More Than a Sponge Bob T-shirt

Saw him more often in the sun light
Got back to her anarchy in the cellophane
Covering their selves with screams and tunes.

Time only exists when they’re apart
Mazzy again and again and again
watching the truthful purple color
take it’s place gracefully upon her.

An offending delinquency seen by
Harmony and calmness floating
in space surrounding them.

It’s more than a Sponge Bob T-shirt
It’s everything

A heated stimulation of eternal minds

and hearts.

She breathes in tranquility
when there’s peace of mind.
Nothing is known about
tomorrow or after tomorrow.

It’s more than a Sponge Bob T-shirt
It’s everything

with a rabbit-like stone hidden closely

near her blue heart.
Together, colors will taste
as good as they ever been.


Purple Love

In the desolate room

A room with a view

Of cigarettes and jazz

Rainbow smoke

Purple Love

Smelling like the sixties

Watching carefully

In anticipation

A 5 minute escape

Turns into 5 centuries

Ends in 5 seconds

Purple Love

Saraghina dances with

Her black eyes and curves

Saraghina watches

Two bodies entwined

With words and tunes.

Purple Love only

Exists in that room

Purple Love disappears

After a few days.

Her heart explodes

Inside him and

She fades slowly

Leaving air mingling

With her hair and

Caressing her soul.

Purple Love,

I wish you’d stay

Forever purple

Never turn blue.


Imprints and Footsteps

Tomorrow is the today I delayed
Today is the painful time I have to endure
Blue rosemary and coffee trees
I’m through with your existence
I’ve seen my colorful tears once before
Right after the emptiness I had to endure

Have you seen those huge imprints
over fingertips and footsteps?
Your smile is enough to build a
whole graveyard.
Give up the trust, take in all the stardust,
and give in to your goosebumps.
I’d like to see you jump over
a cliff or a building someday
Watch your blood splattered body and
brain covering the ground and cuddling it
instead of my shivering body.
I’d like to kill you sometimes
and make you choke on purple feathers.
I’ll take you slowly and lure you in
towards the inner caves of mystic dwellings.
Don’t go too wild though
”Wait for it”, they say
Wait for it until your corpse
The lights will stink just for you.
The sky will leak just for you.
And I will caress your vocal cords
with my own bare hands.



Remember when we were both heroes on our own isolated Utopian world ?
Our bodies were nothing but suits covering our essence and
our souls matched perfectly . Do you remember ?
The long distance, the long days and the long hours
feeding our unbearable longing even more. Remember ?
The fights, anger and absolute rage and frustration
blowing in each other’s faces and saying the most
painful things. Remember the pain of disappearing ?
Our virtual kisses, hugs, moons, suns and planets.
We made love in my dreams every night. Did I tell you this before?
Our haven was the sea and winter,
and our voice and whispers.
The 21st was the best.
The first last hug was the most shattering and heart breaking
I wished I’d die while you were touching me right there
The begging, promises and lost hope and vanishing trust
The foggy, humid, crowded streets and your tall figure
and the final look of despair.
I wanted to hold your hands and tell you everything will be
Do you remember ? Do you not want to remember ? Or,
have you forgotten already ?
I know for sure that I’ll never forget.
And any other soul wouldn’t be the same.
I’ll always look for you through poems
and try to reach you through my dreams.
I’ll meditate over your smile
for it will bring my world back together.


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A Lulaby for My Love

Baby let’s go for a walk

when the world is cold

and the minds are old.

Hold my hand when you’re lost

I’ll show you the way

No matter what it costs.

Baby we’ll ride bicycles

all day long

I’ll let you have all the

sugar cubes that

you want.

Baby I’ll collect for you

all the unheard and unseen


I’ll caress and know the path

to all your known and unknown


When you kiss me

I’ll make sure

our existence is pure

and our shadows

will endure

all our thoughts.

Baby lets go for a walk

our souls are not sold

Baby lets go for a walk

cause you’ll always be my


and I’ll love you the



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Death is our savior

Death shows us the way

to the real truth

Death is beautiful

Death is high on humans

Death only do us part

Death is angelic but

only misuderstood

Death, be my friend

and share my solitude

Death, blow me anytime

Loving you is not a crime

Death, suck my blood dry

I don’t care, I won’t cry

Death, I give myself to you



I am yours



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Vanilla Scented Darkness

Amid all the dense weight ,

The negotiable notions of self redemption,

Amid the forgotten details

of a heavy damp fair map

lies the unspeakable thoughts and infatuations.

god loves sinners and imperfectionists

who spark the night with their endless yearnings.

god loves girls who wear black eye liner and fish nets

in a concert lamenting some morbid sides.

The soul’s intensity veiled with humanness

is trying to find a way out.

What is it about souls impersonating souls ?

The idealistic and insightful vitamins

found in a spinal cord are moving

where nothing can be found.

White matter turns into soft anarchy

feeding over a splendid voice and

some Vanilla scented darkness.

It’s dark, damp and resplendent

like a pink necropolis ditching floating bodies.

Daring dashes and darling dusks

daydreaming dainty and delicacies

and downwards the map, hedonism is found.


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