Submissions by MaxineItsov

Another cigarette lit,
Smoke rolls off my lips.
I asked God why he made me such a sinner,
Why is my soul colder than a northern winter.

Another shot of bourbon,
I think I might have an addiction.
Not just to the whiskey or the nicotine,
But to this pain that tries to kill me.

Another man in my bed,
Images of the night before flash through my head.
As much I want to say I regret this,
I don’t because of my enduring loneliness.

Another morning,
And I’m still breathing.
The tears flowed down as I fell to my knees,
Asking...

My boisterous Moscow mind,
Has a meticulous D.C. side.
I hear the whispers and the chuckles,
I close my mouth and bite my tongue.
I understand I can't express myself properly,
I cannot correlate an English word to its definition to make sense.

My infallible Istra heart has lived as such,
But has shown a more belligerent American touch.
As my frustration mounts,
My tongue is losing all discipline.
Yet I sit here and try to keep myself composed,
For it is between me and God when I lay my head down on my pillow.

"Land of the free, home of the brave."
Chanted and sang with pride.
As unlawful warfare is carried out with drones;
Leading to heinous genocides in several nations.
And the 'bombs bursting in air' in Iraq's midnight sky.
As babies are kept awake by the sounds of this unwarranted war,
All mothers can do is pray to God for safety and peace.

The sound of American troop's boots marching strike fear into any foreign soil.
The American government uses these nation's disparities to strike fear into the American people's hearts.
Forgetting about how...