Another masterpiece by Anton Semenov. Do you like? No?! Damn him… go away!
Cold water flows down my face and I open my eyes. Damn him! Again… My nose inhales fusty air and I understand that this nightmare isn’t just a delirium. It’s real… I take up the wet pen. I write ‘fuck you’ carefully in the moist writing-book. Letters are dancing and I close my eyes, but I can’t close my ears.
– She will write. She can. She’s trying to rebel but I can force her.
…give me the strength to speak and to be silent
give me the strength to be a lamb and a tyrant…
Some might suppose that this is my paradise. I would agree if it were not for one zesty detail… What would you name the paradise that you can’t leave? I call it ‘a gaol’. Do you want to debate this? No? I thought not…
…give me the strength to inflict the death-blow
give me the strength to endure the last throe…
Sometimes I try to hide myself. I squeeze my puny body into the corner behind the door and close my eyes. This trick doesn’t work. She finds me, finds me every time. I still don’t know how she does this. I’m always on the alert yet I’m always taken unawares. She moves like a weasel. She has small sharp teeth and eyes like gimlets…
…give me the strength to hold the king’s crown
give me the force to stay the court clown…
– What are you mumbling? Stop it! You can’t fool me! I know you from the ground up! Write! Stop talking! Write! Write!
…give me the strength to lift up the baton
give me the strength to stop the marathon…
She bends over me. Muses are the most cruel and pitiless creatures.
I curse the first fucking day when I wrote my first poem. I curse the first fucking day when I saw her small sharp teeth and her eyes like gimlets.
I curse the first fucking day when I smiled at her. She…
My Afflation. My Curse. My Muse… I lose my consciousness. Finally… (to be continued)
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
unbolt me 
I was surprised that I liked this. It made me work. I generally try to avoid working. By the conclusion, it was worth the effort. Thank you.
BTW, I didn’t click on the “To Be Continued” link. I take my work in measured doses.
Cheers,
Jon
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We’re glad that you put in the work though, Jon. It means that you felt the work was justified, so we must be doing something right! Thanks for reading! 😀
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I like this.
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Me too! Thanks so much for reading. Tati and I appreciate your support! 😀
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The pleasure’s mine.
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This is absolutely freaky and brilliant! It is not for everyone and it is so refreshing that the writer (Tati?) doesn’t seem to care and is true to her Muse. Totally edgy, draws you in. I’m loving it!
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This is Tati to a ‘T’. She definitely marches to the beat of her own drum, and this very much shows in the quality of her writings. 🙂
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Wow, I love this. I mean, the blog, sure. Because the blog is unique and fantastical and has all of those cool hidey holes to dig around in like grandma’s dresser. But what I really mean is this page, This poem, this prose, this.. musing. It’s, I don’t know, I just want to grab it and hold it and look at it for awhile. Know what I mean?
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Totally. Tati’s writing has that effect for sure. And we want to thank you for visiting our little hidey holes too! 🙂
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Amazing!
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Tati thanks you! 😀
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captivating
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Agreed. Thanks so much for reading! 🙂
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This is exactly why I don’t want to be a poetess. The words do tear at you and it hurts. I figure a poet with pain is a poet with a shortened life span. It hurts, yet I can so easily fall in love with poetry.
I’m unsure how to use this blog. Do I just keep pushing click for random entries? That’s how I got to this one.
I have a subscription to Crumble Cult and Foreboding, but I’m not sure how to use this blog.
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Oh, I hear you on that, Faith. Poetry hurts inasmuch as it soothes. It’s kind of a double edged blade however you slice it. (I think I may have mixed up a few metaphors there!) As for navigating around Unbolt Me, it can certainly be a little overwhelming at first, I’ll grant you. There’s a drop down window at the top of the left hand column as you scroll towards the bottom of the site. It’s called Unbolted Archives. If you click on that you’ll get to see everything we’ve done so far. Hopefully this’ll help! 😀
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Hello, Faith! Tati is here 🙂
Let me add my penny… there are some possible ways to navigate Unbolt Me and catch our fresh posts.
1) The reader unbolt me
2) The widget ‘Unbolted Archives’ (the footer sidebar at the bottom of every post).
3) The widget ‘Recent Unbolted Posts’ (the footer sidebar at the bottom of every post).
4) The menu with categories (it is hidden to the left under the small striped square on every page).
Thank you that you are with us, Faith! I hope you will enjoy your unbolted journey 😛
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wow! just wow~!
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Tati writes some pretty knockout stuff, doesn’t she? 🙂
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yes ! I’m amazed..👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
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A special talent to be able to write poetry. I can only admire you.
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Tati thanks you, Howard. (And I agree with you. She does a fine job!) 🙂
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https://oosterman.wordpress.com/2016/07/11/the-art-of-mornings-bed-straightening-for-seniors/
Here is the answer.
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