strelnikov

Hey everyone who's not reading this, I just joined. I figure to kick off my membership, I'll turn this blog, and my page into a second standard repository for my artwork, mostly photography and a little poetry. However, as this is not my deviantART gallery, I'll only be submitting the best stuff. As such, this post will consist of some of the poetry I have written thus far, and I will be adding an album of photos and such, though that may take a while as I may have to do some optimization to keep the file sizes down.

Summer

Biking back roads, feeling free.
Every day is lived for me.
Summer living: nothing better.
Summer loving: grab a sweater.

Driving dirt roads, tearing through
Little towns I never knew.
That situation doesn't change,
I still don't know them, and don't care to.
Summer living: fun is free.
Summer loving: not meant for me.

Frozen treats, on hot nights, a must.
Then off to appease my wanderlust.
I'm up for anything, just try me,
We'll go anywhere if I have your trust.
Summer living: the final test.
Summer loving: who knows the rest?

Aspiration

Foul horizon, why do you extend?
Your reach ensnares me, to what end?
A humble human housed here in Holden,
A single town in expanse that does embolden
The fear that I will never see
All things that do exist in thee;
Grow old without experience
That could be gained with travel hence.
To outlive my will to leave this place
Without my wanderlust effaced
Would leave me lost on my deathbed:
One world withheld, still another straight ahead.
So help me, Heaven, heed my hope
Before your gates accept my soul,
And send me sailing through seas and skies
So that I might appease these eyes
Which wonder where horizon halts
And what earth does hold within her vaults.

It Didn't Hurt

I long for pain to ease the strain
That's haunting my heart, wanting in vain,

Detrimenting sanity,
I abandon thought of vanity;
Digging at my skin;
Not regretting such a sin;
Open to what this does;
Tears from what once was;

Heavy-handed strokes
Undo what god invoked,
Remains of redness rife,
Truth dripping from my knife.

The Greatest Adventure

I trace the lines of your face
And think of times we could have spent together:
Days at the park,
Out after dark,
Lost in each other's eyes,
I wouldn't look for an exit.
I could watch you endlessly,
Getting lost in your face,
Traversing its features.
Wandering lightly past your eyes,
Tracing thin lines with intent,
Sliding down your nose
Gleeful as a child at his favorite playground.
Scaling your lips like red cliffs
That hide wondrous prizes.
Dangling from the very point of your chin,
Never wanting to let go,
Until my grip fails
And I plunge willingly into your beauty.
This is the greatest adventure.

Mask

She was a caricature of confidence
Concatenating her life like lovely lore
In person, she predicated perfection
The pendulum swung to the private
And her penance for the past
Whispering woeful worries
Reaping more razor-sharp regrets
Reducing her forged resolution
Fire fed the fabrication
Of her seemingly secure certainty
Misunderstandings from the many
Sent her sliding into solitude
Where her words went wasted
Waiting and wanting for whatever
Will release her from relentless reality

Untold and Unfolded

He walked around puddles
So they wouldn't be disturbed.
He couldn't stand the ripples
Like he couldn't stand their words.

He avoided newly fallen snow,
So as not to make a trace.
The footsteps marred the frigid frailty
Like their words could mar his grace.

But he wasn't one to wait for the day
When their words would come crashing down.
In his tidal waves and avalanches,
Their words would surely drown.