Tag Archives: Writings

a Storyteller

He comes every evening.

He sits near my bed and reads tales. The terrible tales.

How the Wolf devours Little Red Riding Hood, Snow White eats the poisoned apple and the Cruel Giant swallows Tom Thumb… Every evening, he ruins my naive childish dreams about the Perfect World. He calls this ‘adaptation’ and ‘preparing for your adulthood’. And he leaves my room with a sense of accomplishment.

I cry… but not too long. I have a low level of adaptation… it’s written in my anamnesis, and I do believe in the power of written words. I just take a pen and start to correct every mistake… to repair the non-perfect, spoiled world.

Tom Thumb swallows cruel giants… Snow White hates apples… and Little Red Riding Hood devours wolves. That looks much better. I fall asleep with a smile… and with thoughts about this strange word… ‘hyperlexia’. It’s also written in my anamnesis. I don’t know what it means but I guess that it’s just a perfect name for one Beautiful Princess who steals the eggs of dragons…

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

GUEST POST // Me by Purple Creature

Life is almost over now, pain, sorrow, and regret are hanging around more now, growing impatient, wanting to take over me… I am tired… I want to give in…

It’s almost over… I am like a leaf that has turned brown and withered, and is now has falling from a tree. There is only one path it can follow; it may get lucky for a few fleeting moments and get caught in a gust of wind, that will delay the inevitable, a cruel joke is all that turns out to be, for the end is near for that leaf… Its path will end when it hits the soil and gets slowly absorbed into mother earth to be no more… Hours drag on now, people come and go, but pay me no mind… I am a burden, I represent all that they hate. Memories are slowly fading, I feel cold… I pray this night will be my last… Life has become cruel, and useless to ‘ME’… but yet I go on… why? I am alone, tired and lonely. I am invisible… If only someone would have seen ‘ME’ for who I am, and not for who I should be. If only kids at school would have accepted ‘ME’ as I am, and not pick on how I look. If only my parents would talk to ‘ME’ and not at ‘ME’… Sixteen will never be for ‘ME’, good bye world… I should of never been in the first place… In the end there is only ‘ME’, and I choose no longer to be…

by PURPLE CREATURE
© All rights reserved 2014

Uncurtain

You ventriloquized with a snobbish drawl.
Pompous velvet curtains masked a dark hole.
I was always curious about who was behind the pall.
I looked around… and I stabbed the curtains with a heavy awl.
I jumped! I didn’t expect… the hole can bawl!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

No Smoking!

“This dull etiquette…”
I sighed and stubbed my poem
like a cigarette.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

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