The Norns lost my clew
That is why I have no fate.
I’m a tumbleweed.
I fly from fate at full speed.
I never look round and wait.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
The Norns lost my clew
That is why I have no fate.
I’m a tumbleweed.
I fly from fate at full speed.
I never look round and wait.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
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by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2014-2018
The younger days grew older,
With the hourglass dropping bits of time,
I sit, staring at shared memories left unto me.
These nights grow colder.
I’m throwing wishes toward the heavens,
For you to walk this earth again.
To see my friend, I wish
I knew why you left.
Still I was left to wonder.
Left to stare at the remnants of a shattered life.
Lost to it’s meaning, suffered in it’s feelings.
The news broke me in two.
How your skies faded from blue to black, I’ll never understand.
How could you give up?
You left me in the dark,
Before you blew out your last candle.
Tears falling like the stars,
Where your light now resides.
Flickering echoes of a soul lost in the universe,
Forever reaching for Gods hand,
While mine are shaking, gathering up sand.
Piecing together the hourglass,
Holding it together with memories,
So it can never be broken again.
Rest peacefully with the stars.
by KASEY STAFFORD (aka BASICAUDIO)
© All rights reserved 2014
The resulting fruit is unable to mirror the tree.
I’m unable to crack the code that is me.
The square pegs are lined up in defiant rows.
And the lone vine will unorthodoxly grow.
We’re fighting the tides of unkind situation.
And feeling the pain of lost in translation.
by TOKONI O. UTI
© All rights reserved 2014
Their voices are soft and belled.
I feel that I’m stuck inside.
I’m absolutely unshelled
and wide-closed-eyed.
My voice is a tongue of these bells.
It chimes. It’s echoed by walls.
And every one of my fibres and cells
Are blithesome, free-willed thralls.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014