a Guest

You say that others’ mistakes can’t teach.
Time is cruel and doesn’t cure.
May I help you? I’m not really sure
but I promise to listen to your speech.

You say that darkness is the brightest light,
that the loudest scream is mute…
I nod. I don’t argue with the whiteness of soot
and the preeminent grandeur of blight.

You shout and whisper. You laugh and cry.
My task is to put a kettle on fire.
You run round the room like a gyre.
I take cups from the shelf and slice up a pie.

You finish and go out into the night
with salutary lightness inside your chest.
…I don’t get the money from my nightly guest.
My royalties are my permission to write.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015

GUEST POST // Who’s in Charge? by Field of thorns

When day turns into night, and night turns into day,
this magic moment lasts but seconds in the 24 hours of each day.
During these seconds, is the changing of the guard,
when day walkers, are replaced with night watchers, who’s in charge?

By night the evil day walkers are at play, raising havoc in the dark,
eluding the night watchers seeming vigilant trademark.
While by day, the well-loved night watchers are fast asleep,
the day walkers pretend to be so meek, who’s in charge?

It’s an odd and fascinating clock,
that measures the true beats of our hearts.
Which are you, and I know you know,
a day walker or night watcher, who’s in charge?

by FIELD OF THORNS
© All rights reserved 2014

GUEST POST // Hunter/Death by Purple Creature

The Night is coming,
The Hunter smiles a sly smile.
Darkness is his friend,
Stillness is his anthem.
The Hunter will descend upon you
With the quickness of lightening,
And the power of Thor’s might hammer.
Don’t be afraid,
Take comfort in knowing,
He is here specifically for you.
The Hunter,
Has been tracking you,
Has been watching you,
And now has come for you.
Before your body collapses to the floor,
If you concentrate, for a fleeting moment,
You will be able to smell the sweetness
Of the Hunters aroma,
Just before he draws your last breath.
Into his mouth,
Into his Soul,
Where you will now reside FOREVERMORE…

by PURPLE CREATURE
© All rights reserved 2014

Ночь

Как передать словами… тишину?
Сквозь полудрему слышный шепот ночи?
Как сахар растворяюсь и тону
В настое горьком сбывшихся пророчеств.
Я снова темнота и пустота.
Дрожит в углу серебряная тень.
А утром меня вновь заменит та,
Которая предпочитает ночи день.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

my Ideal World

in my ideal world
it’s always five minutes to four
from coffee and smoke I am bitter
all friends were lost in Twitter
software download died
my forces only turn off the light
I slowly fall down
and soon a dawn…

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014