I want to break the Sun
I want to fix the sky
I want you to see what I see.
I really love no one.
I used to dream of you
I want you to see what I see.
I want to love no one
I don’t dream of you
I don’t want to see.
I want to crash a wave
The sea is the Read on

Dead Man’s Curve (Sunset)

Been one year, as of yesterday
How I wish you were here, I say,
I don’t hear myself with cars passing
Maybe you did not hear it either.
I admit I had forgotten about it
Because finally being with her again
Matters more than not being with you.
Guess whom she shares her birthday with?
This is my last night with her.
She fits Read on

Notastray (Sunrise)

The lights go out and everybody is sleeping,
In the silly hours of the night, it’s just you and me.
So long apart, we quickly grew back together,
Just as long as it once took you to be gone, forever.
The street lights, all one-eyed, burn all night long,
But I can still see the starry sky,
It’s the other way Read on

My Winter Solstice

It’s the longest day of the year in me, my winter solstice,
Won’t make through it in this lifetime.
Or, maybe, the whole year is threesixtysix of these.
Wrong is
My winter solstice.
Long is
The forbidden in-between.
It’s the longest no of all of my nos, my missing sunrise,
Won’t make through it in this rhyme.
Or maybe the list of things I Read on

Formerly a Queen

Once a fire,
Now a firework,
She could tell you
So much about
Being barely alive,
Yet she chooses
To smile all the time.
Once a queen,
Now one of us,
She could give you
A harsh lecture on
Somehow staying alive,
Yet she chooses
To decline your dime.
More deaths than fingers on a hand,
She is the other shoe.
A strange kind of a martyr she is,
More than just Read on

Bald Tires and Broken Kettles

Miss Fire
Will misfire.
Hundred years later
I skip galaxies
On a bald tire.
I can’t have a break,
Or hit the brakes.
I see no rights,
Though I spot the fakes.
It’s been more than a decade and I taught myself to lose what I had with you,
Another ten years until I will have had the courage to face me and face you.
Look Read on

Spinning Beehive

You light the torch and hide in the fire,
A scruffy bumblebee entering hibernation.
Passive-aggressive, yelling into the dire,
I am what I am, an error in classification.
You are so funny
Or am I really teasing
I laugh at your struggle
While I am not berating
The more that I push
The more you do pull
In my confusion
I made you a fool
I did Read on


I should have been a teenager,
Like you are.
Does anybody know you’re not one?
I could’ve been thirteen.
I could’ve been thirteen,
But I am thirty-three.
I’m under this permanent delusion
That having darker hair
A couple more teeth,
Being thirteen kilos heavier
Seventeen centimetres taller
Still means that I have not aged
One single day since I’ve gone away.
You could’ve been thousands.
You could’ve been thousands
But Read on