PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Just bring me a chair,

I have the technology;

And please, shut off the sun,

Leave the moon out

For the helpless romantics

(Once I was one).

I don’t need the daylight,

And I don’t need to see you either.

Your face is wedged on my monitor.



What is your blood type?

I can’t move your eyes

Or get lost in your arms;

I can’t feel your skin,

But I compensate

With the tickle of my fingertips.

So, give me the muse,

I’ll tell you the truth;

I’ll shoot it to the sky

To rain on you randomly.



Don’t leave out the stars

To judge my messages-

Why want to confuse them,

Why give them your sins-

They die from the lies.



So, let me hear it!

Give me something nice.

I don’t mind your lies.

We’ll imagine the kiss,

Then will insert the feelings

Into the two-dimensional love

And bring the tension in the cyber arteries.



Please, impress me!

Blow me away!

I choose the safer fall,

With no internal bleeding.



Get rid of “reality”,

The eyes touch, the skin kiss,

The hands hold, the beach walks…



Just,



If I could get rid of

My tear field footprints…