Bang! like a wooden stove killed.
Sing like the bird that you are!
And so be it, let's live forever-
Who knew I liked it rough?
Who has the courage and the convictions?
Don't be so foolish all your life;
Stain your satin sheets at night.
Courage has to be woven.
Convictions sometimes melt away-
But still form other bonds at times.
I knew I'd killed me once or twice-
To re-awake is but a challenge.
Let's have it out all at once!
And yet, your screaming is continued.
Why, Sir, do you propose to spread me thin like butter?
Why not just have your vision taken out?
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I was born in Russia. My family and I moved to the United States in 1992. Writing did not come naturally to me at first; but as I got older, I began to really appreciate the beauty and power of words. Self-expression is poetry. There is beauty in the darkest of poems-and in one's darkest day, poetry can uplift ones soul.