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Nov 2017 · 396
Envying the sun
Tanya Nov 2017
Benumbed I lie on the floor
Staring ferociously on the ceiling
Flecks of sunlight playing their
Daedelian games.
Wish I were one of them
Leaking into the rooms of strangers:
Lonely, catladies, family kitchens, new-born baby nurseries.
I would be welcomed everywhere.
Not likely now, not likely ever.
May 2017 · 491
Drunk poem N.3
Tanya May 2017
Not often do I walk this path
As looking back I see no light
What others often call the truth of life,
I don't consider as delight

And struggleing back and forth I think
That maybe this no man loath
To look for somebody in life
To share the life ending moan

And maybe truth is just in words
And life considers it as dept
But walking back and forth I see
This struggle has no seeming end.
Dec 2016 · 687
Untitled
Tanya Dec 2016
I keep my voice
Deep inside
So I'm suddenly
Scared
When it reflects
from the walls
As if there is
Somebody else
Who can apply to me
But I'm
a self-proclaimed
Mermaid
I'd rather sell my voice
Than waste it.
Apr 2016 · 673
pinky toes
Tanya Apr 2016
I do not want tomorrow to come
Today was bad
But tomorrow is going to be worse
Spilled cups of tea awaits me
Overboiled milk is just around the corner
Burnt eggs, papercuts, hitted pinky toes
All the small misfortunes
That make my life unbearable
One over another, One over another,
One over another,
Heavy piles of obsticles
Burden my shoulders
But all this is just in my head.
Apr 2016 · 2.5k
a glass of wine
Tanya Apr 2016
Overexaggerated happiness
Splashes in the wine glass
Drink me
Like red drops on the white snow
Ideas pops out in my mind
Once they've appeared
They won't be there for long
As long as the hemlock works
I'll be bright and bewitched.

— The End —