Another Day Poetry: Road

Road

Road and neon

It goes on and on

His warmth and his tone

And his stare into dawn

Fixed seats and treats

Few peanuts and sweets

Endless fields and pits

Tickling eyelids

Both blankets are mine

I share sometimes

Expectation's line

I'm fine, I'm thine

Tea and trees

And foreign breeze

Me touching his knees

Oh his knees, his knees

This thrill in my chest

Like the speed of pests

And this bus like a nest

Carrying us to the west

Towards the sun

Night makes us one

World makes us none

And we run, we run

To heal and regain

To the sea from the rain

All tears are the same

They don't have names

This is our abode

Full of rocks and odd

So pure and broad

Our road, our road

Also, allow me thank Bloc Party for their fantastic new album "Hymns" and for the inspiration and palpation of my emotions and memories. Especially this song that I've already listened to 80 times. xox

Another Day Poetry: Budapest

Budapest

For a moment forget where I am,

And there is no difference at all.

No adventures and joy with myself,

If I'm bored then it’s only my fault.

One, I'm unfocused,

Two, I'm still writing,

But my feet are too hurt,

They’re too sore to keep fighting.

Are we getting old?

Is it happening now? No?

Then why I'm so tired, why I'm feeling so down?

Why’s my constant ‘upsetness’ overwhelming it all?

No matter where or what’s going on.

These days are too fast,

Too little kebabs,

But time is a train between future and past.

Sightseeing, and wander, and maybe that mall,

With my slow digestion there is no time at all.

My new complains and old habits supplies,

You, my dear, only the one doomed to try,

Even the last day my whining keeps going

What can I say? Well, I could say sorry.

You. Right in front of me,

I. Am crawling to bed,

It’s our holiday baby –

With disappointment you said.

(This time it's personal)

How important it is to stay the way you were when someone fell in love with you

But this is not the story of our first meeting, it's just a lovely moment that is so nice to remember.
I just love early morning. The moment, before thoughts of people woke up and covered the atmosphere. Last week in Kiev was incredibly hot and the mood was so disgusting. Melted brain, boiling body. But yesterday and today are much better. Morning, light breeze, I had time to tell my minion important words, now I swallowing oatmeal with peach and finally feel that things are not so bad. Often it seems that life is shit, boring and monotonous, but returning to my memories, I understand that it is not. Life is full of wonderful moments, and they just must be short, they always have to end so they were precious and unique.

  One nice moment easily outweighs a week of monotony and gloom. From the side your memories may seem completely obvious, banal,  but in fact, for us everything we encountered the first time is always unique. Who if not you can know how you felt at one time or another, what was going on in your soul. I think only one, who was with you side by side and shared the experience with you. All that is happening now, tomorrow will be yesterday. Therefore all of us should work right now for our memories tomorrow.

December. A modest and nice Bielefeld. post xmas hangover. (If you're in Germany then get ready to be constantly with a black mouth of mulled wine(Glühwein), this time of year there's a lot of it). 

On the street is very cold, but we don't care. We are sitting outside (because you can't smoke inside, I hate such places), and drink some drinks with ice. Really cold but we don't give a shit. After all, we got a free pack of biscuits and card with a crow. Sitting and rubbing against each other. No longer so cold, and we're staring at German who seem to brother of Scooter. Fire!

It was a very good time. Gifts, walks, parties, songs. We've broken cups (only for good luck) of mulled wine which we had to return it. oh yeah, rebel rebel. And another German man Heinz showed us his penis pierced christmas toys. 

About the last thing is not true