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                                                                Three times darkness




Poems: P. Willow
Pictures: Keeki and Smudger
Word checker: Fadingrin

                         

       To those whom have difficulties to feel

Heroes of the streets

and those who keep helping

others fallen to the concrete world,

thank you.

               

Don't name a poem

   put on frames

   free feelings.

Don't whisper to wind

your deepest secret.

   Wind is a thief

   who does not need lockpics.

Don't write down

if you don't want to share.

   sing

if you don't want to give.

Poet gives from himself

   from you

     from others.

Read the words

  not the writer.

 Dream
   in pieces
 Sharp pieces of ice
heart on a ground.

       frostbitten poor thing
only beating when
it remembers warmth
     it used to be flamed by wind of love.
Warm water or dreams.

Now there is only
     frozen
     hurt and sore flesh
everything pulling it apart.

Dream
   before it got its wings
           crippled.
 

I always try
   we always do.

    rices anger
            from our own unability
    bile boiling

Let's drown ourselves to it.

Leave behind you
     meaningless nothingness
                          painless emptiness
                          so your pain
                          your anxiety from life
won't come to lives of others.



Leave behind you
     less than death
     more than memory
     and still
complete fulfillment.

Boy of the Sadness
                  dressed in black
                  carrying his own coffin
                          whole life's weight on his back
                          All mistakes
                          happiness and sadness
                 as young furrows on his face.


 Boy of the Sadness.
                  before start of his life
                  buried to frozen ground.

                     ___________________________________________________________


You are everywhere
        in bedsheets
        in scent of food
        in squalls of wind
        in laughter
        in tears
        around me
        in me
        in others.
You wont fade away
        you stick
        you are here
           next to me
        holding me
        smiling
        and I cry
    you are longing
   you don't let me forget
   and I do not wish to.

Around me
   under me
      abow me.

 I want away
           run away
           I'm distressed
              my breath curls up to my throat
              like fearful animal.

Water torture.
           time dropping like water drops
           without water
When I choke on air
Binded too tight
            unspoken expectations
            with fear
and walls fall on me.


Who would set me free?

One would want to remember all
   infused moments of happiness
     captured to net.

One would want to feel
    when other cares and is near
        even when mind would not touch
            time separated by miles.

One would want to listen
    like old recording
        forgotten conversations
           priceless good and bad moments.

Seconds separated by time.

                      ____________________________________________________

Hands of longing

Hands of longing

           cold chilling bones

           cutting my chest.

Storm in my mind

           that Chaos without other

               rough pains stabbing scream.

           and

              thousand burning

                       corroding

                              tears.

Diverging 

     Separation

                  might be love

          as it's best.

                      ____________________________________________________

Silence

         full of voices, longing

         full of comforting, tender words

      I have heard nothing

      full of anger, bitterness 

   living as shadow

   standing behind my lies

               I have been

                    dust of the Earth

                          food for my fears.

 Don't come now
         time is too old
Don't come
         my flame has been turned off.
But if you come,
         don't leave.

I am missing
     it hollows me

            Devils hole

      Trough you can see  blue sky
      opposite of the tough bedrock.

I am just see-through mist
      painful thought

            fog
            tears
                that ting when they fall.

And life is love letter
           sellowtaped
                crashed
                      put together.

Darkness

Unfaithful part in soul

              rebel rising up

              invisible terrorist

           screamer without voice.

Two wrongs

do they do right?

              Unfaithful is loyal

              King has part of joker

            true law

              has been read by something that does not feel.

In Darkness there is other

                        always

two children of cold stars.

            Buried suspicion

always second

      without first.

                             _________________________________________

Time ticks moments

moments passing by

         stepping closer to you

                taking forward

          your years too

                like dancing waltz

laughing, cheering

                in dance of life

smiling

to ending immortality of people

Time in his fine coat

drinks seconds

watches memories

         fading, golden

         stretched

   without feeling sadness

                for what is lost

           with his never ending time.

While seconds go by

I meet you.

         I stop my clock

    and I take all from

this moment.

And time dances his waltz

        somewhere else.

                                   ________________________________________-

 Old trees fall

Table whines under things

        talking

    without anyone hearing

        puts on lights

    only dust being there

             and

      they   sing

    racing against

    dusty windows.

No-one could see inside

     would not look 

papers dropped on floor

No one could see grey head

     or old white hand.

Table comforts old

"That happened to me too,

    but what will they built from you?"

  Warm in silence

Voice, longing
     ugliness loaded to shotgun
                               load
                                     aim
                                            shoot
                                away all the anxiety
                                         inadequacy
straight to nights unlit forehead 
trough occipital.

                 Reason of all bitter tears
                 taste the real pain of heart

Sugar to wounds
          pain
             salted bullets
gunpowder tastes in my mouth
blood
    already black

last echo of gunshot

behind stays one's own longing
to carry lantern of one sided devotion

                                already stepping in silence
                                sweet warmth of scarf around your neck
                  it is Autumn
                              and you feel good
                                            warm in silence

Landadum

Sweet scent in air
        smell of lifeless life
            dreams
            sights
              hitting softly
              to already numb face
When you can't feel anything else
you hit
with sledge-hammer

Bitter taste on tongue
     hypochondria on everyone's heart
                 laying 
                 lolling
                           on corners of other people
                           waiting new beginning
when you don't own your own life
you take at least an imaginary one.

                              ____________________________________

Nature of concrete world
                 tough memory
                 wind from a far
                 waking up
       lost wish of fighting
       
       hit to face
                 with words, with laughter
                 darkness
       corroded on face.

Tough world
                rushing against
                but still I hear
       singing of lost mockingbird.


       Ironbird sings
                 when can't speak
                 blood tasting in mouth 
pain in my body. 

Concrete worlds nature
                  and still
soft, gentle eyes.

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Yours: The poet