waiting. for the crash to take place. but disappointed.

will collide tomorrow?

Tuesday

Exhaled smoke is not always as thick as you wish it would be

It gets troubled in between the thick atmosphere

and fades rather quickly

away

Though you can still arrange the columns of dreams

even if they will not reward you enough for it

They are still the most meaningful combinations

And their sense will guarantee itself

throught the nights and the dreams

that are not burdened by physical discomfort

or sudden, killing alarm rings

that kill memories too

Dreams are memories, 

if you are not yet aware of it.

Just write them down, maybe it will help

to build down the better

combinations

of molecules

in the atmosphere

Very Unoriginal Verses and Structure (Whatever Was Meant By Then)

The discussion remains

And the body still lays in between

Outside still screams against the violence and the inside still roars

Against the silence and the waves that insist to come

Looming still is the menace, everlasting and still unsolved

A war still establishes itself, solid and concrete

While, sometimes, distraction itself invades the plot

As if a whole generation of wild nature grew its deepest weed

And broke easily the own structure's weakest spot

But distraction is blewn away by any wind

A claim is made, by the absence of any other,

that the battle is to go on

Soldiers galore, there is energy for enough violence to support

But not enough to lose or to win

Each throw of each blow brings closer the final step,

the death of one side yet to begin

But will any of each survive without the other within?

The discussion remains,

dressed as an angst apparently long knewn by the ones who watch

Though, still, both warriors face the same raging rains,

and living tears will merciless still crush

them both