Poetry
Little cut out of my life
On letting go and finding closure
It's weird
How saying goodbye
Is never actually saying "goodbye"
And I'm not saying that you tend to lie
Just mumble words or say them very clearly
Shake hands or kiss or hug one dearly
And then you start walking away
But frankly, really, you stay
Remembering, missing
Reminiscing
And then your life is passing by
Or you are passing by your life
Somehow the feelings learn to fall
Between the lines made by you
Someday you suddenly recall
Or more precisely don't recall
The face, the manners, words
That've flown away - tiny birds
Chirping, to winter elsewhere
Goodbye
The tinker
"Tick tock"
Says the clock
A little wheel rotates another -
The mechanism like no other.
Perfection seen in every turn
Just as expected, just as learned.
You tinkered it
And hear it beat
"Tick tock".
But I don't say "tick tock", I am sorry
In me you cannot see the glory
Of pure perfection in disguise
Of little girl - what a surprise.
I am only human, nature born
With many things that I have learned
And learned myself, without your guidance
And learn to think without compliance.
So no, in this very case,
You are not the tinker of my days
And not the tinker of my thoughts
And of the words, what were the odds?
I don't go saying "tick and tock"
I think I analyze I talk.
The princess
"You are the princess", they once said.
"The honour, power, faith and pride.
You are the spark, yet to ignite,
The gazes fixed,
The glimpses caught
Will be all yours,
You wear the crown, you are fought.
Don't let 'em ever see you burn!
To drop a tear, you shall turn.
Put on a smile of a queen!
The one the world has never seen.
Be right, be royal and be good.
Give in regardless, you never should.
You have the chaste weak of dove.
Wear on your beauty in every flaw,
Under the spotlight, they will bow,
When seen you in your royal crown!"
Oh well,
Under the crown I now stand,
The tears I've cried,
The wounds I've had
Yet not to put me on my knees.
Now I stand strong before the seas
Of eyes that stare without rest -
I am yet now on my best,
As taught I always was.
I take the words and close my eyes.
And in this game, I was the prize,
Yet never got to play.
I was the dove, I was the queen,
The one you wished that you've seen.
I burned like every spark.
Now I stand tall and hold my stark.
I am a princess, burnt and bowed
Under the pressure of a crown.
The little flies
The little flies swirl above my head.
I see them and get angry-red,
I get frustrated and annoyed,
I get my fighting troops deployed.
The little flies don't care much.
When I attack, they never budge.
They fly in the cheerful little ring,
They sit on fruits and books and ink.
I cannot touch what flies have touched,
I wish sometimes they obliged,
But flies are quite anarchic crowd.
They make me sad and cry aloud.
I feel the flies will never leave,
No more I try, no more believe.
The flies keep swirling in my head,
They make me wish that I was dead.
When I'm with you,
I'm naked.
You see me through
I feel the comfort
In your gaze.
To you I'm
A long solved maze.
It's peaceful.
Calm.
But I get cold,
Cause some words
Need to stay untold
The poet
My words are simple
Yet they carry pieces of my soul
Broken off or shattered or chosen to be gifted
Take them, I beg you
Yet you refuse
I am a child
With a simple craft
I made myself
I drag to you
Yet you only see an inconvenience
In it - a dirty floor and paint spilled
You clean.
If you think the world is single - you are terribly wrong
You are terribly wrong, confused and lied to
If the world was single, then where would you fly to
If the world is single, where do daydreamers head?
They pack their bags and leave their pets fed.
They skate, and they walk, and they drive, and they ski
To the worlds of the many that only they see.
The worlds are transparent to the eye of mundane,
The worlds so colorful we think they're insane.
The fields and the valleys, the streets and the alleys,
In lights of the eyes that shine inside
The white and the black, the dim and the bright;
The daydreamers leave, and you stay behind
So, move your lost soul to the world of your kind.
Whining
As a child who wants its toy
I want you here and now and mine.
I am a spoiled kid so don't you dare
Say no.
And if you do, I will scream and shriek.
Cover your ears, baby, the storm is on its way.
Yeah and no matter what you say
It's late.
So shut the fuck up and leave me alone.
Make sure to return though,
Cause after the rain come out the worms.
Every beginning has an end
Every beginning has an end
And even if you live - pretend
You will once see that what was said
Can never be returned
Every beginning has an end
The broken glass that you can't mend
The letter that you have not sent
All you can do - forget
I see it might have seemed too sad
But you, my friend, you should be glad
Cause every step is left behind
But when you turn, my friend, you find
The road, long and, maybe, hard
The friends that never torn apart
And then you smile, bright and proud,
Remember who you were before
The child with dreams, but now your more
You're are adult, you're grown up
Now you can look world in the eyes
And find your way through truth and lies
Build base for new and stronger ties
And now you miss the dreams you had
Stories you read: both fun and sad
The care, the time, and being child
The days that you have left behind
But you don't cry, my dear friend
Every beginning has an end
But every end has a beginning
And you should always keep this feeling
Deep in your heart, behind the fear
The fear of loss and always near
Is picture: sun behind the sea
You only guess what it could mean
Is it the sunset or sunrise?
It's you to pick, you roll the dice
Dice of tomorrow and today
I know you have something to say
It might be over, for today
I must correct myself, my friend
Every beginning has no end
But every end is the beginning
A knife
Have you ever tasted tears on a knife?
A salty metallic taste is what cuts through your mind
But it is not the taste that pierces your thoughts
It's connotation.
It's the unheard last cry for mercy
And the thoughts that preceded.
It's the soul sitting with a knife in its hand,
With no one to grab it away.
And a tear, rolling down and landing on polished metal,
That is desperately gripped slightly above the waist
And a numb hand tensed with futile fear.
The tears jerk into your own eyes.
But then again, it's you who's tasting a knife.
The music box
The music box has caught my eye.
Half buried in the sand,
It lay sparkling under the rain.
The dirt has filled its holes.
I doubt that it can sing again.
The tiny music box, either lost or abandoned,
Between the grass and barely seen.
I wonder if it was ever played.
And if it was, did it ever bring a smile
On someone's bitten lips?
I don't think of picking up the music box.
It's not mine and never has been.
In the back of my mind I know,
That no one will return for it.
I leave.
Dear ...
"My heart is broken.
My head is hurting.
And all you tell me -
Just keep fighting?
When has the war brought us to peace?
Just listen here, pretty, please -
I cannot simply fight no more,
I'm out of bullets for this war.
I cry I brake, I fall apart.
It is cliché but I'm this far.
I'm not just eager for attention,
I cry for help in pure recession.
I need you, dear, come, I plead.
I am on the edge and I can bleed.
I write to you, please don't ignore.
I know you can, I know you're fair"
Too bad abyss just does not care.
Past the line of lost hope
Here the sun shines the brightest,
Here the pain is felt the lightest,
Here every breath is a pleasure,
Here the whole life is leisure.
We smile as wide as it goes.
There is no rush, the time slows
Those several wrong turns,
The smoking bridges I burn
Have led you past the line of no return.
Welcome!
Dear World
Alone Lonely Broken Sad
I really hope it makes you glad
Oh, dear world, why so much hate?
You know for me it might be late
I am used to it, alienation
My second name. Oh, attention
There goes another lonely soul,
The same cracks the same hole
Let's step on it, let's squeeze, let's punch,
Oh, dear world, its food for lunch?
Then what's for dinner? Other fate?
Eradicated stolen fate?
You see, you know what to do
But others, they rely on you
Oh, dear world why bring them down?
Delusion. Shattered glass. And silence.
You wait all frozen for the move.
There goes yet another doof.
You are the king, the world, I know
But what's your problem? You, young hoe?
Why make us cry a little more?
You do it all because of bore?
Then find a hobby, something FUN
Or do you like to hear "Done."?
If its the hormones that you seek
Then, world, you know, you are weak
To cause trouble to the all
And all for you or maybe for
The strong, tenacious surrounding
As a result - the cries the pounding.
Oh, gut gemacht! Was sag ich noch?
Скажу на русском, ты в этом плох.
You are the villain, oh the world
I feel so sorry for your scold
A little kindness all I need
Oh, maybe all you have is greed?
What we deserve is nothing, but
A piece of glory, what the fuck?
That's it? That's all to offer now?
Oh well, we'll make it even how.
You know, world, forget it dear
The scold, the anger and the fear
We will make it through
Don't worry mate
I guess that's all I should have said.