Category Archives: TATI’S POEMS

Oops!… We Did It Again (Unbolt)

Erm… hullo there. (This is rather awkward…)

Dear Reader, the stuff that was originally posted here has been removed.

We have done this because said stuff has since been included in one of our published books. We hope you’ll believe us when we say we’re not trying to be stingy. No, this has been done to honour the people who have already spent their hard-earned money on our eBook creations.*

If, however, for some reason you’re unable to buy one of our books, and feel you’ll die without seeing this piece of writing, then please contact us via admin@unbolt.me. We won’t allow our Dear Readers to fade away in the dark. We’ll send you the piece in question, and it will be absolutely free. All you need do is ask.

* Of course, we would be like two happy puppies if you too decided to buy one of our books.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2014-2018

Welcome, my dear incurable friends!

OK… a leper supports a leper.
Salt is salt and pepper is pepper.
Nobody argues with fever or grippe.
Why can’t we forgive any casual slip?
Nobody is perfect. Nobody is ideal.
We should be liberal. We should be genteel.

We all are infected by Virus of Writing.
We should be friends… why are we fighting?

P.S. I open the new category ‘Guest Posts’.
Welcome, my dear incurable friends! Just write me!

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Thank you for your response. ✨

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

Cognitive dissonance

I understood in my childhood what ‘cognitive dissonance’ meant… Ha! Of course, I didn’t know yet the term ‘cognitive dissonance’, but I knew its effect perfectly and was using it masterly. For example…

I hated sitting on nannies’ knees at my kindergarten. Unfortunately, they just adored to paw at me and fondle me with their fat hands. So, I was forced to play on the defensive. And the fact that the attack is the best defense, I knew too…

‘What do you want to be when you grow up, baby?’

‘A forensic expert. Like my father…’ I was saying always and clapping with my big blue eyes…

I was climbing down from their knees by myself. And I knew that I would be free until the end of the day. I would not be caught and be tortured by stupid questions and milk porridge. After this I was hiding under the table.

I was taking ‘Gray’s Anatomy’ and was scanning pictures. Yes… The truth is a very effective tool… This was one of the first rules I learned.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

an Idol

To be talented is not a simple way.
You must prove your endowments every day.
You want to sleep… You need a little idle…
Nobody cares. All crave you, fucking IDOL!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

a True poem

A true poem shouldn’t be read aloud.
It should be born in a low-priced inn,
It should be written on a paper napkin,
It should be crumpled and straightway
It should be burned in the ashtray…

A true poem shouldn’t be read aloud.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014