© rimmalonna, 2022
ISBN 978-5-0056-8973-3
Создано в интеллектуальной издательской системе Ridero
rimmalonna
Little book
of poems
there’s always a story behind
You can always hide a little bit
Behind a foreign language as I did
***
I need a table with columns and rows
to help me
put the thoughts in where they belong
Anywhere, please
But not in my head
The noise is so loud I can’t go to bed
***
When I was a girl
I travelled the world
Searching for something
Searching for something
that nobody knows
Some time has passed
I feel like I’m lost
Needing somebody
Needing somebody
Who was in the past
Life brings you surprises
Let’s find where sunrise is
Guess who’s the wisest?
Let them be.
I ain’t getting better
Wrote you that letter
I thought it would rescue me,
I knew it could have rescued me
***
one or two fingers
touching me
forwards and backwards
multiple orgasms
are the ultimate words
***
When all the strings inside you break
And no one knows what you’re going through
There’s so much pain for one to take
I wish that one could give you a hug or two
So much metaphorical dirt and mud
You were my precious Achilles heel
After all these exes had sucked my blood
I put my favorite song and took a pill
They keep asking why
and where I’ve been
what time is it?
I say: kill me o’clock
I’m good with Irish goodbye
Please, don’t make a scene
and later we’ll see
who’s gonna rock
Listening to you song, drowning in your arms
It’s been a long time, long, since I played the drums
It’s been a hard time, hard, since you set me free
I didn’t see it coming and now I can’t breathe
***
It is already spring
Gimme a ring
I will pick up
To tell ya
About one more fuckup and failure
that life threw at me
There’s no one string
Inside
Left unbroken
Now guess who’s talking
Once closest now fake
Bring my old self back
I’m tired of bad luck stalking
***
In between
There ain’t just black and white, you say
But we’ve been through this twice
Unless you stay, spare the room
For better people in our lives
Russian poetic translation:
Говоришь, жизнь – не только черное и белое
Мы это уже проходили
Если не остаёшься, то уходи
Пока мне не надоело
***
Rhythm is a dancer.
Rhyme is all I got here.
Love is always answer
To yours what I do fear.
***
My body craves for touching yours,
I’ll get insane when it occurs.
Your hot’n’cold stare makes me numb,
Cannot but wait for you to come.
***
I’m fearful of the very thought of you,
Cuz nothing’s changed since Sunday morning came.
And only God knows when you say «I love you’,
I feel unsure of my reply’s the same
***
First things first but
cravings are on top
You think it won’t get better soon
Keep your eyes on
the prize when you feel low
Never mind giving in
Now I’m a spent firework;
but, jeez, at least,
I’ve been one
That’s how I live:
I come and go
no run is no fun
no fun
Inspired by David Mitchel, Cloud Atlas
***
When you put your lipstick on for the wrong person
This is when you realize it couldn’t have been worse
No one cares about your loss
Funny you should ask how we became this selfish
Extraordinary things forever perish
Know why? They are everywhere
Keeping us alive was a just game
It was coming through and finally came
The end, goodbye, I’m done
If I were you then I would give up
Unless you bury us you can’t live it up
No breaks, break up it is
You got used to licking love off the knifes, darling
Don’t you see how low down this time you’re falling?
Zone out, let that sink in
Find a boy who’d cherish you, not his own projections
You are not here to meet someone’s expectations
Enough, be strong, be whole
Love, next time don’t let me even close
Attention seekers always need a dose
***
It must’ve been something I never saw
It must’ve been something you never showed
How can someone feel it without a soul?
That once was like shipwrecked, then found washed ashore
Roads lead to the dead end though I don’t care
So let’s take the ferry and better sail
Discover unknown, make it sanctuary
It’s just you and me who could make it three
***
Though you didn’t have my heart broken
I’m pissed «bout how we’re still talkin’
There’s really nothing left for me to say
Go have a motherfucking life and day
***
I like the way some people
cloth their thoughts
in words
of languages that for me foreign.
This job is not a simple one,
but, hopefully,
I will learn how to do it
by myself, I promise.
***
Our parting ways doesn’t feel like a heartbreak
As we were extraordinary, no matter what we did make
As if we knew we could still be friends
If a break-up ever occurs
Cause you never were truly mine
And I wasn’t wholeheartedly yours
How terrifyingly thin is the line between
Crippling loneliness and its twin
Which is freedom
Labeling things is so hard
So much that it hurts
I wish people could read minds
What good are ambiguous words
A smiling freckled face
has finally realised
it’s time we ended that race
Just being will suffice
***
I remember the time I was loved
I remember the time I did love
Such a pity it was never at the same time
I stand and wait for stars to fall
Since here I am anticipating awe.
Though you’ve been searching for them all,
In vain you tried, my friend, I stole the show.
In vain you tried, my friend, I stole the show.
