smoke-stained letters

pour me some poems...

[nikoesis]

I am invisible, hidden in an inner calm, as a flock of flamingoes flying in the light and faded in the mist.

H.хренников

[nikoesis]

[nikoesis]

[nikoesis]

To grasp me would be of no use; my form flows like an immortal river.

H.хренников

[nikoesis]

In my younger years, I wrote poetry—of love and loss, of joy and fear. I found my thoughts tucked away in a forgotten drawer. Now, my soul lives on in this story, etched across the page.

H.хренников

[nikoesis]

She wears a dress woven from poems, each verse a delicate detail.

H.хренников

[zoeflake]

via @justdust

[nikoesis]

Thanks you 

[nikoesis]

My dark sketch is like shards of glass. Patterns forming a work of art, shrouded by the demons of the past.

H.хренников, A Tragic Journey to Rochester

[nikoesis]

Working from home

[nikoesis]

“The bare hand... hugging thoughts, reminiscing the sigh. Heart broken, eyes broken. Peaches of mandarin and orange. Rise, burn, smell of the other day. In the silence of the small room, I hear everything, and darkness lies in the castle of the ego.”

n-khrennikov

[nikoesis]

The Tears flow for Ukraine

Cry, if you must. But do not bow your head, my neighbors.

No one chooses the hour of his death. Not when grief tightens its grip, not when the heart breaks quietly in the deep chambers of the soul.

A tyrant fouls his own backyard and calls it power. This is ride or die.

You cannot choose the moment. Only the manner.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

If we must fall, we fall standing.

Be alive. Alive, and only alive until the last breath leaves you.

Wind, carry their names. Do not soften.

Rise now, brother. Rise, soldier.

Freedom has always demanded blood.

H.хренников

[nikoesis]

Pen shows!

[nikoesis]

[nikoesis]

She was formed to be yours at the threshold of inception.

They were molded together, bisected only to reunite.

Her eyes are shaped to see your face; her gaze is drawn to you as the moon draws the tide.

Her heart opens to your love.

She is a little bell tuned to a single tone, reverberating with your voice.

We resonate at the sound of her name.

~ H.хренников, Grace

[nikoesis]

Kingdom by the Sea

[nikoesis]

[nikoesis]

Meandering the chorus of her scent, I am lost between the curtains of her belly and her mouth

I worship the sunrise in her form divine, my head bowed down in reverent respect, I pray that the sun sets between us beautifully.

maybe in another life, we could be a temple of a shared two bodies, twilight, upright, hand in hand.

Her mouth becomes melody, singing without words.

i wander, consuming her pleasure with, softly, as though she were a little butterfly.

much like a tremendous hunter. we surrender, together

shared in solemn silence pass the day. the doorway to mutual softness.

the glory and divinity, Love is the gift of life.

~ H.хренников, Love is the Gift of Life