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low poetry Dec 2020
she is not enough
i’m nothing special
*** is lot of fun
but not my passion

this feeling is a ***** trick
or, maybe, i’m just being ****
i don’t know
and i don’t know whom to ask
life is like hardest math task

she made me think that my heart is closed
but i’m crying while reading Mozart story
they made me think that my problem is dose
but without it i’m angry, sad and worried

i will stop rejecting and gain control
input some shrooms and rock and roll
you know
i’ve closed my heart intentionally
my hell is in the others, eventually
low poetry Dec 2020
Full of doubts,
making the decision.
Ignoring taunts,
implement the vision.

Obviously,
civilisation is going to die.
Frequently,
ask yourself question - why?
2020
low poetry Dec 2020
i like to write under high pressure
you make me feel pleasure
sweet precious

i like to transform move to dance
old form can make new sense
or be nonsense

opened myself to feel the rhythm
doesn’t care it’s good or bad time
this moment like a shiny gem
stop playing their silly game

trying new like chef cook
paid for everything I took
reading the next big book
she like the way I look
low poetry Dec 2020
while reading the book
i’m living by the way it hooks

reading in the right place
with the slow pace

highly concentrated
distractions is faded

re-read
when i need to

no interest in page number
and what is under

preaching the power of the word
pinning them on my cork-board

the pancil is in my hand
like a magic wand

symbols, outlines
comments, questions
material that worth to repeat
second and third time to read
low poetry May 2019
dancing on my own
out of comfort zone
two possible ways, but none is mine
I will ******* both and just feel fine

preserving The Gifts
friend to the thieves
existing on the edge of frame
ego flirting with the devil’s fame

I like what fear do
ca-сa-call me ******
edited '2020
low poetry Jan 2019
friends
those with whom we shared our stories
it’s time to farewell
i’m sorry

I’ve decided to seek the truth
So, I must stop the storytelling
We shared that amazing youth
That gave birth to my rebellion
Taught me how to be alright with being wrong
Showed me the ways, which I could belong

Smart goals and networks are not for me
My desire is abstract and unknown freedom
That exists nor in the city or in the family
But, surely, near those magic trees in edem
The core intention is to accumulate the vitality
Breaking through the walls of civil mentality

my final destination is the state of self
where all stuff sorted on the one shelf
where the body is a temple
spirit is a whole
nature is the teacher
and words are under control
where the only currency is energy
time is absolute
where the only possession is awareness
and love is a root

so, guys, our story ends
now,
death is my only friend
character - is the ability to carry out a resolution long after the excitement of the moment has passed
low poetry Jun 2018
i'm here
without goals/doubts/regrets
partly free from biases
partly free from prejudices

observing you
acting him/her/not you
what does your mind say?
what does your body say?
be honest
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