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My cradle of sunflowers

Anastasiia Prosochkina


Try to obtain self-confidence and blossom!
This ground's yellow pallet tragic and profound,
I need to be specifically awesome,
While I'm a man that's carefully bound -
Sort of reflection on the pure mount.
And metaphors  expand to cosmic round.

And now it's time to say thank you to huddle,
You see, I wanted just  my soul to state.
I lost concern, that's never been a trouble,
My interest was never blind in grade,
Against my will back to my rueful feelings...
Proclaim unholy everything they don't  contain!

And one advice for me to follow fast:
I strongly recommend myself to find a shelter,
And never try again to animate the past -
it has this simple-hearted and high-tony savour.
Gets up my nose  in between times,
I felt it, 
dancing in the stars, 
They tried to save me.
I hoist my white flag, fire primes.

I know this episode, I've already seen it,
The distant forest as a blue background,
And dandling by the waves of never happened sea,
In sentimental sweet sunflowers' cradle,
We are right here, on the foreground.

And birds traject me their signs in chirling,
They know my way to save this nonexistence feeling

Out of milk

Anastasiia Prosochkina


Amorphic  morning after all
While everything seems so unreal
This weird banality we live
Had never been so crystal clear

My mind is wide, my room's so small
I try to look through solid wall
But it turns to be a mirror
Through this mirror I see stars
Through those stars I fly to zero
Through my mind I ask dark glass:
Please update request for hero!

The universe won't response...

And it's dark
And it's black
Just like my coffee.

And I drink another one
Waiting bright stars to explode
Wondering how does it feel
If unexpected star is born

And my lamp starts to blend
And only if I am not blind
This universe from my wall
Goes right to my cap of coffee in my hand
...just another, straightforward, way to my head
And this wall is now just a copy
Of the one behind

And I do another gulp
Of this amazing galaxy
Thinking if meditation is overrated
Ponder over my own center of gravity
Completely devastated.

And I kill another cup
Of this black galaxy
Totally frustrated.

Today we are out of milk
And my coffee seems to be darker
And I feel our home like a shelter
It will be better.

Cyber anamnesis

Anastasiia Prosochkina

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In her tiny hand a window appears,
Filled by enmeshed dealers,
From cybernetic wisdom,
All over the places,
To oversee traces,
Dancing in parameters of the system.

Suddenly conjuncture changes,
To  temper  justice with mercy,
File directory spreads hard in front of weary faces,
Perforate into minds, refolding coarsely
She is far behind,
On the opposite site,
He is breathing hoarsely.

People are ready to fork out all their money,
Big numbers, not funny amounts.
Serious men, special name accounts.
Does she think - nothing never changes for the worse,
Is it only the phone message on the screen, or his soul in her purse,
Or even greater humiliation to reverse?

An output  discover, he's ultimately lost,
By rule and line he calculates the new direction
For his body , little crimes and huge affection...
As if there is a cryptic thing that costs,
Repairing the world  from smaller pieces,
Walking rickety on accumulated frosts,
He feverishly scroll his anamnesis.

Dumb  local meetings,
When he speaks quiet, no one ever listen,
Feels like treason,
He rumbles out and they hold  their ears,
The scheme is elegant and  based on souvenirs.

Plain LCD to visualize  a structure,
Tracking circuit silhouettes below,
She knows her brilliance, she feels the rapture
But something's wrong!
She figured out, they are not alone.

Dark place,
Chaotic pace,
Discreet operation fails
Her eyes. His state.
Running straight,
No airspace,
Short fight, and no more masks, embrace...
For enemies, this hug's too delicate.

His face. Too late.
They set off the alert.

Classified case.

Converted to a tiny dot,
He's looking at the iron door.
Shut deep in metal core
He has one thought
"The end of play"
He's wondering, if she were caught,
The camera eye slowly turns away.

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Your beauty is stronger

Anastasiia Prosochkina


You can’t be my friend. Your beauty is stronger.
Don’t listen to me, just go away.
There’re no butterflies
                  in my hollow stomach
And my heart is not aching this way

Just go far away. Your beauty is crazy!
I’m serious, woman. 
           I don’t care at all.
Let’s drift apart, a little bit lazy..
No words and no tears. 
           Don’t come back, 
                          never call!

That will never work, but you are still trying
      Don’t waste your time.
                       I don’t need it to spend.
You are so beautiful! And I am not iron!
Fate had a good laugh, 
                                  The end.

Сontinuous infinite

Anastasiia Prosochkina


I don’t want it to be finished in no way.
I dream it like continuous infinite,
In gentle hand I swear it to stay,
I just gave up attempt  to reach the limit.

I just don’t want it to be ended in no way.
Naught is stupid. Empty. Never matter.
Without needless “what for” to betray,
I wish to proceed fluently and flatter…

Poured out, failed to hold soul rivers,
Went off the handle… no repose.
And try to breath among  the  shivers
No sun, no freewill,  no “because”.

And time and time again deal visions,
My dream felt real, it’s so hard!
Dreams can tell… there is opinion.
This one was rubbish from the start.

Fluffy visions

Anastasiia Prosochkina

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Hello!     I am alright,    There is no pain
In  frozen   heart    But look at me - 
there is a reason,
Why I do behave so dumb!
Deep inside is burning question
Of unbearable   suggestion
Maybe we should rearrange
conclusions we were fast to make…

chorus : 

Ooo please!
    Give me more
Than I miss,
     That was before
We hold a breath,
       Event that was
 Long time ago

           I need you kiss,
           Give me your kiss!!

Last time I saw you at the party,
I tried to catch all words you scattered,
Cause you talked
to everyone else    but me
And it’s hard to be polite
With all hopes we left behind
Please stop this shit!   I don’t understand
What’s going on   when you’re around.

Do you remember how was easy
To give up when we were busy
Deep in problems
Stuck in boring life routine!
But yesterday is not tomorrow
There is so much we have to borrow
I only ask: Please don’t pretend …  
that you are ok!      I know you too well!


And flashbacks of fluffy  visions
Hiding pity in decisions
Of recycling feelings
That   have been   in use.
I know you used to be alone
But take me from
my safe and sound corner
Now it’s time when we can finally be free in our love!


Anastasiia Prosochkina


Prologue. Speak calm and without emotions:

O yes, I have seen it
I know what they mean
I want to forget that I’m in.


Eyes closed – was so easy
To live in the dream,
I opened this book
(didn’t expect!)
It so much to bring
Now time of pretending:
The game, I am in!
(an annoying defect!)
In The system of glory,
In The machine of sin!


They stitch world with wire,
Disconnection I feel!
My only desire –
To forget what I’ve seen!

O yes, I have seen it.
I know what they mean!
Now I think how to deal it…

Now I can read the signs
While I still inside,
But I know, all the time –
You are beside!
We’ve been running too fast
To the edge of the Earth,
But that wasn’t enough
To break up with all ghosts!

They still chase us, they chase us
I know they were born
From the page of society
In the book we have burnt!


They stitch world with wire,
Disconnection I feel!
My only desire –
To forget what I’ve seen!
O yes, I have seen it.
I know what they mean!
I don’t know how to deal it…

And time will come
The beast made of gears
Will reveal growing hunger
For our tears.
And no strength to resist,
And no strength to hold on
Your tiny fist…
My love, in this fight
Everyone at the end will be alone


They stitch world with wire,
Disconnection I feel!
My only desire –
To forget what I’ve seen!
O yes, I have seen it.
I know what they mean!
I don’t know how to deal it…


My only desire
To forget
That I’m in
Yes I’m still in
O my love,
Tell me please
Why am I still in?

Earth penetrating cosmic rodent

Anastasiia Prosochkina


It happens now - while slightly scared
I feel so sick of other people.
A need for you spears me... to fade
With a sudden nasty shiver,
Squeezes my heart and dries my mouth
In a sweet and yearning fever. 

But then I realize, 
That it was just a subway train -
Earth penetrating cosmic rodent,
Deep under my house, 
And everything is ok again.
I just misunderstood this short-lived moment.

I let my heart to go away

Anastasiia Prosochkina


I let my heart to go away, 
There wasn't any choice,
It disappeared outdoors,
I whispered - please, stay.

It didn't hear, little brat!
It had its games to play!
How did that happen that my heart
One day just went away?

It didn't hear, it was gone,
The day that came was grey.
How are you, heart? Do you have fun?
I had no strength to pray.

And my week started once again,
It wasn't truly bad,
There was still some stuff to gain
With or with no heart.

The week continued to a month
No judge for time, no blame -
Could write a book "I live in trance",
But never wanted fame

To go to work. To take a meal.
To spend time in hot shower.
Why should I cry, or try to feel?
My home became my tower.

And I am safe or used to it,
And learned my lines in play,
I am awake and on my feet,
My heart is still away

And maybe one day from the blue
It will return to me
With golden treasures or with flue,
In sorrow or with dream.

And maybe after years or more,
Whatever they will bring,
I will response to knocking door:
Hello, my heart, come in.


Anastasiia Prosochkina


Receding sun was tousling our clothes,
Caressing our skin.
You undistinguished face    was definitively gorgeous -
The focus of the everything I've ever seen.

Who 'd have thought!  Soon.. and I am standing,
Within invisible     but ponderable rain,
The same exactly spot,   my lips are trembling,
Looking for reason  in this thunder, blending to my pain.

Do you remember how we made a circle -
The simple, roundly ideal,  shape!
The only two of us, but it was perfect.
You were my goal, I was your lucky train, I was too late

I step again   old creepy rusty metals,
Familiar and vulnerable tracks,
They fouled memories... shells crunch and seaweed petals.
Don't  look about, never coming back.

I never had a thought, intoxicated,
That words can wound, squeezing off the light.
I always thought that words were overrated!
I stuck in them, ironically tight.

How are you, hunny, now? I bet, you ordinary gorgeous,
For one, with whom you lay, and play, and smile.
This one, is he your reason and your focus?
This kind of feeling, had it ever been your style?

And honestly, I'm not the one to chew the rag,
That was a time, and I do have my honor,
The eye of storm, my fight, my life, my heart,
Are not for you, I've never been a...

1954's Jet

Anastasiia Prosochkina


It was long ago,

Your face was so close,
Eyelashes quivering...
You started  yelling at me, of course!
That I can shove my honor up my own ass,
But, my sweet baby, I loved you! Perhaps...

Hey, my face in dirty plate,
Don't you mind?
I got some cheap joint's ketchup
to smudge on you, mate,
Are you alright?
You look kinda lost, i'm afraid,
Kinda talking to your own plate.

In this juke we met,
Actually, I stopped  here to poo, my friend...
Never matter!
I was combustible in my desire!
You fueled your 1954's Jet,
However, you put ME on fire,
And yes, I am on fire!

You called me all names,
The last one was "a coward",
I had nothing to say, 
That was a bit funny to discover,
If to regard with detachment.
When did I fail?
So, you jumped your 1954's Jet,
To dash off
Uphill and down dale!

I observe this cloud
You left behind
Maybe it would be lovely to say
Something beautiful, like
"It looks pretty much like you", out loud,
If you don't mind...
Haha, but I lied!
It's just dirty and frenetic,
Such a delusion,
Dirty and distant, 
In an instant,
Baby, do you see my allusion?
I can be rather poetic.

Wait. Is it?..O yeah!  it's blissfully quiet around.
You were so rude,
That blowballs turned  into baldies!
That's not what ladies do!
Now, finally, peace to my eardrums is being found,
Baby, I am just a simple dude!
And luckily, you dropped me  like a hot potato,
And fucking vroomed,
As your 1954's Jet had an aircraft jato .