Dmytro from Trotskiev

Dmytro from Trotskiev Jan 2017

Night's fallen at the camp
We are staying in the dorm.
Come meet us in our room
Reach crawling for our door.

Now get rid of the mask
Don't you know it is a chain.
Be free under the moon
Fill the heart beat again.

So let's be free tonight
As nobody's ever aloud.
Let's laugh, play, talk
So long, so sweet, so loud.

Let's talk about hidden gems
We found, they are so beautifully strange.
They showed themselves to us
So now we keep the secret in exchange.

And then we play around
Hold on, I'll find the deck.
Lady Luck shall help me,
Don't hold your cards back.

So here we are right now
Past midnight talking in the dark.
I feel so fine, so great out here
You've given me the life's spark

Thanks so much, O. & M.!!

#friend #night

Jan 2017

Joann

Society

Society: You're so ugly
Girl: But I'm happy
Society: You're too fat
Girl: But I'm happy
Society; You're not pretty enough
Girl: But I'm hap-
Society: Stop trying nobody likes you
Girl: But I'm h-
Society: Nobody cares about you
Girl: But-
Society: Go away why are you talking to me? Loser
Society: Wait where did you go?
Society: Come back!
Society: Why would she **** herself?
Society: She was so pretty and nice and everybody liked her why would she go?!
Society: We will miss you

It hurts people

#suicide #death #society #people

Dmytro from Trotskiev Jan 2017

End or beginning (without mistakes)

I would love to see this world upside down,
So the outcast would be the world's senter now.

I would love to run away and find the folks same as me.
Yet first I gotta save'em fron themselves, you see.

We'll find some towns' ruins, resurect them as we please.
The new towns will be our kingdoms, our folks shall rule with ease.

When the revolutions would overtake all sities, all of them'll be gone.
And the winds would bring us dust that just a night ago was stone.

The system will be ruined, celebrate with me.
It would be crazy hard getting used,and yet, it's fine by me.

I removed mistakes that where all over the place. Sorry for that chaos in the original.

Dmytro from Trotskiev Jan 2017

The underground beauty\Her violin

She was there.
In between the staircases.
It was under them
The grey city and the stone dome.

So she was in a sweater
With a magic violin in her cute hands.
And she was in the underground
With some workers passing angry by.

With her left hand
Dancing among the sounding strings.
And her right one
Rotating fiddle-bow with a beautiful passion.

And I stood there
Following her her hand with restless eyes.
And so she played
Smiling with her eyes pointed at me.

Yet I'm not the one
In that moment she could see.
Yet music's not the only
Who could make me forget to breathe.

#love #music #violin

Dmytro from Trotskiev Jan 2017

Strange love

I love'em
Characters who
Don't even exist.
Those imagined
By a genius
A piece of script.

I dream
Of them having
Twins back here.
I seek for
Someone's dream
That has come true.

I know
There is Someone
Even better out here.
And I'm in love
With them once
I see them alive.

Dmytro from Trotskiev Jan 2017

I am so sorry

I am sorry fellow poets,
I can t see what you write often enough.
but life now is a mess.
So please, forgive me.

#sorry

Dmytro from Trotskiev Jan 2017

Society

The curtains have risen.
The actors changed their personalities.
The stage has started to shine.
Yet one boy did not wat to put on the mask.
Yet the audience was missing.
Yet the theater was a flat.

It's so awful to see the people be so double-edged.
Hate being among them.
Take me away.

#freedom #world #society #lie