I wanted to be cured of madness that lived inside me. The delicious illness that made me jump in my sleep, thinking you are next to me, holding my dainty neck captive, so I could only breathe when you let me. I wanted to hide your clothes and throw away keys from all those doors that I’ve locked, because I was too proud to ask, if you were to come back here again. Spinning rooms and out-of-breath love
confessions were moments I remember most.

I miss those side effects of you.

– Chatty Owl –



“You want to save me?” I ask,
as I’m suffocating
in the complexity of this sadness.

There is nothing to recover any more,
my dear.
I’ve infiltrated my simple body
with an intricate mind,
and the result was
an endless sandstorm –
dry and gritty ashes
of what’s left of us.
It hugged me
with its coarse hands
and left my skin grazed, raw and exposed.

“Can you describe love?” you ask,
but I’m having trouble answering you.

I stare in the opposite direction,
words whirling inside me
like a devilish blizzard,
as I attempt to find
the most appropriate definition
known to me.

“It’s a sexual penetration of emotions”,
I finally decide,
closing my beautiful mouth shut for good.

– Chatty Owl –


It’s not a secret,

I have a thousand flaws.

I line them up upside my head

and observe their stubbornness to never leave me.


(You did though)


Fresh cut grass – one of my favourite smells,

yet it’s funny

that I like something that’s just been cut.




(I should do the same to all my imperfections)


Everything happens for a reason, they say.

How do they know?


– Chatty Owl –


Coldness comes
in waves of colour and sound,
I often imagine myself,
in a pile of leaves,
waiting for you to come to me,
to be an echo of that one evening
that I can’t forget.
I want to embrace the approaching winter
with a thought
that you’ll stay that way forever –
an idol.
A never-ending mirage.
Like the sound of horses in the distance,
our days disperse
further and further apart.
Little disappointing actions
turn into a map of roads
that were never meant to intersect.
I tried so hard
(or maybe not enough)
to keep my head full of dreams
and my heart free of remorse,
that I forgot to forget
that you are just a reverie.

– Chatty Owl –


We ignored cats eyes
as we drove through drying-out puddles,
and into a fabric of a peachy night.
My toes on the dashboard
and too-fast beating hearts
were only few pieces of this short story.
Your tongue
turned into a thief of my kisses,
and in return,
I gave you my mouth
as a finger-sucking monster.
Hipbones, pressed hard against the leather.
Shadows, flickering on our faces,
in the light of passing cars.
They stopped for a second to watch us,
just like our heartbeats did,
every time my neck got bitten
by you.
We woke up in separate beds,
but we both knew, it isn’t an illusion
of how good our love is,
when mixed together.
I burn your oxygen, while you replace mine –
a constant stream of perfect love drops.
My shyness was paper-white and angelic,
until you spoiled it.
Like a hunter spoils feathers of the swan,
marking them red.
With a bullet.

– Chatty Owl –

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I stood there,
waiting for you to make the first step.


I wanted to see your eyes glazing up
with ever-so-dark shadows of the night,
so you would blend into the night,
and I would feel less awkward
about not caring anymore.
I wanted to remind you
of all that vast number of days
I spent watching your face lit up
when I smiled at you.
Little you knew,
that I was trying so hard
to find something to smile about.


We played each other,
like a game of monopoly –
we built houses
and rolled the dice
to score a bigger number
against one another,
chasing money and power,
as we brushed against each other.
Like a vicious fox,
you attacked my body,
trying to get to my heart,
but little you knew,
that it was already beating passionately
in another man’s palm.

– Chatty Owl –

P.S It has been a while since I flew around WordPress. It’s good to take a break sometimes. But it’s refreshing to be back. Please be patient with me while I catch up with everybody’s blogs. But I’m excited to be back in the land of inspirational words and creativity. Missed you all.