Spring has arrived
The orange sunrays break through my zebra blinds
way too early to be ready to be awoken
and then the cats outside are arguing
over which bird they will try to catch first
as they are sitting and chirping high on the tree branch.
I roll up the blinds and see an actual grass being green,
lemons turning juicy and jasmines blooming white,
trees growing some luxurious looking leaves,
kids playing outside in the playground,
and fresh wind letting in some cooling air.
I open the weather app
and see snow and cold around the world
while the sun is warmly hitting my back
and it makes it hard for me
not to be jealous of those living more up north.
But then I scroll to another month,
where it gets dry and scorching hot
and all the flowers and grass will be dead
so I close my eyes and enjoy the spring
before it is all gone.
Get out
I love your blissful, mocking smile
and pointy grin at the corner of your lip
how you sit there in this majestic seat
mapping unspoiled corners to defile.
And I just strenuously wish and pray
that one day I’ll get inside my head
punch that stupid grin so you drop dead
and serve your head on a silver tray.
So pure
The trees are bare and the sun is locked up in the cage made out of frost.
Our lands are stripped off their colorful garments while being forced to stand barren and frozen in time and place.
The world becomes a white globe of purity and sullen emptiness.
We stand here in the middle of a void storm with our cheeks and noses painted in the rosy red while the frost seeps through our veins, letting us linger between feeling alive and freezing off to death.
Then, with one look into this white reflection, where lies the cemetery of nature and the wasteland of missing sun, many realize how the world is sad and lonely without colorful wildflowers, chirping of newborn birds, fresh rays of the rising sun, the smell of freshly cut grass, and the hum of running river.
But I look at this sincerity the world has offered to us, not hidden in the veils of beauty and glamor but vast and bleak, and I have to wonder what the humanity would be like if stripped off its pretenses and riches and left to stand pure and naked just like this leafless oak tree in the middle of a February day.
The Death
Sparkles sizzle when its bony hand strokes
the blood-stained scythe that flutters in its might
and I hear the creaking sound night by night
while its obscure face a grimy cloth cloaks.
And night by night I pale and shake in fear
that your almighty scythe will end my life
but you just calmly sit there, free from strife
sharpening your tool, then you disappear.
Then one cold December night you appear,
take off your cloak, revealing face so vile
my body freezes to its spiteful smile
my pulse dying to the cold touch of steel.
Why so noisy?
STOMP. STOMP. STOMP. Enraged birds cursing on their flight as their calm lunch-break is disrupted. The crunchy leaves echo through the otherwise silent forest and all my friends turn their head to the source of the annoying noise and while deciding whether to run away or stare in interest.
And then I finally saw the noisy monster. But, to my surprise, it was not some big animal or any kind of monster but one of those human creatures. It was rather small, not much taller than me and its thin legs were moving ridiculously fast, making its approach in my direction. Its hair was a color of setting sun and strangely growing only from the top of its very round head.
But OH MY GOD, it was so noisy! With its every step the birds screeched in horror as they quickly flew away and the furry squirrels hurried to climb up the closest tree in hope of not being followed. But this thing just continued to run with an occasional high-pitched squeals for no reason whatsoever, spreading its arms as if trying to fly like a butterfly and jumping in a very funny way. Its head was turning all over the place, not knowing where to rest its curious eyes but… OH HELL NO.
Its eyes connected with mine and it finally saw me. Suddenly, the stomping stopped but my heartbeat picked up a pace. This thing watched me with utmost curiosity and I believe if I was closer I could see myself mirrored in its eyes. Then it took something from the blue thing in its hand and dropped it on the ground before its feet. My eyes followed to the ground and I could see a variety of acorns and other colorful feed, but then this thing started to step closer with a hand stretched before it with a piece of yellow root in it, looking at me expectantly.
Yeah, as if I am going to be dumb enough to let you come closer; I turned without hesitation and quickly started to jump away.
BYE, you annoying creature!
Nocturne
A loneliness has crept on me
following my every step
casting a shape of shadows
that no human can comprehend
and it whispered in my ear
and chilled me to the bone
with its eerie creak and squeak
but my sleepy eyes were fixed
on the bright full moon outside
silently wondering
if you can be my companion.