Yana
what did you do ? why did you curl up to me carved in and in and cuddled to my wounds like wild grapevine climbed through my fingers grasping each one – only to be... More »
Yana
my dreams never come true, luckily, do you hear me?- the clock is ticking nightmare-ishly. backwards… if dreams don’t come true,- apparently happiness happens as it does if we still breathe together in unison listen,... More »
Yana
in the broken glass of my night sky dreams flow and a star rises a ray of light, a lonely road I fold my wings and take my heart out so soft in the palm... More »
Yana
a step into emptiness.. my morning became thinner and the dawn is tattered like a ghost realization.. : .. no this is not bliss, only maybe.. decaying pain of your touch you, having smoothed with... More »
Yana
шагнув в пустоту .. и утро стало тоньше и рассвет растерзан словно призрак чувствуя.. : .. нет, это не блажь, если только.. забродившая боль.. куража ты, разгладив ладонью белый чертеж души, .. воткнешь черный... More »
Yana
Lullabies... Sleep in the hollow cavity, where body found itself in twilight. white cotton of bed will soften for body its fall when there is nothing to do except to collapse into the snow of... More »
Yana
... Like the shadow licking the wall so nightmare-ishly crawls down - everything drowns this fall in the color of butterfly wing, freshly baked bread and autumnal apples . and rust colored autumnal blood so... More »
poem
May 2008 