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A stream of thoughts on the current stste of society ending with an Orwellian paraphrase as the result of this short observation.
Since May is the month of love here in the Czech lands,here is a short poem on that matter. Dedicated to my beloved J.
A love poem, a dreamy one...
An older, optimistic one drawn from my archive... I think it was November then.
An imaginative journey. The first line is taken from "Daffodils" by W. Wordsworth.
A little pseudo-philosophy wrapped in a humorous foil...
A little look back on how we, people, "grow up".
A sonnet for the self-crippling humanity...
Once I came to a lake and kept jumping into the water...
A sonnet exploring the true nature and origin of the disorder and mess in my room...
A faery imagination about the marvels of an enchanted forest...
A lyric ode to Beauty.
A darker part of me...
(Básně » Horrorové, krvavé, strašidelné, tajemné, záhadné)
One of my dreams put into words...
(Básně » Horrorové, krvavé, strašidelné, tajemné, záhadné)
A psychothriller, so to say... Sounds quite nice with Scottish accent.
A picture of desperation, loss, and utterly senseless solution. Ree-ee-eeally gothic, not for weaklings.
Four short poems, of four lines each. Again, the mood is somewhat gothic.
(Básně » Horrorové, krvavé, strašidelné, tajemné, záhadné)
A dark fantasy, a gothic mood.
(Básně » Horrorové, krvavé, strašidelné, tajemné, záhadné)
A horror fantasy - came to me once while I was having a bath.