Clarity in Muddied Waters

A Messianic Journey Through Pen and Peace. Writing from the Stillness Within.

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Originally born in Russia I have moved to Melbourne a few years ago to pursue my dreams – however there is so much more to me than meets the eye. Fashion was always a big part of my life. A fun fact about me; I am quite antisocial and hard to open up but when I do I show the fun crazy side of me that my friends love. And once you’re in my friend circle I am the most loyal person ever.

Category: Poems

  • The principal’s office

    The principal’s office, a land of despair, the mighty ruler’s evil lair. Where she sits amid the cries and yells, an ogre in a living hell. Where darkness reigns and nightmares spawn, and to which the naughty children are drawn. The principal’s office, a place of delight, where things that are wrong are always set…

  • At the markets

    At the markets, a place to be, what a lot of things you can see! The greengrocer is there with his apples and plums, selling his fruits with a merry little hum. The baker is there with pastries and cakes, nibbling biscuits in her breaks. At the markets, a place to be, what a lot…

  • What will you spend your money on?

    What will you spend your money on? A bracelet for mum? A book on cats? A rubber duck or a magic hat? A little toy frog that jumps up and down, or maybe a wig that belongs on a clown? What will you spend your money on? A hand knitted scarf? A new game to…

  • Through the trees

    What lies just through the trees? Come and see!

  • The woods (Tanka poem)

    Entwining branches Lock me in their cage of dreams. Sleep now little one, Let the flowers take you home. A home nestled in the leaves.