ANNA KOSTOVA

ANNA KOSTOVA

STAGE

I wanted to become a writer;

a writer of my own life,

life full of melody and sound.

I wanted to become a painter;

a painter of my own soul,

soul full of light and color.

I wanted to become an artist;

an artist of my own world,

world full of joy and freedom.

But, I became an actor,

‘cause I only play.

SILENCE

Words are distant;

poet’s lost

pen is ready

but to write cannot.

Silence a’ coming;

no one hears.

Silence a’ going;

no one cares.

Mind returns

to move the body.

Hand’s waiting

but to write cannot.

LONELY MAN

A lonely man approaching

asking for redemption,

chances long forgotten

searching back attention.

A lonely man is here —

silent old and grumpy —

shaking empty bottles

filled with hopeless air.

Dreamless nights arriving,

he's closing eyes with tears

trying to remember

life without its fears.

A lonely man is reaching,

wrinkled hands for prayer,

praying for forgiveness

for abandoned chances,

chances never taken.

BRAVE NEW CHILD

I am a child,

a child like you.

You are a child,

a child like me.

We are this child

who speaks within;

within each of us

and remembers a childhood,

a childhood of joy

and of love.

But who is that new child today,

the new child

of this new world so brave?

Where is the child playing outside,

playing outside and smiling around?

Where is it now?

Now, there is a child sitting at home,

sitting at home playing computer games

and watching life,

its lif,e passing by,

passing by and deleting,

deleting its childhood.

These new children are asking right now:

"How do you call us today?"

But, waiting no answer

saying instead:

"Today, we are children

children of a pause,

a pause we hit on our life.

How do you call us today?

Answer us not

'cause we don't care.

We are webmasters!

We are weblovers!

We are e—mail writers!

We have new covers!

I am a gamer!

You are a hacker!

She is youtuber!

He is only a stalker!

How do you call us today?

We stopped paying attention,

but maybe that is okay

after so much information.

Come, life!

Come closer!

We need to tell you:

Go as fast as you can,

as slow as you can,

as wrong as you can...

'cause we are this new child today;

a new child playing computer,

playing computer and living online.

Fear us!

ANNA KOSTOVA

ANNA KOSTOVA is a Bulgarian. She is a poet who comes from a small and picturesque mountainous town called Smolyan. Now, she currently works and lives in Lodz, Poland but her mother tongue is Bulgarian. She defines herself as a full-time dreamer who seeks and finds inspiration in the subtle, little things in life.