What the darkness hides

What is hidden

In what we don't see

Add silence

But still I hear

Myself

The sound of breathing

Heart beat

And some ringing in my ears

I am alive

All signs on the face

White lights dazzled the eye

The highway

A floor-length black dress

Slit to the pi....z

lipstick's worn off

what do you want?

The signal ran to the side of the road

Waved my hand

Not love

Grabbed me by the shoulders

Hold me tight

Breathing in my back

The cold wind covered my body

Inside, everything burned ♪

Shame of disappointment

Traitors have no place here

you're

I'm sorry

The engine of the sports car is humming

In the back seat, it's warm

took away

Five hours later

The eyes are filled with salty water. The eyelids are lowered, her native blood is flowing through her veins ....

It is not possible to return and forget. But how to live when the heart is anxious. How to love when the holy was taken away. I'm writing a letter to heaven, bring her back she's worthy of life. I clench my palms tightly after saying a prayer. Mom, I will always love you and remember you, so bright, brave, with an open soul. I promise to live right and honestly. Thank you for always being with me, for your support and warmth. I will keep the memories securely in my heart, under a big lock of love and hope. That we'll meet you again someday.

She was born into the world that bitterly she cried all over with a warm tear. She did not see the joy of laughter, her whole road was bloody. The trace on the heart is a stone pain in the soul lies. Years and months have passed, she was a maiden, and the work appointed by fate was tortured and shaken. Mother neither close nor seeing warmth, she grew up unhappy without affection and love. One cold tear settled on her heart and her cruel life was chasing her all the time. Love came unexpectedly into her poor heart. He is young, full of courage and was ready for anything. That dress was white and studded with precious stones. That day was more beautiful and the sun was clear. But the happiness that never-ending left her married. And once again, the anguish of the pain covered her with troubles. And the heart is broken by an unfaithful love. And that day was more beautiful, followed by more terrible. And she became a mother, giving birth to this angel with blue sky eyes. The disease crept up slowly, all the forces are exhausted. The day was cold with rain, the ground was stained. Her tired eyes did not see the light. She left this land in which life began, left this day in which her daughter was born.

I looked into her eyes languid ripples covered

the appearance of a tired woman hair burnt blonde gathered in a bun

The hospital wards hung like a prism, the walls pressed down with their blackness

Like in a tin can

I cried at the sight of you, sweeping my tears into my sleeves

The doctor came into the ward , dropping his gaze

, shuffling his slippers , whining like a river dog , proclaimed

The verdict was not clear to us go away vicious man

Your tone is hypocritical and I want to charge him

I called my father and asked him to come, he silently hung up

Mom do you remember when I was sixteen

, you gave me a new bike

Without a father, I was raised by everyone teased Eugene Frost

abandoned I grew

up only remembering fragments of paintings he was handsome

tall with big eyes, his beard sagged

tickled my cheeks when he pressed me to him

I was small at that time, you know, Mom, how it hurt

me when he left us, because I remember the family

, my eyes were burning happily in the middle of the blue, I don't dare express the whole layer of resentment in front of you

Sometimes I remember seeing off the broken wheel of an old bicycle

, he never came back to change the wheel.

You know, a homeless person is also a person, people call him homeless,

As if a homeless person is a separate kind of person.

But we are all made of bones and flesh that tend to break.

I'm not a poet, I'm just expressing my thoughts on this piece of paper.

He lies exhausted on the cardboard, clutching a dolar in his palm.

The wheels of cars are racing along the sidewalk, the dust, fighting back, lies in an even layer.

He was asleep, curled up, wheezing could be heard from there.

I couldn't help but notice him as I passed by.

I greeted him, got down on one knee.

Hey, friend, are you alive? I asked him.

The homeless man angrily replied, "Get out, dog."

But he's partly right.

I want to help you.

To which he replied with eyes with red pupils.

I handed him a loaf of bread, I was taking him home for dinner, take it...

did you come to poison him? Get out, go your own way.

The homeless man jumped up, waving his arms to the sides, driving me away.

I wanted to help him without understanding anything.

I left $20, putting it in his pocket.

He followed me with his eyes for a long time.

I was walking home, mentally remembering the plot, but he is someone's son and where is his mother.

Biting off a loaf, as in childhood, gnawing through a slice.

I was in a hurry for dinner, my wife will be angry.

House

Home, this home reminded me of you. He's always open, but not for me.

Picking up keys to a rusty door, they get stuck or break.

It is always dark in the house, and only in the corners does light penetrate through small cracks.

It is negligible, unable to illuminate space.

The first time I saw it, I wanted to stay in it.

Today it is empty and needs renovation.

I sometimes come because of an impudent habit, he also stands.

He waits and believes that someone will come in with open rusty doors.

Having picked up the keys if he can.

The ginger taste of tea lingered in the dark, the aroma wafted through the peaceful sleeping city. I am standing at the window with hot tea with ginger flavor, I miss you, my lord, for our peaceful feasts, it hurts me now to remember, not to return from what it hurts and only ginger tea warms the soul and your peaceful look blocks the pain outward.