zhuravleva

independent writer

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[zhuravlevanna]

pale, boring adult

we are covered with twilight and we are at an intersection, 

in a sheaf of unfamiliar streets. 

we walk along them together, 

get on the subway and run on the escalators.

 pushing people. 

pushing these identical monotonous silhouettes. 

and it seems that only WE were honored to shine with bright dyes, while the whole world is gray and pale.

 it seems only WE are flaming with colors when the whole world is black and white. 

It seems as if only WE are on fire, while the whole world is grey ash. 

And your eyes... burning, adventurous. 

they burn as if a thousand questions are hidden in them, 

like a child 

who wants to know the world.

 People are mired in a race for unnecessary meetings, 

affairs 

and lives. 

And you start running, too.

 But only to stop and look at the train which passes under us. 

and I catch that infant look of surprise on me. 

and I'm such a child, but compared to you,

I'm a pale, boring adult.

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[zhuravlevanna]

pale, boring adult

we are covered with twilight and we are at an intersection, in a sheaf of unfamiliar streets. we walk along them together, get on the subway and run on the escalators. pushing people. pushing these identical monotonous silhouettes. and it seems that only WE were honored to shine with bright dyes, while the whole world is gray and pale. it seems only WE are flaming with colors when the whole world is black and white. It seems as if only WE are on fire, while the whole world is grey ash. And your eyes... burning, adventurous. they burn as if a thousand questions are hidden in them, like a child who wants to know the world. People are mired in a race for unnecessary meetings, affairs and lives. And you start running, too. But only to stop and look at the train which passes under us. and I catch that infant look of surprise on me. and I'm such a child, but compared to you,

I'm a pale, boring adult.

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[zhuravlevanna]

I'm not leaving town, I'm leaving you

[zhuravlevanna]

And you make me love you right now

Somehow

Poem: Somehow

Pic: @paintyourbeautifulsmileon

[zhuravlevanna]

[zhuravlevanna]

Your touches are softer

Than touches of night.

-Somehow by Zhuravleva Anna

Pic: uknown

[zhuravlevanna]

Somehow. The story

just over a year ago, I wrote my first poem, " somehow." I used to write lyrics for songs, but I just couldn't write the lyrics. I forced myself - nothing came out.

Deep night, hall in my grandmother's apartment, complete silence and stuffiness, my sister is lying on my feet, listening to music and I decide to go to bed. I always had good lines in my head before going to bed, but I never wrote them down and forgot them. that night I thought for a long time about what to write in the notebook that I was going to give to Dasha - my friend. I never give notebooks empty, because I believe that you need to write something to a person, to convey an idea. Then I decided: Write a poem! Oh, hell, you've never written poetry, what are you talking about? but the first 2 lines of the poem came to my mind, which became the beginning of my creative path.

They became a source for my poems.

I decided to get up, stepping over my sister, hearing her mutter, I wrote down these 2 lines and that night, literally in less than an hour, this poem was born (and the beginning of another).

It is about the purity of the senses. When you are a person of problems, you think that you are not capable of feelings, but then you meet a person who somehow revives these feelings in you. when your whole life is full of problems, failures, but in the hands of this one person, everything falls into place. "It makes things seem right"

This poem is filled with admiration, understanding that nothing lasts forever except these feelings, except these pure and most beautiful emotions. this is a poem about true, unconditional love.

Love changes you and your perception of the world.

[zhuravlevanna]

Somehow

Our lives aren't meant to last

We'll all fade in moondust.

Your touches are softer

Than touches of night.

I do mistakes often

But you're holding me tight.

It makes the world stop,

It makes things seem right

And you make me love you right now

Somehow

09.01.2019

[zhuravlevanna]

Winter

Winter. What a beautiful part of the year. The times you look out of the window and see how beautifully snow falls. When the whole ground is beneath the white bedsheet. Snow covers dirty cities full of sinners. Snow hides flaws, our most dreadful nooks and corners.

Winter is the best time to fall in love like you have never.

Ever.

When everything seems so cold instead of your lover's heart that can warm you. When everyone seems so cold but in your lover's arms everything gets better somehow. Nothing could be better than keep warm under a white blanket with someone. Or look upon skyes with nothern lights and dimly lightening stars breathing in the deapth of cold space but shine to warm others eyes. There is nothing better that just soundessly listen to nature, your heartbeating and have a way somewhiter. Nothing can be better than fall in love with you...

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[zhuravlevanna]

《Well we can change our partners

This is a progressive dance》