Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
This is part two, because my phone needs changing,
And I forgot the plug.
You know mornings are my hurry time,
I was on Skype with my grandmother,
She has computer.
People would say, oh, how nice, all day on the Internet,
Like in my dream for example,
And she would say, yes, at almost ninty...
I like the hair style and the clothes..
How everything is well together.
Cold winter wild charm,
It snowing outside.
And I forgot the plug.
You know mornings are my hurry time,
I was on Skype with my grandmother,
She has computer.
People would say, oh, how nice, all day on the Internet,
Like in my dream for example,
And she would say, yes, at almost ninty...
I like the hair style and the clothes..
How everything is well together.
Cold winter wild charm,
It snowing outside.
I am writing a love poem.
Thank you very much,
Few hours now..not written much,
Because I don't know how to describe a beautiful smile..
And I sneezed,
According to superstition,
When you say something and sneeze, it's true,
I am sneezing again.
I want one million dollars today,
How come I am not sneezing about that.
Smile, smile, smile..
What else?
I like the shape, when people take care of them self..
One kind of beauty..
Thank you very much,
Few hours now..not written much,
Because I don't know how to describe a beautiful smile..
And I sneezed,
According to superstition,
When you say something and sneeze, it's true,
I am sneezing again.
I want one million dollars today,
How come I am not sneezing about that.
Smile, smile, smile..
What else?
I like the shape, when people take care of them self..
One kind of beauty..
don't know story
Inner voice ( to Poetess ) : Wake up my soldier,
Merry Christmas!
Poetess : are you. .
I can't, I ate too much and over slept.
I only can move to another side of the bed.
Merry Christmas!
Poetess : are you. .
I can't, I ate too much and over slept.
I only can move to another side of the bed.
Merry Christmas
Everything looks like the way to get both sides of the little things that you can get it is a beautiful feeling book that you might matter of time to get your own home and money on your own home today and tomorrow night at work at the same as the most important things 😊 from Jaden is to my family and friends Christmas to everyone is the best thing ever 😸 ... And I see you smile in your life at home to you by me and you will be fine (written by Jaden today)
don't know story
Poetess: welcome back to our "don't know show".
The same story,
Yesterday we didn't have time,
The work day was finished..
Great news today,
Our computer system is down, and we have Christmas party, Indian food.
Inner voice: food is good,
I know this one.
Poetess: our experts, my coworkers,
Lady, who doesn't know anything,
And Gentleman who knows everything, but doesn't care.
Wich means it's time to talk or write like me or think for unknown reasons about gas and oil.
Grandma: what kind of oil?
Inner voice: old people always want to know.
(louder) It's cooking oil Grandma,
Cooking oil.
Then less I know,
Then better I sleep.
Sometimes all night I am thinking what I know and in the morning I hate everything.
Poetess: I sleep like a baby.
Sister: when people say, it's oil, it's oil.
If they say it's gas, it's gas.
Poetess: the one for everything.
Inner voice: I think when someone wants something they start a war.
Blow up entire country for liberation.
Lady: was it last year?
Poetess: I want the money,
To be honest.
At least I am not lying about it.
Inner voice: if they don't want anything:
We save your elephants,
Kids in Africa, go to school and eat healthy meals.
Poetess: and read books.
The same story,
Yesterday we didn't have time,
The work day was finished..
Great news today,
Our computer system is down, and we have Christmas party, Indian food.
Inner voice: food is good,
I know this one.
Poetess: our experts, my coworkers,
Lady, who doesn't know anything,
And Gentleman who knows everything, but doesn't care.
Wich means it's time to talk or write like me or think for unknown reasons about gas and oil.
Grandma: what kind of oil?
Inner voice: old people always want to know.
(louder) It's cooking oil Grandma,
Cooking oil.
Then less I know,
Then better I sleep.
Sometimes all night I am thinking what I know and in the morning I hate everything.
Poetess: I sleep like a baby.
Sister: when people say, it's oil, it's oil.
If they say it's gas, it's gas.
Poetess: the one for everything.
Inner voice: I think when someone wants something they start a war.
Blow up entire country for liberation.
Lady: was it last year?
Poetess: I want the money,
To be honest.
At least I am not lying about it.
Inner voice: if they don't want anything:
We save your elephants,
Kids in Africa, go to school and eat healthy meals.
Poetess: and read books.
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