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Oops!… We Did It Again (GUEST POST // if only the muddy fox lives by Tony Single)

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by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2015-2018

Misguided

Sometimes you fly in the electric sky
and doubt… WTF am I doing here?
Sometimes you wake in a president’s tie
and cry… WTF am I doing here?
You’re a spoiled child… and boom! You’re a scapegoat
and bleat… WTF am I doing here?

Hey, you can’t win a regatta aboard a tugboat…
Stop doubt; cry, bleat. Jump overboard. Take control and steer!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

Haiku

I often wonder…
We waste dozens of words where
Haiku is enough

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

Between edges

A road… just two edges and infinity between them. To step on the edge. To diverge from the road. To live, as if you’re immortal, is one edge. To live, as if your death is inevitable, is the other edge.

Edges aren’t the road.

Let yourself be immortal. Walking on the edge. Stepping over the edge. Forget miserable time. Look at yourself without the world. Your every step, your every gesture, your every thought… immortality.

Edges aren’t the road.

Let yourself be mortal. Walking on the edge. Stepping over the edge. Take your final step. Look at the world without you. Without your every step, without your every gesture, without your every thought… mortality.

Edges aren’t the road.

You don’t like edges. They’re dangerous. But if you deny edges… you deny the road. You learnt immortality. You learnt mortality.

You learnt… edges aren’t the road.

A road… just two edges and infinity between them. You go ahead. Infinity is under your feet. You took your road.

A courageous alive creature.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

GUEST POST // The Comfort of a Warm Heart by Poetic Depression

My cold-blooded and weeping heart
pressed against my chest, hard
Feelings intertwined with quilt
An empty glass never filled

Lose me once and I’ll never return
I need you for longer than now
It looks like I’m not the only one that still has to learn.

vaguely I remember her
A face beautiful, like her
personality
her attractive individuality.

She sat alone on the stairs of the church closed down
For no one believed in God
Everyone had their reasons she tought.
But she knew she was lying

and I walked by
Offered her the comfort of my warm home
I told her not to be scared
I told her that she didn’t have to be alone

and I offered her some tea
“with sugar” she pleased
I smiled and poured it in
The start of a beautiful sin.

And we did not kiss
and we did not touch
we just talked the night away
let our problems astray

Then she left me
and never returned
bound to find her
but i had learned

I was alone

sitting on the stairs of the closed down church
Something hard hit my back
It was the door
opened
by a woman in that crack
It was her
Tea with sugar?
she asked.

by POETIC DEPRESSION
© All rights reserved 2015