Now is a new month
The month of war
The month of return
Rain
Rain out and rain inÂ
Rain up and Rain down the drain
The pain of rain
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Timeline
Time will tell
Will time tell?
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Fight
Together we fall
Alone we fall
But it is more
fun falling
together
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TIME
Out of control is the time
my body speaks to me
it says
You are not a boy
Your son is boy
Sleep old man
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Shadowland
We are still here
After all this year
Frustrated
LonelyÂ
NakedÂ
In the winterÂ
In the summer
autumn and spring
They play their
Game
And I now
an old man
Without any possessionsÂ
are thrown around like a small
piece of paper in the wind
The gods are looking
the other way and
the outcome is almost
Certain
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In a Kiev that might as well have existed one thousand years ago
Something very well written from Eastern Europe. Can recommend this besides that is not poetry
I realized that outside of time, the Kiev that exists today and the Kiev that existed a thousand years ago is the same.
I also realized the other day that you need a glimmer of happiness inside you to be able to tell sad stories – so that you have perspective.
The act of telling itself is dependent on timing. It’s the wrong time to tell the story I am about to tell you.
Of course, it helps that it isn’t really a story. It’s just another pattern stitched somewhere on the sleeve of the universe.
In this pattern, I am younger and I am a blonde instead of a redhead. There is a hand holding my blond ponytail. That hand is twisted away by another hand.
It’s summer in Kiev, it’s a national holiday (or there was just a concert downtown, or football – right away, there are parts…
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No one
Someone is read my poems
they even likes it
Time passes I write
Trying to keep my
self together
Lonely is the path
That I am on
I was commanded to walk this path
by the history of my family
My confused ancestorsÂ
My perplexed oncle
My neurotic mother
My selfish father
My perverted brother
My super neurotic girlfriend
My non existent boyfriend
And me myself and I
Sometimes at night I wake up feeling illÂ
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On understanding
On understanding human
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Enfant non sensible
In a terrible mood
Fighting for my life
as it will not be
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