21 Nov 2019

Author: Georgi Karlovski

Poetry

Anger 

Anger is a powerful thing, a weapon that can destroy us or help us make it through. It’s entirely up to us whether we use it to light a fire or let it consume us with the flames of madness.

Poetry

Fantasy World 

September is a month of ambiguity and translucency – summer still lingers yet autumn whispers in the wind. On a warm September afternoon, I wrote this poem reflecting on the past, the present and the future, the impalpable transition from childhood and innocence to adulthood. And, as it always happens, the more I ask, the more questions I have.

Poetry

Alone 

Most of us live in big cities full of lights, people, sounds, colors and dreams, and most of the time this would make us feel comfortable and secure, as if we belong to something bigger and very important. However, sometimes the bright lights look cold as ice, the crowds seem astonishingly disinterested in one’s ups and downs, and the vivid dreams turn into terrible nightmares. This is when we realize that the world could be an incredibly lonely place where one’s reality is twisting and turning.

Poetry

I Refuse To Be Like Them 

We live in a society full of moral and spiritual corruption. A society in which yes’s are no’s and smiles are a predator’s intention to bite, kill and eat its prey. This doesn’t mean we have to accept it, and we will not. Admit to your weaknesses, embrace them and fear not. As long as you breathe, there is still hope.

Poetry

Too Late 

A deep and sophisticated poem exploring the corruption and decay of human nature and the crumbling pillars of contemporary society. And when it looks as though there were no salvation, winds will start blowing, water will rise and sweep away the dirt. But does it matter when our hearts are devoid of life, dreams and hopes?