Sun-ray between branches
In a play engages
With two friendly strangers -
Little furry squirrels...
While, in blushing colors,
After kiss of summer,
Fall recalls her lover's
Promise to return.
JuneSummer sends along a gentle whisper
In the rhythm of a morning breeze.
Dawn awoke, and June leans in to kiss her
From behind huge fans of sleek palm trees.
Dreamy moodI can hear the wind start playing;
Laugh of leaves, caught by surprise.
I'll compose what they are saying...
Translate it to something nice.
If I'll see the starlight twinkle,
Like the garlands in the sky,
I'll pretend it's quiet jingle
Of the reindeer, still nearby.
If I hear it start to drizzle,
I'll imagine that night has
Tuned to wind's melodic whistle
With a jazzy beat on glass.
If I'll see fog start to cover
Sapphire street with chiffon waves,
I'll assume... for secret lover
Night in peignoir now awaits.
For, tonight, despite what weather
Mother nature will combine,
Feeling dreamy, I would rather
See in all a kindly sign.
Lady Earth (2)Today, she will not marcel
Ocean locks along the shore,
Won't ride wind's swift carousel
Wearing rain beads, as before.
Instead, she'll awake at dawn,
Yawning with a breeze so soft...
In her cozy sunshine gown
Which she'll not rush to take off.
Don't have time to date...Don't have time to date just yet;
On exams my mind is set.
I'll just focus on the school;
Graduation's coming soon!
Boys won't whisk me from my desk!..
Would be nice, though, if they'd ask.
Advice from me :)When, overcome by stormy moods,
The two of you clash attitudes;
When quarrel overpowers sense,
And yelling gets to be immense;
Remember that, with lovely ease,
All this can melt down in a kiss.
Waiting for the princeПорой твердят, что мне пассивно
Дождаться принца своего
Пожалуй где-то равносильно
Большому выигрышу в лото.
И правда - шансы эти схожи;
И там и там невелики.
Но всё-же вер
Chemistry of loveThe synthesis of gazes,
Combustion of the thoughts;
Solution of amazing
With sweet, romantic notes.
The boiling excitement
And melting of the heart;
The state of feeling lighter,
Distilled from sense-filled part.
It saturates your being,
Yet never feels enough -
This catalyst of breathing,
This chemistry of love.
Season of GivingAutumn dreamily collects an grand bouquet of leaves
As a gift for the graceful Winter, which sparkles in delight
And weaves a velvety shawl of melting snow for the young Spring,
Who blushes shyly and cozies up to begin its floral embroidery
On the greening grass carpet for welcoming the bright Summer,
Which smiles brilliantly and prepares its specialty of
A sunshine lemonade for the early Autumn, who drinks this delicacy
And renews its strength to go gathering its amber bouquet once again.
camaleonIn summer, I can glide as kite by ocean,
In dress as light as kiss of morning breeze;
Become all full of sunny, bright emotions,
And wake up early with a skylark's ease.
In autumn, I'm a harvest of ideas;
My jacket shades are amber, red, and brown,
I can become all cozy, warm, and sweet as
A pumpkin pie with whipped cream all around.
In winter, with red nose and eyes so jolly,
In puffy coat, I am a snowman's dream.
As I await the season's gifts and parties,
Like Christmas tree I happily now beam.
In spring, my rosy fantasies start blooming;
My thoughts keep flipping like the wings of birds;
My wishes are, like April leaves, renewing;
And tender scents now penetrate my world.
And that is why I love all of these seasons -
I'm trying to reflect their unique tones;
I guess it can be said, for that same reason,
I sometimes call myself "camaleón".
I can hear you singI can hear you sing
as you sing your song
with words still hushed
and music mute,
with a masked city-sky
and a moon complete,
with the yellowed light
streaming across the streets
I can hear you sing.
I can hear you sing,
somewhere here in me
this little ache to miss another beat,
Yes, I can hear you sing
of red roses and wreathes
that follow you and
and scant memories.
I can hear you sing
of years that you will never see,
of lives you could have healed,
of friends you'll never meet.
Yes, I can hear you sing.
And yes, I know,
that you think I will never feel
every gasp of pain,
every sigh of grief,
every breath of fear,
between you and me.
But, I can hear you sing
and I know the words are not for me.
Yes, I can hear you sing
a symphony of tears and rain,
And I can hear you sing,
I can hear you sing.
ThoughtsLeave if it's what's best
but for now don't let me
be fooled by such low
Hit me where it hurts.
until then, don't butter
me up with your love.
I cannot take that.
I may have a chance
to be loved in return.
so please, my love,
let me have that or
take me for yourself.
My secretLet me tell you a secret
So listen carefully...
if you take my hand
but let me lead
If you would just trust me
when I say I'm not like them
If you show me mercy
by wiping the tears of my cheeks when I'm sad
If you let me feel home, safe and protected
just hug me tight and never let go
If you would just have faith in me
Then I promise you one thing
I promise you will never ever have to be alone again
I promise you that love...
My teacher told me
to grab more attention
to my writing
"Make them read."
Why should they
keep on if you have
People want to be
(shocked astounded absorbed)
Beautiful words aren't enough
so I started with fuck
You're still reading so
I guess she was
Turn On The Dark
When fragile hopes and fears collide
It waits for you on the other side
I can feel the tremors in my soul
I've grown afraid of the masquerade.
Barely holding on, I'm losing control
Wide awake, I confide in the shade.
Sinking so slowly down the drain
Much like the purple pill I swallow.
A voice unheard is a voice in vain
Black rain falls and teardrop's follow.
Shadows loom throughout the room
They cover my eyes like a veil.
Just flip the switch, it'll be over soon
Just pull the curtain over the pale.
The transition rattles my psyche at first
Yet it's a feeling I've always invited.
For when my body becomes submersed
I discover my worlds benighted.
I wonder how much time has past
Fading deeper into the stark domain.
A place like this, shows no contrast
But it's a place I must ascertain.
I call this smoke-filled cell a prison
That harbors questions of fruition.
But like a zombie, I have risen
To greet the face of my mortician.
I'm taken with its abysmal skies
Now I reap the chilling silenc
LoveLove is but a rose.
Beautiful and romantic.
Then stings you as you get close and hurts you at the touch.
Silenced by the blissful torture.
Dark is the day, when it dies.
Yet reborn by the bitter cold that killed it.
And love is again as lovely as at first.
What I amI am a rocker, not a fighter
I am a writer, not a singer
I may get angry, i'll try not to yell
I could get lonely, no one can tell
I know who I am but it's hard to explain
There's not very much I have to say
I am not perfect but I do what I can
I am not very bright but I know what I am
Do not think for a moment that I am confused
I do not think that I am an utter fool
I know what is to become of my life
No matter how crazy, I know what is right
Broken AimsThis cracked broken image,
of this dark broken sky,
this grass seems too green,
for this ground oh so dry,
look at where there,
once were the stars,
no more moonlight,
igniting my heart,
once there were birds,
sounding the mornings,
but now it's all night,
no need for their warnings,
one day i'll fix this,
one day i'll try,
but one day,
in some ways,
will never come by.
Angel Of Sorrow, Angel Of Grief IIAngel of Sorrow, Angel of Giref
Why have you chosen me.
Why must I carry your pain
and cry your tears.
Feel your grief and take
Why must I bear your sorrow
and take your loss.
Angel of Sorrow, Angel of Grief
Why have you chosen me
To bear this burden upon my
To walk beneath your dark
Angel of Love, Angel of Spring
I pray to you, deliver me please.
(26 September 2012)
Cold Heart ExodusNo other worldly tear can make me burn faster than you
My tear, let me hold you. I am so sick and I'm so weak.
Let me whisper my name into your cold heart and let it bleed into me.
For now I know, this elder exodus is nowhere near truth (it'll never be).
Only me, there's only me in this abyss. Only you will know!
There's only us, there's only you of us there's only two.
Let the wits flow. Let this feeling pass away with time.
Did you know that feeling lonely and content at the same time is a rare kind of happiness?
Now you know, so just leave me be! Leave me alone, I must be happy.
Cold Heart Exodus, I want to leave it all behind, I'm falling down
I can't stand. Don't breathe this toxicity. The water is stoned
Don't ever try to lie to me again. I won't even be there to hear you
Humiliating HumanityLike a vamp draining blood
They drain my energy
These tears that fall
Take so much from me
And if I let them spill
My life's sucked dry
But if I reign them in
Another part of me would die
If I reign them in
But by letting them fall
Am I more hu-man?
I can't win either way
And I may never wake
From a trance so deep
That living is fake
September 24, 2012
About ExpectationsToo high to reach,
Too high to try.
When I let someone down,
I only want to cry.
Expectations are easy to have,
But difficult to meet.
Sometimes it's just better,
To shut up and take a seat.
Everyone has them,
In their minds or on a sheet.
The thing about expectations,
Is there is no way of cheating.
It's either you reach others expectations,
Or you leave at the greeting.