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Tag: poem


tell me sweet nothings i miss you


when her sleepy eyes travel down the morning landscape of his chest skin against the breeze of his exhale sunk in the scent of his peaceful embrace she remembers no other names and in the tenderest minutes of all farewells she hopes he is half as sad to leave as she is to keep letting him go


chemicals rush in the brain predictable configurations of possible outcomes of all interactions from the beginning of time in love insane quiet funerals of loud ideals are the favourite places to be now looking for triggers to feel anything at all *** 19 July 2015


don’t you get just too tired sometimes tearing your nails trying to grab on life on happiness evolution of soul and all the sacred things when it’s not a given don’t you just get exhausted to try don’t you ever lose focus and slip and every time the glass mountain seems an impossible journey up […]


i used to be afraid of many things invisible irrational and unexplained this fear would paralyse me to my fingertips till i could barely breathe making my way i found myself a weapon then resembling a little secret spell invisible irrational unverified protecting from my sneaky monsters still i’d sing i’d sing myself to calm to […]

Never Keep Your Heart Safe

To K. B. Never keep your heart safe Locked up in a dusty guest room Packed in a cardboard box Next to memories Of past loves and broken affairs And missed opportunities Don’t preserve it in a neat glass jar For bystanders to watch From every possible angle Without a chance to touch Don’t settle […]

birthday gift

drowning in anticipation doubtful of the chance and then and then the ray of sun making my day melting in sweetness in blossom-like rapture it’s all i wished for today

guest gardener

no matter how little i mean to you i love you anyway for love is not an object of trade you give me yours i give you mine it is a sovereign state i’m only a pilgrim to not an owner a guest you enter in its magnifying light and all you bring grows hundredfold i think i’ll […]

The Prophet

Found a little something.

Where Can I Find This Distant Light

A friend of mine asked me to translate a poem (actually, it’s a song) from Russian into English ages ago. I started and felt I just couldn’t go on. Maybe because it’s a very special friend and I want to do a real good job, and you know what it’s like with translating poems. You […]