Pass me the cigarette
She who I thought will stay
Gone long back
Me who now is a fall guy
What life has in store anymore
Who knows
But who cares
The angel has returned to paradise
So pass me the cigarette
In the process of becoming Steve Jobs
I became Steve Harrington
You can call me voat
Cause I am the villain of all time
So brother pass me the cigarette
Let's do some self harm
All I got now is words
Also everything that I wanna say
Got ruined by my words
Oh fyodor
I know my crime
I know my punishment
I am guilty
So pass me the cigarette
I am a writer
So give me the lighter
Let me smoke words
And let me see my poem in ashes
Pass me the cigarette
Categories:
fyodor, anxiety, art, autumn, desire,
Form: Carpe Diem
“If you spend half your time
trying to change human nature
You’ll spend the other half
being disappointed”
If you spend half your time
waiting for someone to love
You’ll spend the other half
waiting to die
If you spend half your time
questioning the truth in the answers
You’ll spend the other half
missing the point
If you spend half your time
following the tracks of another
You’ll spend the other half
— wondering why
(Dreamsleep: October, 2024)
Categories:
fyodor, life,
Form: Rhyme
F-or
Y-our
O-wn
D-elight
O-penly
R-ead
I-nspiring
V-illanelle
A-s
N-atal
O-ccasion
V-erily
I-mplements
C-omposer's
H-aikustic
T-o
Y-early
U-pload
T-o
C-omputer
H-is
E-xcellent
V-erse
Topic: Birthday of poet Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev (December 05)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Categories:
fyodor, birthday, poets,
Form: Acrostic
I met thee and all that was over
in lifeless heart became alive,
The golden time returned from nowhere
and made heart warm, it did revive.
Sometimes there are the day and hour,
where bare and dull late autumn reigns,
But spring will blow in our bower
and something is in our veins.
And I inspired of that breathing
of past years, when my soul was full,
Gaze your sweet features, and I'm missing
my extasy when heart is cool.
My love, I gaze thee like in dreaming,
like after age, when we're apart,
and here I hear my inner screaming,
it doesn't die within my heart...
It more than memory, I know it,
Life talks again, it's not enough,
Your fascination's same, I love it,
And in my heart the same is love!
1870
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Fyodor Tyutchev
Categories:
fyodor, emotions, feelings, love, memory,
Form: Lyric
Be mute, keep secret now and hide
all that you wish, all that you might,
Let in the deep of lonely soul
It will be risen and be gone.
Be silent like the stars of night,
Behold again their speechless light.
How can heart say its hidden words?
How will somebody know your thoughts?
Will know he, why you're living for?
Spoken's a lie and nothing more.
Blow up, and you will see the clue,
Take it again with silent view.
Live in yourself and nowhere else,
There's world within your soul, but cells
of fairy secret thoughts unvoiced
with idle talkings these are noised,
with beams these spread new coming day,
Listen their song and do not say.
1830
P.S. This is my translation of poem by Fyodor Tyutchev
Categories:
fyodor, philosophy, poets, silence, solitude,
Form: Lyric