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Alexander Snitko Poem
Everyone gets hurt; it is a common rule,
No one is happy like in fairy-tales forever.
Who does believe that there is justice is a fool!
The so-called justice easily rips off our leather.
We all as one just scream and blame and cry
That life is terribly unfair and cruel.
There’s always this one question “Why?!”
The answer’s simple; we are living fuel.
The harsh and cold are happy, what a joke?!
Destiny has got the greatest sense of humor.
It breaks our fragile castles at a finger stroke,
But always pays a silly and pathetic human.
How many tears have dried on people’s cheeks!
We’ve lost so much because of this weakness.
Enough! We must smash down life’s idiotic tricks
By turning all the human hearts into a piece of ice.
Problems will go away, so as our worries;
No one gets hurt, no one gets sick.
This poison will be only in old terrifying stories,
But not in our hearts, we won’t be weak.
Nowadays humanity is out of fashion.
The floor is given to a better quality.
C’mon, get up, do not be in depression!
Your pain will be washed up, meet cruelty.
Copyright © Alexander Snitko | Year Posted 2015
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Alexander Snitko Poem
Everything has the beginning, also the end.
At first I didn’t want to see the finish line…at first.
Tonight the storm of words she didn’t write, but meant
Is in our little dreamy park…it’s cursed.
The paths we’ve created are flying away
Like thousands of birds of the memory melodies.
Their home is destroyed, disappeared in a day.
It’s been done without warning with ease.
I am sitting with friends in the corner.
They are homeless and cold, they are crying.
Somebody’s knocking at my door…it’s the coroner
Who will take these dead birds and me dying.
Copyright © Alexander Snitko | Year Posted 2015
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Alexander Snitko Poem
Returning home is always a bitter path.
Some say it’s warm and soft, it’s healing.
These words are said before the aftermath
Which brings an acute pain, which’s drilling.
It smashes down the soul inside your ring.
All thoughts are apposite to you in this rebellion.
The mind’s infected with a memory sting.
It yells that there’s the other side of the medallion.
Every cute moment is shadowed by sorrow.
This crow just flies turning all into dark
The way you’ve done, the way you’re living now.
It’s darken, eaten by a wormy mind shark.
But there’s no need to be afraid of this,
Cause in the end it leaves a white sheet.
It’s like a rubber cleans you with its kiss,
So you become a man without wormy mind shit.
Copyright © Alexander Snitko | Year Posted 2015
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Alexander Snitko Poem
The one I love is far abroad…
Text messages are faithful pigeons to each other.
There’re times it’s hard to keyboard.
“Love you…” my hands don’t listen to me further.
The one I love is far abroad…
I cannot touch, can’t fondle her smooth skin.
An acute feeling’s cutting up my throat
While I’m swimming in a pool of dream.
The one I love is far abroad…
I realize, but can’t except this truth.
Day after day I’m getting odd,
Sometimes I want to howl like a wolf.
The one I love is far abroad…
I’m suffering, but it is possible to deal with.
You know that our life is hard and short.
Be brave to keep the one you wanna love or live with.
Copyright © Alexander Snitko | Year Posted 2015
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