a r t r o o m

pieces of prose and poetry for messy romantic souls

[sienna-evans]

hide and seek

we seek what is hidden

and hide what is sought

you know even roses

can hurt and be hurt

they’re hiding the hearts

in their leaves that like words

are wrapping our essence

to not be destroyed

oh god

i’m sick of this garden

the emptiest chatter ‘bout it

i don’t want to hide that i hope

this all will be soon burnt by me

[sienna-evans]

Lullabied

I’ll sing you a lullaby, darling,

‘bout the prettiest eternal stars,

which’ve been looking at us

since beginning till planets’ stopping.

I will tell you about nothing —

how the emptiest void of nightmare

had been wrapped by the dust of sorry

till our remedy love has come.

I will whisper the story ‘bout lovers

and atonement of each other

through millennia and disasters,

through the loss of the way to starlight,

I will tell you. But come back, please,

and just listen to lullaby, dear.

All I want is to beg for a minute

when you, my soul, will be lullabied.

[sienna-evans]

The world is paling. Distinct sounds are as lost as

the glimpses’ brightness and the meaning of a touch.

Before the end the shortest minute would be enough

just name of yours to whisper gently for the last time.

The world is going to be faded by the lifeless eyes

of despaired woman somehow never pictured by Bryullov.

All will be spirited away. The gospel truth will even be forgotten.

But when I fall asleep, I will remember the face of yours.

[sienna-evans]

Lonely fields of my head

‘Do you see that?’ I asked her again and again and every time I had the same answer. Every time.

‘What are you talking about?’

And I gazed at her oceans. I so fixedly tried to make the way through her eyes, so fixedly sought for her depth, so fixedly...

She was staring at me with the impassable mist in her face.

And then I realized. She didn’t have sunflowers and the moon and the Van Gogh and the golden sky and the lilac seashells and...

And she didn’t feel the odor of butterflies and didn’t hear the trembling howl of laughing dandelions’ warmth.

I felt that I was violently lied to because all the times I closed my eyes and wondered among space sunflowers with her I was absolutely alone. I was lonely. Always was.

So lonely.

So lonely for all the suns in my head.

[sienna-evans]

Silence

Don’t name it. Just... don’t. Our youth is too infinite among that adorable glory sky. You’re the same. You are too–

Just stop!

You wanna find mild flame inside my soul but there is the only fire inside.

The blame fire.

And it will burn us. It will turn us into the misery moon-dust of the lonely Universe.

Don’t name it. Just don’t.

Because we can fade.