Pochyby

While your presence depends
        on someone else's plans
My ecstasy rises from dirt
        in old tin cans
Rootless, pointless and hollow
        like a pearl-less clam
I can't help but sometimes think
        it's all a sham

nevíš ještě

One hundred eighty minutes You couldn't even spare For something enjoyable On a wet summer night It's just a slight blow to my Already bruised ego I shrugged it off and ran free Without you by my side

Backwater

Nothing you do surprises me     Neither the good nor the bad Nowhere is where we are going     Now it's just a little sad Being in this relationship     To which there's no more to add Why do we still let it linger?     Who's using whom? Who's been had?

Over Jalfrezi

It seemed you did not respect me
when all I got was your silence
Three days later you confirmed it
when you denied my existence

For the first time I feel detached
I no longer crave your presence
What we have is falling apart
it's slowly losing its essence

Flame

My singed wings are proof     of how blind I've been Though maimed I still fly     I hover and wait for my scales shine when     dangerously close But now I can see     you are not the sun

Spare tyre

I could be of use but hardly in a year I could be taken out to gain space for your gear I could be toyed with rolled around with a stick I could lie here waiting   in the dark     riding the bumps       slowly rotting away         wishing I'm in a riot           out in the street             burning

Manhole

How many times do you need to fall face down before walking around that bitch of a ditch? The first time we can consider a mistake but you did it again so I say for your sake It has been too long you ought to have learnt true love, unlike pity can never be earned.

Refrak

Attention, like light though bright and cheery when focused to a dot singes skin easily In the end it bothers even the most patient or makes the recipient take the giver for granted

Recept pro sladké sny

Forcing your way through taffy gets enervating at some point You must know it's quite daffy still you believe there's a point You continue wasting energy precious time and opportunity Just spit out the hard candy and find a new sweet to fancy

Tick-tock

I wonder how you'd feel if I found someone else Perhaps it would just be a passing sense of loss Like spilling cold coffee or missing a tram that goes every 4 minutes.

to move on.

When     walking with you     happens only     when there's a vacancy When     seeing you     is practically     serendipity When     a future with you     is as likely     as winning the lottery It's time

cul de sac

If you must lie again     about meeting your friend for the minutes you spent     were unknowingly lent whatever you have now     simply must end.

2 cents'

Drop the pretense. Stop the nonsense. Get off the fence. Don't be so dense.

K-9

Like the proverbial dog eating scraps
that drop from his master's table
he patiently awaits crumbs
of her time and attention.

Never sour or resentful
ever loving and faithful
he thrives on moments she spares,
their handshakes and her smiling stare.

Pale ale

You're down with post-holiday blues That you numb with seasonal brews Whose bitter yet cool aftertaste Helps you through this trying phase.

Lager

A hundred minute bubbles form and rise from your parched tongue with each pull of chilled amber all sorrows drowned before long.

Lee

Running away from the light at the end of the tunnel not looking back, desperate to escape to the dark bliss of nothingness.

Taglamig

Sinisipol ng hangin Ang niyebeng gatudlok Na nakakapuwing ma'y Pagkurap mo'y tunaw rin.

Westerly

Like an unanchored boat gently pulled
By the ebbing tide of a grey sea
Which draws the cruel and drowns all fools
I feel you drifting away from me.

A whirlwind you were that came and went
Could never be caught, forever free
But I'm grateful for the time we've spent
On that summer tryst and autumn spree.

Uncharted

I know the graphics are great that the plot is engaging smooth as silk the rendering and the sounds quite amazing. But I'm sure you know, sometimes I just wish you'd find me as interesting as your dodgammed high-tech, blu-ray games console.