The city offers me nothing
but mortal mortar and soulless stone.
Destiny summoned me here:
to Nature, my forgotten home.
We voted against a union
and were met with derision
For all whom had hailed
a vengeful decision.
Within the distant dreams
of a broken ghostly soul.
His cryptic mind's silver lining
Weaving a fable left unforetold.
My inner voice is translucent
with rays of light, shining through
like a silhouette over water.
Echoes over my hometown
A fleeting feeling amidst the cold.
You said something, but
Your words meant nothing.
Shadows over Leningrad
Shostakovich's theme.
Shadows over Sochi
A conservative dream.
"Thou shalt not give into the gimmicks."
"An urban fox as a metaphor for societal shunning."
"Commerica & Collaborative Chaos"
"A Friendly Fascist"
Feb 28, 2014
Feb 28, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
The city offers me nothing
but mortal mortar and soulless stone.
Destiny summoned me here:
to Nature, my forgotten home.
We voted against a union
and were met with derision
For all whom had hailed
a vengeful decision.
Within the distant dreams
of a broken ghostly soul.
His cryptic mind's silver lining
Weaving a fable left unforetold.
My inner voice is translucent
with rays of light, shining through
like a silhouette over water.
Echoes over my hometown
A fleeting feeling amidst the cold.
You said something, but
Your words meant nothing.
Shadows over Leningrad
Shostakovich's theme.
Shadows over Sochi
A conservative dream.
"Thou shalt not give into the gimmicks."
"An urban fox as a metaphor for societal shunning."
"Commerica & Collaborative Chaos"
"A Friendly Fascist"
micropoems and scraps of writing from my twitter and tumblr
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