Oops!… We Did It Again (Balance)

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.*

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

a Question

To write, or not to write, that is the question…

But not while a hellish Muse keeps a gun
And air in your room is full of tension.
What must be done, that will be done.

To write, to write, to write… and no questions!

 

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