"Words are tools used to build bridges between hearts and minds."
I started writing poetry in my early teens. For a long time, it was my primary language for understanding the world. This section houses the original texts, some of which later became the foundation for my musical works.
Full Library
Browse the complete chronological registry of poems and lyrics.
Collections
Thematic groupings and curated cycles of work from different eras.
Every poet has a first line. This is the story behind mine.
Thirteen years old, a provincial town, and something pressing from the inside that ordinary words couldn't hold. What started as shyness became a language. What became a language never stopped.
Read My StoryA Portrait in Patterns
Most of these poems were born between midnight and 2 AM — not by plan, but by instinct. Something about the hour when the world stops asking things of you. When the only sound left is the one you've been trying to name all day.
Autumn wrote more than a third of everything here. September, October, the long exhale of December. The dying end of the year has always been the most honest time. Spring — the season poets are supposed to love — barely shows up. Apparently the muse prefers a grey sky.
The two most restless years were 2009 and 2010, when the debut album Romantika was taking shape. Poetry and music were inseparable then, one feeding the other, a new poem every couple of weeks for nearly two years straight. After that, the pace changed. The writing comes in waves — long silences, then a week where everything arrives at once.
And when it does arrive, it stays a while. The average session ran close to two hours. One poem took seven. None of this was rushed.