Tag Archives: Poem

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

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

I know you, my perfect reader!

I know you, my perfect reader!
I can see plainly in my head –
You are a sceptic and a leader,
You can say truth without dread.

I can narrate of you a lot.
You are the best of our breed!
You have a single tiny blot.
A little bug… You hate to read!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

My hot sweaty pelt

my hot sweaty pelt…
I am walking your path
and obliging snowmelt
hides all proofs of my wrath.

my nose leads me…
I depend on your scent.
I stand on my knee –
do you hear my lament?

my fangs brightly shine.
moon tries on mourning.
you will be mine –
mine no later than morning!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014