Don’t know… should I drink or not? Get high with poems at my throat? And savor whiskey shot by shot, Dull every feeling, blunt each note? My…
Author: Max Fomitchev-Zamilov
Verse 1I’m a boulder dislodged from a mountainside, A runaway truck on a downhill ride, Burned-out rocket in thundering fall, I crash through the sky,…
[Verse 1]That feeling creeps in, clouds your mind, A shadow whisper, cold and blind. It twists and squirms inside your heart, A restless ache that…
I A lie, a dream, a crystal gleam, my tears crystallize. They turn to shards of glass within and pierce straight through my eyes. I…
I The night looks in, so cold, so deep, I love its quiet stare. The sun comes red, it makes me weep— I fucking hate…
There was a time when I was great and built myself a shrine. But I have fallen, as of late— my lustre dulled to rime.…
It's sad that death does not exist— Just one great "reset" in the mist, Just one great "reset" in the mist, An endless road ahead...…
На густых кустах сирени Написал молитву ясень, Там, где птиц поют свирели, Там, где этот мир прекрасен. Там, где гроз звучат капели, И травы бушует…
I Colors of fall intoxicate my soul, Sway me, blur who I am, wake who I’m told. Sing with fire, cry with zeal, Heart ablaze…
Не знаю... пить мне иль не пить? Налив стихи в бутылку Клейна... И чувства разом притупить Глотком живительным портвейна. Томлением надулась грудь, Ища в атаке амбразуру,Чтоб землю…