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Suicide

by

Kathrin Kulikova

Your love brought my joy,
But your death brought me sorrow,
Your death drove me crazy,
Your death drove me mad,
At night I wake up crying,
Screaming out your name,
Your name your name,
Your wonderful name,
The one word that brings tears to my eyes,
The one word that brings tears to my heart,
The pain I felt when you died,
Never dies,
And never rest,
But now my sweet,
All pain shall die just as I.


What Is Reality And What Is Not?

by

Kathrin Kulikova

What is Love
Is it not just another word
Is it not something people think they feel
Me, I belive that love is just a word to cover up
The fact that people are just too scarde to be alone
And that is why they tell themslves that they are in love
Love is not real, but it is not fake
It is just another way for mankind
To hide there fear of loneliness
I cant say that it is not real
because reality is what ever we think it is
for all we know food has no tast
but our brain is telling us its good
maybe ther is no desk but only an elution
but then again who am I to say.


Dreams

by

Kathrin Kulikova



In my dreams I sore through the sky
As if I had wings to sore upon
I can feel the winds long cold finger tips
Ruing through my land black hair
I saw a fellow bird racing through the sky
Piercing the big white clouds
As if he was an arrow shot from a mighty bow
Then I reached the forest and
As I looked down I saw the trees
With there leafs rustling in the mighty wind
Cheering and screaming for joy
Some what like me in my Dreams.


Looking out of the Jail cell

by

Kathrin Kulikova


The big tall trees dancing in the wind
How I envy thee to be so very free
Or how the butterfly flaps its wings
And can just fly away
How free they all are and
How free I am not
I sit in my jail cell and
All I can do
Is look out side
At the big tall trees dancing in the wind
And I envy them to be so very free


The Flame

by

Kathrin Kulikova


The flame that burns so true
Represents desire which burns inside me
For you and only you
The flame is my inspiration
It is what keeps me going
Itís every thing helpful, beautiful,
And yet a deadly game
Which can kill at a mere glance of the flame
Mothers tell their daughters not to play with fire
But that only gives them the desire
The fire's flames lick your body
And tease you for a while
But then all pain is gone
And then all thatís left is desire
So you see that is why flame is actually desire
Or maybe a better word for that is lust.