My poems
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We often believe in what is not
We often believe in things that aren't there. We accept wishful thinking. We believe that we can change, improve, save what is going to hell with incredible speed. We endow loved ones with no...
Endlessly rushing about, he nevertheless left in search of clouds
Endlessly rushing about, he nevertheless left in search of clouds Not noticing how on the shoulder lingered for a moment and went nowhere lonely ray of sunshine...
Entering my reality, please wipe your feet
When entering my reality, please wipe your feet. You just trample and leave, and then I clean up ...
You can wait a long time.
You can wait a long time. You can live in illusions. You can dissolve, lose yourself, get exhausted. You can spend your life knocking on closed doors... Years pass... There are doors that ...
Sometimes in your life there are people who are very similar to you.
Sometimes in your life there are people who are very similar to you. And you think it's a sign of Fate. They look just like you, they speak your language. You think that you are from the same ...
The wind will gently open the gate
The wind will gently open the gate Someone will enter, or someone will leave On white paving slabs Sat suddenly gyrfalcon Somewhere, barely audible, hiding a smile The sky will fall into ...
Along the avenue of madness, among the sleepy alleys
Along the avenue of madness, among the sleepy alleys Exposing their defenseless fresh wounds He didn't run alone. He was not sick alone. Together with her Covering everyone with the predaw...
...They were too proud.
...They were too proud. And they loved themselves very much. And even being close by, they created the appearance of indifference to each other, small, but easily perceptible. And they were t...
...Bonfire. What an amazing thing!
...Bonfire. What an amazing thing! Bright, burning, smoldering - always beautiful. It really warms up. And it does not matter if you will be with your loved one, friend, girlfriend, with compa...
Ghosts...they are everywhere. They have always been, are and will be
Ghosts...they are everywhere. They have always been, are and will be. They are strong. They are strong as long as we empower them. They live, or exist, thanks to us. We create them. And we giv...
Take care of yourself. Appreciate. Nobody needs you anymore!
Take care of yourself. Appreciate. Nobody needs you anymore! What? Native?? Favorite??? God??????... ...)))) Well...As you know...
"Do you know how scary it is when your eyes don't shine anymore?"
"Do you know how scary it is when your eyes don't shine anymore?" my friend asked me. We bumped into each other at the entrance to the supermarket. We have known each other for a hundred ye...
One day it won't matter. Once.
One day it won't matter. Once. When we do not drive ourselves into sunsets. When we go beyond the point of no return. Intricate...
Remember that you become like what surrounds you.
Remember that you become like what surrounds you. Everything you have read, seen, heard, everything you spend time with, everything you pay attention to; all these things change you, you will ...
They say to you: "... But it doesn't happen like that!"
Here they tell you: "... But it doesn't happen like that!" "... You believe in what is not" "... You want something that cannot be" It's hard to hear it. It is very hard to hear this ...
... In a dream, I realized that it was a dream
... In a dream, I understood that it was a dream. And I knew that it would end as soon as I wanted. After all, I can, it always worked before. Even managed them. Yes, it happens. You take and ...
How strange to watch yourself from the side
How strange to watch yourself from the side. Not so much interesting, but strange. All the time does not leave the feeling that you are trying to deceive yourself. It seems to change yourself,...
It beats quietly, like a moth. heavily curtained
It beats quietly, like a moth. heavily curtained Between the ribs secretly flies furiously But the canvas coat hid the traces of carelessness And the uneven beat of the heart kept screaming...
Washing the bones