Poems by Kristy Rulebreaker
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Wednesday, 29 April 2015
Old Memories
Old memories
some as strawberries
on a birthday cake
Old memories
some as toxins
of a three-headed snake
Old memories
uninvited guests
always with a gift
awful or great
Friday, 24 April 2015
I Know You
I know you
you are like me
you make jokes rarely
almost always you are lost
in your philosophical thoughts
I know you
you are like me
If I ask you to smile
you will frown even more
I know you
you are like me
now you are smiling
because always the opposite
you do from what you are told to
Tuesday, 21 April 2015
Giving Parts
This is not
about the sound
nor about rhyme
or not to rhyme
This is about
giving parts
of my soul
to this world
where the souls
love to hide
I took the courage
to show mine
and now you can
rip me apart
Friday, 17 April 2015
The Stone by the Stone
Decorated with chewing gums
Unwashed for days
The city asphalt
in many shades of gray
In vertical the huge
stained glass
with the "Sale" sign
A carton somewhere there
in some ragged hands
with the sign "Help
my kids have no bread"
Some unique and old
motorbike attracts
attention of passers-by
The stone by the stone
The stone on the stone
The big city wall
In the corner near it
isolated, thin
the city tree
Tuesday, 14 April 2015
The Image of the Tiger
How cute
the image
of the tiger
His eyes
so gentle
his skin
so velvet
but once
when the image
comes alive
his teeth
won't be
so sweet
My heart
my chest
will leave
Friday, 10 April 2015
The Life Is
The life is
sitting on the nails
Running over
devil's burning steps
Swimming in the
winter witch's lake
Hanging on the
evil dry branch
The life is
the rays of the sun
over the sea's lips
Favorite songs
illuminating the spirit
A flower opening
in the morning
Your eyes
happily shining
Tuesday, 7 April 2015
Wake Me Up
Help the old gods
The new gods Help
Help my friends
My enemies Help
I want to feel again
the kiss of the wind
the tweak of autumn rain
Wake me up please
from this deep sleep
I don't want to walk
without living
I want to fill my soul
even with sorrowful fog
even with volcanic rage
Wake me up my enemies
Wake me up my friends
and the new gods
and the old gods
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