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Free

When I learned the truth,
the only thing I want to do
is to be free.
Free from emotion, free from
anything, free from
everything.

Free like a bird, free like
fruits hanging senselessly on trees,
free like a fish without air, free
like wind-blown ashes.

To be free, to be
free, forever I long to be

Until, the ground hits me
in the head, until I regain
my senses, until
I feel the need
of air, until I
feel the burn.

To be free, I want to be
but the pain reminds me
to be free and to live
are two different things.

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Kids Were Playing

Kids were playing outside, in the playground.
Swing, slide, sandbox and Mary-go-round.

One was sitting inside, with bottle in one hand.
Thought of things that will never be comprehended.
Paper notes on the table, sketches of ideas.
Scrambled, messy, illogical, the Arcadia.
Revolver in the other hand, with bullets that wisely shine.
Shot was fired, point blank range, never miss.

Kids were still playing outside, in the playground.
Played, played, played, as death never be found.

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Helpless, Redefined

Kid next door helplessly cries
Such a howling, I can't describe
No one knows what he wants
Neither can he tells others why

Couples next door furiously fight
Such a quarreling, I can't abide
No one clearly says what he, she wants
Neither can they peacefully lie*.

Next to the window, I helplessly stand
Such a feeling this moment, I can't pretend
Peaceful as it seems, 
Its truth, the world may not stand.

Kid next door continues to cry.
Couples next door continually fight.





Mikhail.

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You Said You Saw the Pastor

You said you saw the pastor
hiding in the corner of the shabby church
smoking, and looks worried

That Windmill turns no more, quietly stands 
Silently prays and loudly mourns  
For it never forgets how people scorn
That old car parks by the roadside
Pieces of paint, peeled and flake off.
Traces of rust, tell the stories of long gone trust.
That rocking chair at the front porch, screeching 
Sings songs of lonely, only winds can understand
That old tree stands firm in the grassland 
Treacherously tells things we can never stand.

Red bricks and concrete, scattered on the ground
describing the cheerful moment when 
pieces of broken hearts were found.

That smiley wolf wears a three-piece suit
patiently tells kids the value of being mute
Weeds, powders, and pills
Have become the ingredients of feel

You said that you saw the pastor
hiding in the corner of the shabby church
smoking, and looks worried

I see the sounds of praise,
rushes away in a hurry.

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Nature

When I was asked where and why evil exists
I have always believed, the answers are in the wind.
Entangled with leaves, dance, sing, in a spree.
Only mother nature knows its joy.

Ask me when does evil show its face
The answer I believe, lies in the days
Well-hidden within words that are spoken
What's true, what's fake,
you will know, when it stands in you way.

Wondering when the evil speaks out
I guess the answer is in your doubt
In resemblance with a mark branded on your skin
Human nature, is where it begins.

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Tonight

Underneath the sky 
Die hard, or harder to know why
If I won't survive tonight

My friends, don't you ever cry. 

Beneath the skin
myself is collapsing 
If I won't stop from breaking

My friends, don't you try helping.

Ending is near
Hoping there's nothing to fear
If I can't stop the tears 

My friends, don't you ever come near.

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I See Colors

Inside the darkness I see colors.
Floating, hope is an imagination.
Wishing to hear the echoes of 
the sounds I made while breathing.
Back, is the silence that endless screams.

Inside the darkness I see colors.
Unreal as it seems, yet so real, it
makes me believe, light
Is the only relief.

Inside these colors, I see darkness.
unusual as it is, casualties are what it gives.
Neglecting imagination, as it 
becomes punctuation.

Inside the darkness I see colors.
Hope is the imagination
Light, the realization
Reminds me that I still have faith, 
which becomes my inspiration.

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Washed Away

Disgusted by what I see
There's nothing left between you and me
Forcing myself to walk away
The heart that cares lead me astray
Coldness, is the only thing left
By means of your generous theft
Start being fearless 
After witnessing you being heartless.

I pray to be stronger
I pray to be forgetful
Yet I feel getting weaker than ever
Yet I feel retribution back in full.
Repeating itself, like waves, washed me away
in tides of time and despair, forever.

Clenching my fists.
False prophets, false men
I'll make glass falls like rain

And crucify you for this pain.

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Across the Shadows, Athwart the Dark

While we all fallen, asleep
words collasped, howling and weep
Minutes losing, to the night
so glory, even shadows are divine.

The shadows of the dying moon
Reminiscing, the time of Rune,
too close, too soon.
The fire of the dying sun
Sing the song that be unsung.
The life of a dying man
Often regret and reject
of time unwisely spend.

Across the shadows, athwart the dark.
Last thing I saw, was the hope in your birthmark.
Against the stream, into the woods.
Owls hooting, trees whispering, 
lasting like they should.

At the gate of sleep, one last time
Hear the weep, like bells chime.
Harrowing years come and gone, beware.
The fall of new beginning, 
happens from those who never care.

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A Young Life Perished, Earlier Today

There was a thing rolling on the corner of the street
Round, hairy, small, but not hard to notice
And a body, lying faced down on the corner of the street
So fragile, so young, so small, hard to miss.
I heard the scream of a woman, and sounds of fight
But there was nothing able to stop such a blight

That man with a butcher knife, heartless
Faking a good intention to carry out his terrible deed 
Such a chance for him, so divine
A young life perished in his hand, an eerie demise
Gave him the illusion of being a god 
Tasteless, lifeless, merciless, nothing can stop. 

Blood dripping, broken hearts.

I looked again, with curiosity
My heart began to break
After witnessed such an atrocity

A young life had perished
Earlier today, on the corner of the street
This world will never forget, will never forgive
Little light bulb, may you rest in peace.