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I See Red
by K. Zakrevski (blog pseudonym)
Photography & Poetry Samples
Published on June 2016

PURCHASE BOOK
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​​WHO I SEE
I wonder what it's like to stand before a mirror
​and not be taken aback by what I see
I wonder what it's like to be completely free
​of my own skin

Perhaps I am too human
Perhaps I am that weak

I wonder if it's possible
to glance into the mirror
and fall in love
​with every inch

Perhaps...
​Perhaps, it could be
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​​YOU

 
but i can’t talk to you
about these magic things
because, when we kiss,
all you taste is skin.
 
and that is all you’ll ever taste
from every single kiss that you give,
raw
decaying
brittle skin
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en estas páginas
no importa quienes somos
ni qué fuimos
sino que somos juntos
más que un instante
más que un tropiezo
más que de nuevo
el comienzo
en estas páginas
el reloj ha perdido su tacto
su trono y su cetro
en estas páginas
donde termino yo y empiezas tú
existe una gratificante inquietud
 
estamos rotos, sí,
e incompletos,
pero esto…
esto es más que suficiente​
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​Profanity was never my intention

​I believe in God
I love my God
But I have been told
that I'll never be loved
in return

​How am I to cope?

​I cry too, you know?

I pray
​
I do

So why can't He love me
​As much as He loves you?
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 07/08/2014
 
The thing is that I’m tired
of lying on my bed
as the clock ticks away
and the wind blows in from the outside
promising me that it’s just for one day
 
but then the light of the sun dims down
and my scars come out once again
and the hollow in my chest itches and aches
and the swelling in my veins won’t let me forget
that I’m alone
in my bed
and the clock ticks away
 
and I hold on to the pillow
I embrace it as if it were to reassure me
of something…
of a stolen pledge.
But the window’s still open
and in my room there’s no light
and the whispers hang in the air
as if to irk me and pester
as if to urge a vaccine
but I refuse to listen
for I know the echo too well;
I have memorized its cry,
the script it recites
tattooed onto my back.
 
And I’m lying on my bed
still clutching to the pillow
and my head feels heavy
and my eyes are swollen
with the same expression as before
with the same emptiness as before
and the clock ticks away.
 
My mind won’t turn off
the switch has been broken
as has been broken the beat
and my lungs keep on going
as I await for the right moment
to stand up and let go,
but I’ve waited for too long.
 
Now, as the clock ticks away,
I’m afraid that the moment
I’m afraid that the promise
have many times come and gone.
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​​MOAN

​there exists no bloodless love, that is why the organ of the heart is romanticized, it's full of fervor and scarlet and vigor and savor and its silky blood or its clotted blood or its cold blooded blood fill it whole, but there is blood and people are afraid of blood, people are afraid of love, they are afraid to hurt, when hurt can be pleasurable and sweet, and without hurt, without blood, there's no feel, and what is love without feel, without blood, without hurt, without warmth, without a messy stain on our skin, on our palms, on our palms, on our tongue, down our throat, on our lungs, on your lips

​we share a look in the eyes, there is taste, there is feel

​blood is splurged when it comes to matters of love, we must not wipe it off, blood comes and it's lovely, and thank god there is blood, and thank god for our love, thank god for this hurt, thank god for the blood and the hurt that make love, we make love, and it's sweaty and it's warm and it's good and it feels, let me breathe, breathe you in, with your blood, fell it pump, and your chest, oh it hurts, I can feel, make me feel, let it hurt, let it burn, let it soothe, let it stay, go on go on go on, you, it feels good, it's all good, all this love making, blood boiling, breath taking, hurt grasping, tongue biting, sweet piercing cum.

​love is good. yes, bloody is good.

​let it, let it pour, let it sting, calm and breathe, let me taste, try your lips, let me lick you clean, let me feel. let if flow. let me take. let me touch. let me love. you. I can see. you.

you are love.

​love is good.
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​WE ARE ALL STORY TELLERS
we are all story tellers
of sad days and happy days
carriers of fortune and tragedy,
each of us stranded
in the same dark hole
 
next time you look into someone else’s eyes
glance beyond skin and brittle bone
see their humanity,
recognize the comforting similarities
in each battle lost and triumphed,
read their stories
understand a foe,
meet the soul beneath the rumble
see them staring back at yours
 
we are all story tellers
of the same imperfect world
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I See Red
by K. Zakrevski
Poetry & Photography
238 pgs.
ISBN-10: 1365126463
ISBN-13: 978-1365126468
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We spoke of instances to be
Enjoyed in between kisses and
Soft embraces, promised
Nothing, expected
Nothing.

Though now we linger in an
Inconformity where trust Is the anchor and
Storm.
It was your eyes that held on
To me, a
Look ever so pleading for
Comfort, for
Help. . .
Reflecting my own tears.

It was your eyes, not
Your skin, not
Your lips,
Your omission of
Words.
The imperfection that
Enthralled, none of it,
But your eyes.

Even now we speak
In silence,
You cover your face,
But I know what rests
Behind those walls,
For I hide it just as well.

​I see pain.


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