Things that haven't happened yet

A world sung the rhymes about the river

I walked through her , carried on legs of mind

nailed to the body which was made to shiver,

hurt by the ground, unfriendly to my kind.



Memories suddenly just changed their sound

their shape remain me pages in forgotten book

now that they ‘re dead, buried in the ground

they seem less hazardous as they used to look



Then I asked: what is the weakness of the soul ?



I failed to search for a jar to forget the unknown

things that haven't happened yet are not yet known

life is a ride that shows us signals mixed

A cobby stone pavement that may be fixed

The wolf

I've came across few old memories,
flashes of light and the darkest power

I suddenly changed to wolf:
holding my own skull with two fingers
scared of my own eyes
facing a human
I ran away...
what has left in this world for me ?
howling my name in the wind
as soon hunters will find me
and will revenge on my hunger
all these that live in memories
dragged my heart into hopeless shadow of this forest - my only home,
and yet,

I do not know every corner of it.

Slow kisses on your neck

I've been searching the world
my palms were sticking to your skull
glued to your brain till your breath got heavy..

You closed your blindfolded eyes
and moved all that matters inside me
filled me with your pain
and pleasure

I wanted you to look at me
show you how does it feel
to make love to myself
but you shut into your ways
moving inside me like I was a slave.
You let me crave for more living flowers
in the black ground surrounding
the river Styx

Maybe Iam old fashioned

Maybe I am from different times
sitting on the trees of limes
giggling is my only passion
definitely so old fashioned

waiting for the one and only
my true love

maybe sounds like disney's story
vintage clothes and all the glory
my prince is hot,a bit silly man
supposed to be a gentleman.

my gold long hair will wildly grow
as my heart will glimpse the glow
of his sword, will hear his horse
to trot my way, it can't be worse

than the blow
of my only
one
true love.

my prince will be sometimes so wrong,
never mind as long he'll be as strong!
As i am princess, petite, neaty
Disney just wants me being pretty

my only problem is however
i wont have my legs long ever!
but the prince worth all thrills
I will start to wear high heels !

The City

In the big city

Love is a cockatil of the dust and soil
you think you drink wine,
but it's oil
the city stands greatly and impresses
all of these legs in expensive dresses

with all that make up on your face
you wear Laboutin, chanel's lace
milions of people looking meanly
each of them feeling just as lonely

as you.

You have dreamed about a big city
to stand on high heels,look pretty
the city full of beautiful boys
that treat girls like toys

they' ll bring you up,
they'll bring you down.
look at you now girl,
you look like a clown...

My home

my home,the feeling blue and yellow
Everything smelled tight and mellow
The other day in this land i felt bitter
Everything tasted a bit more sweeter
this time...
i left my heart there. suddenly i walk
restless, and empty is the way i talk
Lacking emotions, i miss my heart
maybe that is the way and the start
of happiness...

Shine

I wrote a story about dust
audience of the empty trust
the world lacks of sympathy
deserve a hand of empathy

as many children of our kind
missing love to feed their mind
someone to step up for the true
someone to uplift their soul so blue..

So speak up,step up for your soul
One don't have to play that role
move on, bravely cross that line
grow up, now its time to shine.