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

Shadowland

We are still here
After all this year
Frustrated
Lonely 
Naked 
In the winter 
In the summer
autumn and spring
They play their
Game
And I now
an old man
Without any possessions 
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

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

Natalia Antonova

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 ancestors 
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 ill 

Deteriorating

I am in a failed state of mind
In slowly deteriorating circumstances 
Failed at every level
Failed at all times
The future looming at bay 
waiting to find another victim.

The Great Dragon in Ukraine

This weekend a revolution 
Took place in another corner
of the world.
I were not there to watch 
or take part
The president (a traditional crook)
had collect treasures 
Like greedy dragon
But without a den 
Now new smaller dragons
are waiting to collect the
bounty 
And in the east some other dragons
are frustrated 
The wheel of fortune is moving
So far nothing changed
But will anything else grow
Out of that black soil 
That we all walked over
many many years ago