Comments Posted By Zhenya
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You size me up,
with your dreary eyes and
that flat smoke smell.
The chapped lips and dry hands
remind me of the old man,
who used to sit at the bench and
look up at those stars
like they were his dream.
The stars are long dead and
that cigarette is at it’s last drag.
A cold gray stare your eyes can give,
all you think about is what was and
what could have been.
» Posted By Zhenya On 01.15.2013 @ 5:20 pm
I used a compass,
2 days ago?
it told me the way to a beautiful place.
where trees are tall and the sky is the blanket
keeping them warm.
I didn’t get lost,
instead I found out exactly where I am supposed to be.
» Posted By Zhenya On 01.13.2013 @ 10:25 am
I experience the fresh air of a cold winter night
as it enters my lungs and
It is the mountains speaking,
it is the wind at my back
it is the act of living for today.
» Posted By Zhenya On 01.05.2013 @ 5:26 pm
The amount of this,
the amount of that,
equals the perfect amount of
this and that.
Now logic won’t you hear me speak?
The amount of trees within that green wood
found within your eyes
and the amount of mountain fresh breath
found at the crevice of your neck.
» Posted By Zhenya On 01.02.2013 @ 7:24 pm
A barrel floating through the sea,
with messages of the people to those they
think are far away.
Hopefully it reaches them,
the people close their eyes and envision
that note with words written, I miss you,
in the hands of the people thought long forgotten.
» Posted By Zhenya On 01.02.2013 @ 9:43 am
Now is the time to breathe, clear my head. What is to come may be the change I need
and it may also be the death of me, but living right now, I won’t worry for tomorrow. What I feel is pertinent to the present– nothing else exists.
» Posted By Zhenya On 12.26.2012 @ 12:25 pm
Play with fire, and you can get burned is what they tell me. But I look up at the stars and remember the embers of the burning wood, and the warmth it brought when everything seemed dark. I play with fire like we’re friends and sometimes it may hurt but I remember. I always remember that it was there for me when I needed it most.
» Posted By Zhenya On 12.25.2012 @ 6:00 pm
It is the procedure of the heart in love that is beyond the scientific method, one can prove that simply by falling, deep.
» Posted By Zhenya On 12.24.2012 @ 8:48 pm
In actuality I control it, breathe in, exhale and I clench my fist: a smirk upon my face
and I walk away.
» Posted By Zhenya On 12.23.2012 @ 4:39 pm
What do I know? I can’t hear your thoughts, I cannot hear your heart beat.You are far away
and what I do know? Well that is the only thing that seems clear, who knows what I know.
» Posted By Zhenya On 12.22.2012 @ 6:48 pm
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It is that season of wintery breath, ice creeps at your neck, goosebumps.
As everything is frozen, you thaw. The reflection in your eyes reflect
what used to be and what you’re going to bring.
» Posted By Zhenya On 12.20.2012 @ 7:10 pm