I like blue as a color,

Blue is blue, like blood in horror

Blue is blue and yet so tending

Just like you, it’s pretending

Blue is pain and blue is wanting

Blue is maid, so delighting

Blue will haunt you, so smile widely

Blue is life.

Peacock feathers on your skin,

Lips holding a tasty cherry,

That is our premodial sin,

That’s what we need to burry.

Dig and dig a lot deeper

Into ground and into ethere

Be bold yet tending

Be careful of your spending

For it’s your time you burry,

Time which you spend not being happy.

For me it’s a bargain,

But for you? Ask Hydin!

For we have only time

And time is plenty

For those, who are willing

To live past twenty

Year went by and the world didn’t even flintch,

We are dying, and we don’t even care!

Thugs and mugs are tryna lynch,

And we breath polluted air...

Thats our status,

So next time you show your status,

Either by a tweet or by an iphone,

Try to remember that Earth is our home.

And clean your room or whatever.

As you may already know,

The world is dying.

So don’t stand there,

We are dinning.

Dead corpse like vultures,

We are tearing.

Bones are left,

So you are stearing.

Wheels of fortune, wheel of life,

The only one that can break you,

So have a free spin and hope for wife,

Or a new car, but be grateful.

There is only one thing you should know,

We are left without the snow.

For there will be no more,

So do you best, please swore!

As I walked down the street,

I met a girl, kind of sweet.

We said hi and we conversed,

She was great but it reversed.

Shortly after we have parted,

She blamed me, but she had started.

We were great, like a fire,

And we have ended, oh yes, sire.

It was painful, I was sorry,

She was pretty, end of story.

I can only wish her luck,

She still see me as a lazy ....

When I

When we

When, today?

Well, tommorow!

Tell me why

Tell me that you see

Don’t tell me bye

Show me your sorrow.

Feel me

Feel free

Feel something

Don’t borrow!

Drink tea

Drink sea

In a proper fashion

Just drink and swallow

No matter what century

No matter what year

Yield to the power

No matter how hollow

It’s technically yours

But maybe not today,

Maybe tommorow

Adieu!

Flicker of fire

and where once were something,

There was nothing

and where was nothing, there was sand

Dunes, stunned like hare,

Watched the scene,

As great madams filled the air

And lured like mermaids obscene,

Soldiers into their deadly arms.

Madams were large cannon balls,

They were meant to kill and not much else,

Meant to destroy flash and halls,

Meant to brick havock and poison wells.

Day 1.

Boring day at work. We did some tests. They didn’t went as planned. After work I eat a little cupcake or two at the new Patisserie. I like the smile of the girl serving me. After that home to my PC.

Day 2.

Another boring day at work. Colleagues are so bored that they are not even fighting anymore. We all just stare at monitors. After work I went to Patisserie again. Mortimer’s cat, how cute name for such place! Then long drive home. Roads are packed, it took me the eternity to get home, then some time at PC and sleep.

Day 3.

Yesterday I stayed up late, kiddnaped by the sounds of music. Today I feel like shit, but the work proves to be so boring that it doesn’t matter. I really hate my job. Only glimer of hope in my life is that god damn smile of waitress. I needed to see her. After that drive home and quality sleep.

Day 4.

I dreamed about the waitress. That is really bad. I cannot get her from my mind. She is stuck like little pebble in the standing clock. What am I doing with my life? When does this end? Will I die living like this? If I find something I will keep you updated.

Day 5.

Weather sucks! I saw such a hail only in the movies. Ice in size of large tennis balls. I called in sick. They pay me to little to endure weather like this. One upside of being a matematician is that I can work from home. But who have the discipline? Certainly not me. I will think about my work but that’s it.

Day 6.

Hail turned to really intensive rain. Rivers are raising and I just thank God that I have safely builded house at the rocky hill. I eat some pizza and watched tv show the whole day. Nothing interesting.

We may live for hounderd years

Or we may die during next breath

We may stand to our fears

Or we may die a nothing death

We may float like boats of sea

Up and down like crazy waves

Or we may wait and we shall see

The ads on walls of our caves

Life is little moments away

we choose which one to live

So choose wisely your own way

Drive, dive, arrive, just feel alive

That’s our only goal

Lol

We are humans, on the paper,

More like joke, a caper.

We are adults, between diapers,

More like rats than a pipers.

For all metaphors were invented for us by us,

So we can feel more human, but we act as Truman.

Traped in our show, our bias.

And we can pretend, play a game.

But not always..