There's this guy I like
Could it be?
He's not complicated,
He's complex -
His words, not mine.

There's this girl I like
I get her confused with
someone else
every now and then
I get it right.

There's this man I like
He steals boxes
Sells cigarrettes
sometimes he feels lonely
He lives for the night.

There's this woman I like
She's trapped, she's lost
she's walking on a stick
maybe looking for others
She has her own plight.

There's these people I like
they're confusing, intriguing
having it all or none
they're in the same ship
they're all so bright.

Then there's someone else
trying to reach
without a need to like
sitting in a corner
never loosing sight.

loud noise on the street below
empty thoughts of ramdomness
waiting for a stranger to call.

will it ever find
a way to be in it.

doubts and need for closure
question marks and exclamations
shouting wilder than alowed.

will it ever find
a way to be in it.

lost music for a friend
a word of silence in between
crawling from within.

will it ever find
a way to be in it.

conflicting desires
upside-down messages
said, not told, heard, not felt.

will it ever find
a way to be in it.

awaken memories
sleep deprivation and much
not looked for, but found.

will it ever find
a way to be in it.

"scattered hopes
shattered dreams"

they were walking along the water
the wind blowing ran their dreams
experiencing a new way of looking the city
together yet apart. a few more shadows.
the roofs seemed different, bigger than the streets
a bird walked by, no one could've noticed
the strings chained him tight, held him strongly
the people on the window could not understand
how it could be, how it should be, how it would be
to look, not to see.

wind and storm

thousand crowds
surfacing the clouds
rain, wind, storm

high above birds
screaming words
sand, wind, storm

low down choir
stuck in a wire
air, wind, storm

night camping
day lifting
fire, wind, storm

desires changing
noise raising
blood, wind, storm

nowhere places
dark faces
paper, wind, storm

trickled blood
scary mud
smell, wind, storm

someone alone
a thrown stone
laugh, wind, storm

sex lust
turned to dust
desire, wind, storm

motion change
a fast lane
otherness, wind, storm.