Aleksandrus

It was discovered suddenly and blossomed with a haste A vibrant nuance of existence enveloped my attention It was as a fresh breath from the winds, ‘twas the winds of fate Although such things are entirely beyond my comprehension. An ethereal trophy was bestowed upon me, for happiness emerged Contact and chemistry became conversations, failure was no longer on the verge And so I underwent a purposeful enactment of a mission to impress With her, will was brought onto me, no longer I, a carcass. Golden waves of sanguine hair infused with Zephyr’s glory Complimenting her gentle features and raising interest The curvature which driv

Walking by the shoreline, on a grand tour with a friend of mine. A song is humming in the back of my relaxed mind. The world is great, our needs are sated and we are in control of our fate. But what is the cause, why does their smile have the effect of the daylight caressing my face. When I am in solitude it’s not like this, I have my mind strive for a world that’s not mine. I bestow, I create, I fly and I wait and then do it some more, for it’s never too early, it’s never too late. I wage war with poor reasoning behind, I arise to divinity, to battle the boredom of my needy mind. The illusive state of mind is like a

What matters a single snowflake floating in the air? It’s predetermined to fall through the cold winter. Alone it is nothing; it’s the millions that count. For some they bring joy, for others depression. One melts in the palm of a curious child. One adds to the snow, so cold yet so mild. They drop to the ground through all of their existence. Is that their meaning of life? They pass in a swarm and their shine disappears, as they love themselves in a mass of white fear. That snowflake which fades doesn’t matter too much. Its chances are small to make any change. But sometimes all it takes is a single snowflake to start an

The internet is the symbol of freedom. Who is ACTA? We dont need them. Why can't you just leave us be? We really like that we are free. It's like if i took clothes from you. You would survive but you would'nt want to. So ACTA please GTFO. Else we'll hit you hard enough. You greedy corporate liars suck You (probably) invented duck face, you fucks. So be so kind and go away. We have the right to not to pay. Do you want us to be stupid? Look at the world and see what you did. Many Americans dont know basic things. And look at China and North Korea. Their internet is worse than gonorrhea. Cant you just trust us with the world we

Alone. Again. I am hated. Dont fit, dont know. My life is overrated. You dont know. You dont care. I am nothing to you people. Im just there. In your thoughts My problems? Aint real. You think im this selfish fuck. Craving for attention. But the thing, you dont know. My minds breaking momentum. I dont feel. I am cold. Should i be a killer? Breaking hearts, ending lifes. Destined for a thriller. This is not a fucking movie, Theres no happy endings. Only ending will be death, Cause by my hands with no regrets. Are there happy feelings? Music pauses everything, Life is just a shitty ring. Everyday the same shit. Over and

A cat is walking on the string of life, Purring at a man with a knife. He measures how long people will live, What they will die of and what gifts he must give. He has been so much in his past, But none of his careers seemed to last. Once he was a teacher, spreading knowledge, Like a preacher. But then he learned the truth of this world, There is no "after", there is no "soul". Now god is what he calls himself, And theres still many people left. Who he havent judged yet. He is a mere, angel of death. He walks out the door, hides his blade. The cat follows, Silent as a grave. They walk 10 blocks towards a shop, Where the owne

One month of our lives, You have been mine. I cant live, Without you by my side. You became my beacon of hope, When i am holding you, i feel like im doped. In you i found my second half, You make me so complete you make me forget myself. I think about you all the time, You are so very sweet. You have taken over my heart, One month is small but its just a start. I might not be talented, I might not be special. But i am all yours. You are my precious. Im addicted to you, You are my drug. I love you so much i cant, Believe my luck. I am all yours, I dont want no other, Youre the reason i smile, You are my lover.

Alcohol, in my veins. Alcohol, dulls the pain. What is real? Nothing is. What is fake? Peoples tears? I am better when im not, around humans. Why? I dont know. Do i try? How is it possible, for me to not care. When noone understands these thoughts i share. I write these poems, for my selfish needs. To get some attention, For my fake talents. I will keep writing, For truth or in vain. I am surrounded, By so many sounds. They doesent matter. I myself have found. In being alone with these thought of agony. Is there any hope for psychos like me?

Dashing through the lies, With the truth strapped on my back. Lets kill santa claus, The fat man with a sack. The world has gone so dark, But nobody would care. I now dont either, Towards the horizon i fare. Jingle bells, The goverment smells. It is so corrupted, We are raised to pay taxes While sluts are being fucked. Mainstream people of the world, Try using a little less make-up. It is mostly because of them our world looks like a pornhub. Jingle bells, gives no joy. People wont care for them. They are interested in, Sex and money and all those sins. Jingle bells, What the fuck. World has gone to hell. While we stood