Invisible poetry 💙

Writing is my happy place. Even when my stories are sad, or when my voice is filled with anger, they always take me to that place of peace and serenity. I’m not a writer. I just let my heart speak its truths and I’m grateful if someone likes it.

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Invisible poetry 💙

342

Writings

280

Followers

364

Following

Just for Today

Invisible poetry 💙

1 min read

Coffee out of bitter feelings

Salt that’s sweeter than my tears,

To get over with hangover,

To get to forget my fears.

I wish you were here with me,

I wish I could write in style

But I’ve got too many answers,

For your only question: “why?”.

Oops, it looks like I’ve made a potion

And it feels like there’s no option,

By mistake, a Q&A

With one question: *Will you stay?

For today

Just for today.

...

Poetry

One with the wind

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1 min read

You - city boy

With your words, faster than the subway trains.

With your pride, higher than the skyscrapers.

With your heart, busier than the rush hours.

You, city boy, aren’t you done yet?

chasing it,

playing it,

fighting it?

when “it” is more confusing than the roundabouts?

“It” is love, you wonder?

I’d say let go,

you, city boy!

Let go of me, I’m not one of your Pokemons!

Hey city boy, I know ...

Poetry

Drama

My Dark Diaries (2)

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1 min read

“When I was little I used to lay outside and reach my hands to the sky above, convinced I could touch the great moving clouds if I just extended my arms a little further…”

*Like that?* he asks playfully, reaching out to my shoulders, pulling me closer into his arms.

*Like that, my shining star?* he repeats, holding me tight, pressing my chest against his, as if my heartbeats and his could become ...

Horror

Mystery

Summer Song

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1 min read

Remember our last summer,

within your eyes, the sun

escaped a ray.

Flames burned inside me,

you kissed the lips that begged

for you to stay.

Remember our last summer.

Ice cold feels our summer,

when answers fail the voice

that used to pray.

Would you believe, my love,

my heart - not black, nor white

colored in gray?

Ice cold feels our summer.

Will you comeback next summer?

dark is the dream I d...

Poetry

Romance

My Dark Diaries (1)

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1 min read

If darkness had a voice, I might have just heard it. Rusty, hoarsely, deep, penetrating the lasts layers of my defence. His voice. The kind that sticks within you, vibrating in your ears, pulsating through your body. You know what I mean?

And then again, I’m just pretending, casually ignoring the trembling of my knees, my own defiance costing me more than my foolish pride ever did.

*is it even...

Mystery

Drama

Dear Friends ♥️

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1 min read

So this is how we say goodbye,

under the streetlights,

with you -precious friends-

safe in my heart

for ever.

And, if you truly see this,

through heart shaped lenses,

then you’ll know:

it’s not trully goodbye,

more like “farewell”,

or “see you very soon”

or even “think of me,

from time to time”.

‘Cause what kind of fool

would I be,

to leave this place that held me,

kept me and nurtured me,

through...

Poetry

Blindness

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1 min read

How can eyes see

what my soul is refusing?

If you’re my light,

why do I dwell in dark?

Looking above,

the stars are slowly fading,

so take me where

the streetlights shine upon.

Tell better lies

than what I know already!

Swear on a moon

made of a perfect cheese,

Then, under streetlights,

darling, be blind for me!...

Poetry

Drama

The Fallen One

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1 min read

It was a pretty sunny brighful day,

like every day in Heaven,

when angels, bored of their play,

started a silly game - a fight:

Which one of them

loves you the most?

The rules were simple, yet, absurd!

like all the rules of loving,

they had three earthly hours, only three,

to show how they adore you.

The one who wins

loves you the most?

Minutes passed by, nothing went on,

like all the plans too ...

Poetry

Romance

Rush hour

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1 min read

Sirens howling,

Thunders falling,

Ashes rising.

It’s “Hide and Seek”

with death.

Gasping for air,

Shivering bodies,

Lungs crashing.

Prayers lifting

for life.

Hold my hand tight,

This shall pass too!

Love against missiles.

Don’t mind me,

These are not tears!

We need to rush…

Rush hour

in Kyiv....

Poetry

Drama

Not his fault

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1 min read

It’s not his fault that he can’t love

an empty shell, a dull portrait

of our borderline connection.

For me, he’ll always be the boy

that held me tight against the wind,

in front of a big ocean, swore his heart

to open, to protect, to fight. For us.

Not anymore, I cried my bloody tears,

I paid the price, I did my part!

Not anymore! I scream to waves

that carry my nostalgia away. I can’t.

Love ...

Poetry

Drama