Poem, poems, poetry

THE AXIETY

No friends or rather

Friends-enemies

And I am myself

a friend-enemy

To myself and them

Could we escape?

Hide in the forest of Hamstead Heat

He doesn’t  understand

Enough of poetry, I say

Poetry is for the cowards or those who cannot speak

Those strong personas

those narcissists

Are putting their heavy shoes on me

I hate them

I would like to go but I can’t

Cause I am seized by anxiety 

like under the Russian invasion

It seizes me 

What is a soul and what about it

It pulls me into a murky pond. No!

Just stay still and wait

How can we stop the tornado of hate?

Let’s make a hedge

A nice hedge sparkled with magic,

a hedge nobody can’t kick

neither be a Russian or an Ukrainian

A beautiful hedge 

With no crossings

A labyrinth for the mind

Take of  your heavy shoes

Back off to your polygon

You bastard

It’s a sanctuary

I hate you 

I do I do I do

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Poem, poems, poetry

GARDENING

It was a bitter trial

I don’t know how many steps I still need to take to step out of the chaos

maybe the emptiness is good

without the witchcraft and darkness lurking

without anything particularly interesting

maybe the nenufares

in the barrel

are better

than all that

deadly

luxury

and the ambitions of the dead.

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Literature, poems, poetry, Uncategorized

This state is deep like a well

This state is deep like a well
long like an underground tunnel

going back in time

decades, centuries

it’s not my fault

not my creation

it’s there

it’s a historical malady
nothing to do with me

I’m just a medium

in my head

decoding it

cleaning my books

the library

magical escape

it’s always a good potion

through the garden of insanity
full of roses
painted blue
it’s dark in the frozen castle

I want to be outside

in the red rose garden
in the sun with
me
a teenager

red hair
white skirt
that’s the real me
in my head

before the darkness engulfed

put everything into the grave

with a cross
on it
how deadly
I don’t want to be the black raven
I don’t want to see the pit
smell the myrrh
please, take it away from me

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