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Maria Jan 12
Reckless unlucky poor wretch
She’s roamed much. She’s suffered much.
And no matter what happens around her,
It’s all the one – she is still such.

She was in any way kind to world.
She never had any blackhearted thoughts.
She trusted much, dissolved in love.
She gave herself with no second thoughts.

She slipped away into her love.
She was sure no poison was there,
No rude and mortal human drafts.
There was only the truth! And nothing else never!

But there was a lot of dirt in real,
A lot of stiffness, a lot of falsehood.
She gave her love with no doubt an’ fear
And they in reply only croak of crows.  

She’s so panny plain, naive and homely
And she still live against the odds.
She roams the world and dumbly shuffling
Forever forbids herself to love.
Maria Jan 11
A new day is come, but the greyness is here.
All streets and faces are still grey.
It seems as usual, but this grey sky
Drives me crazy in whole to the extreme.

I see grey asphalt before my eyes.
Sick grey thoughts are overpowering.
It seems as usual, but something’s wrong.
This allout greyness’s cheekily inhering.

I open the window, I want to breathe.
And this grey air arrows me roughly.
It happens boldly, it happens rude.
The air grips me unceremoniously.

The greyness is becoming the part of me.
Even my coffee is cloudy grey.
I’d like to wrap and sleep till snow.
Just want to know it won’t be grey.
This poem is about the state of dark fatality inside and the full emptiness around...
Maria Jan 11
Don’t let me go, I please! Don’t let me go!
I’m scared of everything outside of here.
There’s much cruelty and pain! Too much!
I will be lost there. I won’t be near.

Don’t give me, please! Don’t give away
To those false and ***** judges.
They have no honor and no soul.
There’s no life, just hollow crunches.

Please, don’t forget me! Don’t forget!
If I of sudden disappear,
Scatter, get lost or fall away,
Agreed!
But don’t forget in real!
Maria Jan 10
Please, listen to me.
I know you’ve done it forever.
Maybe you’ve done it more than enough,
More than you should not now or ever.

Please, listen to me.
I swear to you, I will be silent.
And in my silence you’ll see my soul,
Which will be crying out of mind.

My soul’s alive.
It needs much power to go on living.
It simply wants to go ahead
Without guile, with only pure feeling.

Please, listen to me.
I know you’ll still do it forever.
But no matter what happens to any of us,
Please, listen to me whatever, whenever.
This poem is about soul's suffering
Maria Jan 10
I split in half
And lost one half
I couldn’t find it anywhere
Inspite of painful search across.
I stayed without it forever.

And I walked half
With limps throughout.
I didn’t give in and walked up.
I looked for my half, stayed for and hoped.
I didn’t give up, spite all hard.

And time went by,
My faith was weaken.
But I got stronger and sure all.
I let it go and I stopped waiting.
No search, no hope, nothing at all.

And I am walking
Half and half,
Walking alone with no one near.
But now I know how live in half,
With splitted fate there and here.
This poem is somewhat of my personal story.
Maria Jan 9
You’re scratching at my door,
So carefully and humbly.
Come in... You're so shy...
Don't be suprised. Go to.

You see, my door is opened now
And I’m not expecting guests at all.
In contrast to no one will enter here,
No one will cross the sill of all.

My home today is calm and empty.
It doesn’t scare me at all.
I am so tired of eyeless follies,
Of thoughtless cavil, eating up the whole.

Come in.
It’s clean and warm here.
It smells of labdanum and mint.
I’ll give you tea.
And now you’re here,
And we’re not to blame,
Nor you or me…
Maria Jan 9
All these days are impossibly long.
And their sameness drives out of mind.
I’m here again, in front of you.
I did it myself. And I’m by your side.

I know it all, exactly, to point.
Your steady gaze’s callously cold.
Your voice’s like those strings, picked by fingers,
So lazily and heartlessly in whole.

My body remembers the touch of your hands.
So strong, so manly, up to you don’t.
And your distressing extended silence
Is able to **** with no shadow of doubt.

I’m here again! In front of you! Look!
I know, it’s where my doom is now.
But I grab hold of love again
And I can reverse just nothing and nohow.
Love can be failed and fatal... Ill twist of fate...
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