I Am Svetlana : Writing

What's Wrong With Society?

What\'s Wrong With Society?

A Poem by I Am Svetlana


What's wrong with society? We are all left to fend for ourselves, with no one to trust. Just thrown out with enemies to surround us and for us to de..
Somehow

Somehow

A Poem by I Am Svetlana


Somehow, I am stll here and holding on for dear life. I continue to deeply breathe this air that surrounds us I have felt dizzy all day and need t..
The Truth of What Expressive Art Brings to Love

The Truth of What Expressive Art Brings to Love

A Story by I Am Svetlana


I actually thought of this while I was watching "Rules of Attraction" and I was supposed to be studying for finals and my mom gave me about 2 hours wr..
Attraction To You

Attraction To You

A Poem by I Am Svetlana


I think about you a lot now... My mind thinks of nothing but you I admire your gentle hugs in which you embrace me in I love how you are always the..
Thinking...Alive or Dead?

Thinking...Alive or Dead?

A Poem by I Am Svetlana


Where has everybody disappeared to? I have never seen the world so empty...especially when I'm the only one alive... I walk around my house, my nei..
You Can't Leave

You Can\'t Leave

A Poem by I Am Svetlana


How dare you say that to me! You promise to protect me, next you ignore and want nothing to do with me. And what have I done to you? If you leave, ..
Moon Talks Through Darkness

Moon Talks Through Darkness

A Poem by I Am Svetlana


Sitting on my bed in the dark, a notebook in my lap. Pen in hand...no light shines through my window. It's pitch black outside that window, don't yo..
Hours of Words

Hours of Words

A Poem by I Am Svetlana


What is life that today and tomorrow bring for us? My mind is whirling around again. Haven't slept in 24 hours. Laying in bed calms my tense nerves..
No One Knows

No One Knows

A Poem by I Am Svetlana


The life is gone Beyond and past the existance of man The land is bare No leaves hang or rustle on the towering trees Sun has set and hasn't risen..
Precious Words I Speak To You, My Brother

Precious Words I Speak To You, My Brother

A Poem by I Am Svetlana


Many days I have see you happy and joyful. The way you stare into my eyes, they are happy. But now, they are drooped and dark. What has happened, m..