exciting people: only $50
Posted by UkraineJane, 20.08.2007, 4:28 in poetry
people are not even a dime a dozen. they come free. some are even willing to pay for their company.
but i like the kind that is so rare. finding one of them costed me $50 of a police fine. imagine that, this time i did not jump off a bridge, i did not break into an abandoned factory, i simply sat with two more people in a park on a bench, chatting. suddenly a car emerged in front of us, and we were kindly asked by the park police to pay a 50 dollar fine and leave asap. maybe we did make a mistake sitting at a park at 4am, but hey, we were not making trouble!
i hear, america has one of the best law systems in the world: either follow it, or get out. i hear it's a good thing. i'll ponder on this issue some more to make my own decision.
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my mothering skills came to an end with having to cook the second dinner on the day two. COOK DINNER AGAIN??? gosh, why cant people just eat a plain piece of brown bread toast and some water before going to sleep? i can!
Could it be that i am mistaken that i like to mother? Could it be that i just like to play with people, and then go my own way? Levi said so a long time ago, i never believed.
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gotta put my camera to work. i have not taken pictures in two months!
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i wish i did not have my addicting nature. it always screws me over. poop on a stick! 
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it's gonna rain tomorrow, and i will have to march from the airport with two people, 4 suitcases, and somebody will be videotaping all this. sounds exciting, huh?
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In my city of honesty
Dice
Carelessly thrown
A stone
Creates electromagnetic fields
A ripple
On the wavering grass
So feeble
A breeze that reminds of the
Past
And you wake up in cold sweat
So fast?
morning desert
Posted by UkraineJane, 06.08.2007, 9:33 in poetry
A picture, it’s all in it:
Two shades of grey with white specks of stars,
Emptiness and despair all the way
From the viewer's space
To the horizon line,
Three by five, such a small one –
I call it Morning Desert.
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i think by now You gave up on me. but i am still consoled by doing things for others. that's all You left for me to have.
watchdog
Posted by UkraineJane, 16.06.2007, 4:35 in poetry
Watchdog
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strange, how after last week i somewhat understand THIS stradivari nonsens. last week i translated for a world class viola player who was passing thru new york looking for a viola. some woman brought him 6 violas to chose from, and i listened to how every one of them had a different voice. never thought i would be able to hear the differenct between "хриплый немец" and "итальянец, но звучит как коробочка." Even different bows sound differently, can you believe that?
an addict
Posted by UkraineJane, 26.05.2007, 5:38 in poetry
From a place to a place,
Always a stranger,
I come and go,
An addict.
People meet, smile, then hate,
But I am forever
An addict.
In a pensive slumber I dozed for months,
And dreamt of sunsets and hands touching
In the imaginary night;
Then, breathless, I ran, and only forward,
Past faces and places,
Past coming backs and departures,
Truly yours,
An addict.
Stain glass windows, men in white coats,
And dirty children playing in red dust;
Trains, airplanes, deserts, and oceans,
They fly in my face at the speed of life,
But I remain, incurably, sickly, persistently
A revolting addict
With an unfailing hope
For the cure.
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it's about time to be with girlfriends.
it was happy, the weather was great, and i somewhat suffered from narcissism :)
Posted by UkraineJane, 25.03.2007, 3:09 in poetry
скороговоркой:
- привет, как дела, хоршо.
помнишь, как было жалко,
что все прошло?
на траве
нос к носу
не спишь? нет.
- не будем о бесконечности.
- да, бред.
а завтра пораньше,
когда еще еле светло,
посмотрим вслед уходящему.
- тебе тепло?
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