You maimed me. You thought
That now I go down in price,
That I am just naught…
You are a moron! Surprise!
Ugliness costs more… much more!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
You maimed me. You thought
That now I go down in price,
That I am just naught…
You are a moron! Surprise!
Ugliness costs more… much more!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© 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
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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
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Dear Blog,
Are you a log
Within which I write a journal?
Or Blog,
Are you a log
Floating in a sea of troubles?
But Blog,
Are you a log
Upon which I rest my laurels?
Dear Blog,
You are a log
With whom I will not ever quarrel.
by RAYCABIRO
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A pendulum sways
directly overhead.
Celestial ways
are rutted by a feather-edged tread.
A pendulum sways.
Something is amiss.
A white feather glides
down, into the abyss…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014