a place to read poetry and sit with your own thoughts

молитва.

by akvalkova

i ask of you tonight - divine

forgiveness

place upon my hands - spill before my feet

pour your waters over my whiskey hair

my mouth’s been sharp - bitter and harsh

i am on my knees - in front of your sublime

- existence

a beggar yet another time -

my song to touch your ears

a Robin’s tune i’ve borrowed

to deliver you a wreath of faults -

a list of guilts

disrobe my thoughts -

oh divine design -

i have been floating out of control

i am convinced i should be on my knees

- i think - it better - to be absolved of guilt

i ask of you tonight - divine

forgiveness

something’s over me -

in pursuit for meaning defining

my mouth’s gone sticky - my throat is burning

i’ve lost my heart

between the passions pleasures and the plums of life

would you lead

a - soul

sodden with sacrosanct sins

to cross the threshold of haven

my eyes are shut close

- trickling kneecaps pressing down the leather-covered

prie-dieu

- private devotion

in the midst of candles lit for the living and the dead

am i forgiven now

i ask of you

tonight

yesterday.

by akvalkova

yesterday.

will never come to tell

how life’s too sweet on human’s tongue

to make one dwell

on past mistakes

but yesterday.

will keep the mind’s estate

tinctured with some taste of dark

resentment

to make one’s past

supposedly forgotten

never spoken of

remembered in the present

an incomplete delight

reminder of the fruits of life

life without mistakes

by akvalkova

what is life without mistakes

such desolated presence —

inane question - lacking meaning much

if any ever

and feeling like a guest on earth —

divine design itself it is

though much unwise must also be

when nothing’s there to learn

what is life without the thirst to be immersed

in converse - on the slipping of the mind

taken by the soul’s reverie

engaged by the sublimity of time

while being beggar for some

meaning, madness, sense or light

if i was to share of my truth

by akvalkova

if i was to share of my truth

then i must decide to speak of a lie

to tell all the truth

would be still telling a lie

for the truth is forgotten

as it’s shaped by fragments of mind

so the truth must be spoken

with a fine slip of the eye

forever

by akvalkova

forever - there’s uncertainty

as memories can start dissolving

into parts or elements so suddenly

and nows are always turning

into memories - almost instantaneously

but then if not through someone’s mind

how would they reach a state of “being” -

a forever memory

to forever - we must be less

or so we are in some effusively

and almost uninhibitedly enthusiastic way

where much is uncontrollable

and if not through someone’s mind

we would not ever be —

anyone’s forever memory

a distant memory

by akvalkova

rest must given be to souls elsewhere

for memory can dwell so permanently

so patient we must be with their hearts

and all our grievous distress

rest must given be to souls elsewhere

as we don’t want them feeling our agony

for death can be their luxury

nobody

by akvalkova

nobody

sometimes i feel

like nobody

no person

not anyone

for everyone to see

how nobody i can be

nobody

no person

no one

to skip when eyes around

are seeking

everyone

and everybody

nobody

no person

no body

a soul to live

a soul to hide

where soul is shivering

without a home

nobody

but a cacophony deep inside

for nobody’s craving

uncertain undetermined truth

of reputation dark

so nobody can become

somebody