Category Archives: TATI’S POEMS

Oops!… We Did It Again (the Lines)

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.

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

a Word

…like a heavy stone, a word.
It is difficult for my parlance.
Because in my cozy and dumb world
I use as a rule—to be silence.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

the Viper

It is a clutter in my room.
It is pitch darkness in my shed.
And like a fetus inside a womb
The viper curled up on my bed.

Its black forked tongue, long and thin…
I never tell this. I elide.
One hundred vipers bite my skin.
But only one can bite inside.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

Books say lies

Books say lies. TV’s untrue.
People are deceiving you.
Style is cute, style is rude…
It’s unimportant. They delude.

You change a channel, rend a page.
You smile and try to hide your rage.
But comes a flash you can’t surmount.
You burst… You get away to Mount.

White noise can purge your littery mind.
It’s a way to feel strong wings behind.
Life fills your body drop by drop.
You are revived by your top.

You can smile. You can fly.
You can forgive me for my lie…

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

I don’t know

I don’t know
I exist or no.
All my senses turned into white ash.
Many years ago
I refused this show,
Threw away my passions like unneeded trash.

I smashed up all mirrors,
I killed viewers and hearers,
I put my gun under my head instead of cozy pillows.

I don’t know
I’m alive or no.
All my cells encrusted with sediment and rust.
I didn’t mark a foe,
I didn’t forecast a blow.
And now I disremembered about the notion of ‘trust’.

I smashed up all mirrors,
I killed viewers and hearers,
I put my gun under my head instead of cozy pillows.

…When I inhale this purple mist
Dead senses start to dance a twist
And I’m ready to stop my run
And hide my gun.
But zombies here. I hear a snigger.
I must exhale. And pull the trigger…

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014