AkiaAlbina

Christy

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Free to be

Have we been here? Do you recall? Am I wrong? Were are spirits not linked before? In you I see the animal that I am. Fearless, uninhibited. Do you recognize my soul In the autumn's falling leaves, On the brewing meadows in the spring? Or do you see me in the heat of June, When all those loving fools, caught in seduction's game Glorify the liberties of youth and life… When the frost of winter creeps in your halls? Nor we are free, nor we are bound. Yet two spirits running In sync, in time In the wild!

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grudge by AkiaAlbina, literature

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grudge

Bullshit I responded to all that you had to say. I simply refused to believe you loved me in that way. Now you come with praise and with love where have you been when I suffered so much? For two years I’ve waited now you’re finally mine. against you I bear no grudge. we’re together, no man can be found, no force strong enough to tear us apart -you wouldn’t allow, it’s how I know you love me so much.

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no place for fogivings

Prodigal son returns; All is forgiven. Defeated is everyone with some pain in life; the rest should be excused for causing cracks. Think not, you may all Burn in hell for all I care. No place is there in this world for those who don’t care and for those who know firsthand, how it feels to hold one’s heart on the palm of your hand, to squeeze it so tight the owner falls in lack of might.

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Glasses

Clouded vision and pinky skies, Lovely kittens and butterfly’s flight, Puff, all had vanished in a split of a sec. What once was pretty, now’s hideous and gray. Pebbles by the driveway scare me to death. Simply impossible it is, you say, that I should be afraid. What of this can so terribly be? Haven’t you seen it the way I did; Through pinky glasses when I was young I saw everything the way I wanted, else not. Pictures like the drool of a black dog Looked positive with no exceptions at all -now to see them would mean to avoid. What kind of plague do you pass through when all that is good turns back on y

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Boy with his toy

Boy with his toy Like a marvelous boy With a shiny new toy Appeared the driver of the bus I was siting in. So proud he looked While he played. A new bus was there, And the game began. Who will it be that`s gonna drive him today, Be the man? Doesn`t he understand? The bus is new But for long not gonna be. What will the boy do When he learns… Nothing in life ever stays the same So unfortunatelly that bus`s also gonna change. Poor boy Now he`s sad. For a brief moment he actually thought He was different. Life makes no exceptions Poor boy. It won`t do `em now. Poor boy and his dreams. Now he feels sad.

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Goodbye, Lovely.

1. "This forest, a nightmare," she whispered as I lay faking sleep. That was my very favorite part of being with her; hearing her troubles when she thought no one would be there to listen. Her voice was more than simple beauty against the velvet darkness of the morning, of course, she never knew that; I slept much more than she did. 2. I seem to wake far less rested, the deep purple shadows that play across my face explain so. I day dream sitting by my kitchen window as I correct myself, 'our' kitchen window; well, it used to be anyway. Thats when she would dance in, wearing technicolour poetry against her snowy, milky skin as I sat with m

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Croatia
Deviant for 15 years
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AkiaAlbina

Jun 14, 2016

Ooops :D

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Well hello! It has been too long since I updated anything but that doesn't mean I've been completely lazy. I've written some new poems and now I feel ready to share them. As always they are just portrayals of my current state of mind or a way to say things for which I have no ordinary ways to say. Hope some of you like them or find something in them that moves you. As ever the purpose of art is to inspire :)

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AkiaAlbina

Apr 7, 2009

pause

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i'm obligated to regretably inform you that i will have to take a 10 days break cause eastern holidays are aproaching and i don't have internet at home. i'm gonna miss you all hope you won't forget me with love christy p.s.today'y my 17th birthday

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AkiaAlbina

Mar 30, 2009

introspective 1.0

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aaaanyhow, lately i've been forced to face with both my good and bad sides. for a while it was hard but i'm glad that it all had happened. now i know what i am capable of and of what i am not.it all left marks so i apolodgize in advance to all who read my poetry because it is a little bit gloomy. with dearest regards, christy