blazing sun
sends his love --
       sweet mangoes

this evening,
moon is aloof and pale ...
miss the sun, my friend?

you'd be PUT INto confinement
in a lunatic asylum
for posting a pic. some view as being spiteful
[for some info, check the notes]
doing what Navalny
does, you'd pick up a fine in
the sum of a few tens of mills of rubles &, aside from
that, your bank account would wind up frozen
[not to mention later things happened to him]
that's that nutless power-overdosed fiend
being put out sim. to a bone when
you fell down during drunk strolling
better to block up your front door with
something, 'cause for some content getting posted
you'd get it chainsawed by ******* special forces
in the dead of night; after the unwanted guests have stormed in
you'd get toppled to the floor, then
you'd be submitted to beating
the whole picture's having your little kids screaming
then some of your stuff becomes forfeit
later, it turns out you're not the right person
they've left with your property stolen
that's the rotten syst. working
autocracy's growing

She loves to sing when no one can hear,
She fades away darkness and fear.
She sings ‘Hello?’ to the sunshine,
She lights up the stars of the night sky.

   She sings when the flowers bloom,
   She sings when the sorrow loom.
   She sings the winter away,
   She sings to the spring everyday.

She sings when the lady smiles,
She sings when the little birds fly.
She sings her pain today,
She sings her love everyday.

the sky dropped
              its invisible whiteness

             we saw  pass out
                                   nowhere

                        empty the blue  

                              stars

          our summer
                                on the ground


            like last night another
                                             time

                    in fragments

I don't want you to touch me, cause I know you've touched her too

I don't want you to look at me with those eyes,
cause you give her the same look too

Don't call me baby with that same tone that you use,

Don't coddle me and tell me that you love me because you know I love you, too

I don't want to argue against you,
I know you're hurting, but I am too.

We're both just waiting to be rescued.

I love the moon, yk!
And then,
How'd u expect me
Not to fall for u,
You are the same
In so many ways...

_/moonstruck

I feel so warm and coddled like melted chocolate,
dribbling against the mug, split over a counter.
Finger tips freezing as it touches the air.

No reason to cry over spilt milk.
I boil the kettle again, clean the mess I've made and start again.
Throw in the grounded droplets, a dash of powered chocolate,
                                                      ­                                                         'click'
The kettle coughs bubbles. I pour, enveloped by the steam against my skin, a dash of milk.

The perfect coffee.

I am a woman of the ocean,
You cannot break me,
But can drown in me.

-Nida Mahmoed

Born Insecure, ever chasing perfection.
Never quite skinny enough,
Never quite pretty enough,
her soul was the purest,
This fact would elude her.
Her form was her weakness,
This fact would consume her.
Until the day had come,
when a breathe she could not draw,
as the Portrait on her arms,
had Spilled all her ink.