Some poetry
Winter slumber envelops my brain and my soul,
I struggle to see through the wind in my face
Snowflakes in their flight form invisible lace
I pass through the dots to arrive to the place
This route lacks the spirit; it's sucked out of here
Through drizzles of snow and cigarette stubs
The sun disappeared ages ago
Replaced by headlights and ghosts in the mist
It was a very long night,
Dead frozen ground evokes a wave of fatigue
I'm waiting for the wind to subside
I need more vitamins and the sound of drums
Mushrooms march through the forest
Birds take off to fly to a remote location
There are glimpses of red on tops of the trees
Mist creeps through the bushes
And there are hedgehogs and squirrels somewhere in the dusk
They are waiting when the last ray of sun disappear
When the darkness descends on the Earth
They come out to sing their song
And the flashes of flames reflect in their eyes
They will dance on this spot
Making circles around the fire
And their beautiful song will wake up the wolves at the end
And they will realize how hungry and thirsty they are
And they will turn on the engines of their bikes
And the silence of night will be pierced by roar
Mixed up with the beautiful song of the squirrels
And announcements of birds flying south
Standing in line to check in their luggage
Snails come out from their dens, and they are still sleepy
But they cannot sleep further because of the roar of the engines
And announcements of birds boarding planes
So they wander around in hopes to find any liquor
But there is no liquor because it's night in the forest
So they cry in despair and spill out iridescent rainbows
Summer breeze touch my wrists
I will run through the haze
Of the heat and the sun
Hits my eyes with its rays
I will run and my pain
Will subside while I breathe
I'm trying to squeeze
All I can from this day
I will run while the sun
Slowly moves to the west
I won't need any rest
And I'll see how the daylight will turn into purple of evening
The days coalesce in stream
Like sights outside the train
The rhymes are quiet and vague
Don't know if they have names
Don't know if there is an anchor
Or maybe it's a flight
Or maybe gates to rabbit hole
That's open through the night
The days accelerate
The light is vague and dull
The snowflakes mark the seasons
The storms destroy the skull
The Earth still goes in circles
The outer space is weird
What else here I could say
Thoughts fled and now it's too late
I am loafer and scum
But in spring and summer days
I am excited when I'm free
Might go out and see the sun
I regret about those
Caught alive inside treadmills
Chained to jobs and obligations
And released in a sunset
I'll go out to see the sun
How green fluff grows on the twigs
Buttercups among fresh grass
I am high and I would run
Shame on me and hell with that
I'm enjoying being alive
I responsible for nothing
Floating and count to five
Take off old curtains and tear them apart
Walls should be painted and sprinkled with art
Huge sound system would fit in behind
Pity that most of that still in my mind
I register blip on the matte screen in the corner
I loathe rats that I know have intentions to rape me
I enjoy their squall when I casually kill them with rod
I stroll hectically inside my room
I give howls of excitement sometimes
I slid from the chair
I slosh in the puddles
my floor became sludgy
with brittle white flowers
I am planning some illicit travel
I diligently make preparations
I studiously reading the scripts
I am going to invoke Minotaur
I see misquoted phrase in book
I throw omnibus on the floor
And inconspicuous bookmark
I found after on the rug
I vigorously cleaned the shelves
Destroyed pleasantly the door
Once caught somebody's fleeting glance
That bore resemblance to the ape's
I start this venture to prosper
Nobody dares contradict
Since I infallible and smart
You find omission here, not
flowers reflect the light
in many different ways
many different rays
penetrate the leafs
flowers are multicolored
yellow red and pink
movement and blink
flowers express the joy
in many different ways
in shiny days
in rainy days
flowers assert the peace
flowers keep silence
flowers have purpose
Press, internet, news, friends
too little time, too much information
movies, pictures, music, games,
limited energy, endless temptation
create, participate, invent, discuss
this is provocative, challenging itch
share, socialize, meet, lust
I see all puzzles revolving so fast
Outside my window, I see the sun
Just want to clear my head, to breath and run
I think about what exactly
makes my keyboard so retarded
when I try to send a message
to the facebook from my phone
maybe some malicious virus
intercepts my finger movements
and relay this information
to the CIA headquarters
I draw flowers on a chalkboard
On a paper with a pencil
I draw flowers and my rational mind is a better part of me
And I have too many coins in my purse
And I'm too preoccupied with recognition
Which is strange
Because there are so many voices
I don't hear anymore
And it's a loss
And people who say that all this isn't a real life don't understand
The things that lie beyond the chitchat and some bullshit
The things that matter
They take a stand
They're on the edge
They hope their death
Will bring them honour
They think of fate
And of that day
When flowers grew
On sunny meadows
I'll sing that song
It'll stay with me
I want it sound
Somewhere forever
They take a stand
They'll fight and die
And what remains
I'll keep with me
The work of my brain
It's like several lanes
Sometimes those questions
Cause endless congestions
And there is a point in the middle
Surrounded by riddles
Where I stand playing fiddle
Regretting all other different options
I miss in the process
And like, I see the time passing
And energy wasted
While I could use it to write another something
But I missed this moment in misgivings about what exactly I should do or write
Or, maybe, rather devote those minutes to making money I dunno
There's no more rhythm no rhyme here but fuck it