Lea Kardov

Lea Kardov Poems

Live was freely when we still dreamed of our aim.
It tasted better and higher.
Spirit no human could tame.
Now we are here.
...

3 am.
There is a Ventriloquist in my cherry glass.
Pulling out a puppet.
We created it of silk and shivers.
...

You used to tell me ghost stories.
Shadows on the wall kept floating like balloons.
Reminded me that we are in control of what to believe.
Embraced our world for the moment.
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I want to drown in your river.
Sweet red blood, sweet red love.
This pain is the only thing that makes me feel alive.
Melancholy tastes like angel-made summer wine when the darkness approaches me.
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I loved you ten thousand years ago.
When it was even not a word.
No statement was written on the coffee mug.
No blood on the sword.
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We travelled down the highway.
Was it yours or mine?
Some moon man looked through the window.
We didn't take our time.
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Thought I burned the tree, so the branches can't grow again.
But I kept the seeds inside my bloodstream, where nobody calls me broken, and I am free.
I tried to pretend to be them, her, then, and for a while, I believed it too.
I told them she was the cool girl, the business class with those shiny shoes and houses on the hill.
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8.

Snow will cover the blood of this world in a blanket until it reconciles with time.
Snow will step in to declare it is resting time.
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My love is winter, so don't ask me to spark.
I don't scream, and I never bark.
I don't wave my hands to the sun but guide you through.
They will be the pillow you can lay down this rotten heart.
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From the town torn away, I crawled back to Abisko.
Great Mother calls her chant of our ancestors, Aurora's roaring or guovssahas.
The lights we used to hear as children when we ran through the forests while the winds of time barked in silence.
When Aurora blazed, she took me down the river to respect the fox fire.
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11.

Tomorrow, at sunrise, I shall no longer be here.
Unmentioned interruption of casual fear.
Those dagger wounds seek an ending with or without the flames.
Whisper it faintly or scream out the name.
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12.

I want to strip out of the costume this world stitched tightly around my shoulders.
I want to let my flaws flow and inner rumours grow.
I don't want to bow into these sterile waters.
I want to yell and scream at the flagrant puppet scene.
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Lea Kardov Biography

Lea Kardov is an artist, writer and nature lover at once. Self-empowerment and peace are the goals of her books. Lea is a family person, femme fatale and lover of Blues. She published various books, and now on the journey of self-definement, she is writing to be. You will find her downtown in the corner diner or at the woods gathering herbs.)

The Best Poem Of Lea Kardov

Back Then

Live was freely when we still dreamed of our aim.
It tasted better and higher.
Spirit no human could tame.
Now we are here.
We were standing on the border of our promised land.
They are made up of movies and songs.
We gave our hearts out and poured some soul into them.
It took and took.
Only left scars on our skin.

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Lea Kardov Quotes

A heart that doesn't embrace nature's beauty hardens until it turns to dust.

A pessimist is a person that had endured pain ten thousand times before and became tired of the thorns.

A soulmate is a person that sees through your thousand faces and loves the real you when the masquerades are falling.

Art is more than just an emotional expression. It is my oxygen, my invisible twin, third hand and torchlight in the dark.

Artists find inspiration in the insanity of situations. Heartbreak is used as the hand of creation. It creates purple rivers, black flowers and icy sunrises.

As a writer, I need to write to breathe

As a writer, you not only write but bleed words.

As a writer, you will first get the critique and then the appreciation when you are dead, declaring the book a classic masterpiece of words.

Being an introvert is a special gift. We don't talk nonsense all the time, don't dive into crowds of fools and are world-class spies

Being brought up in a working-class household has taught me more about life than any study session.

Diversity is not a modern age noun. It is the quintessence of existence

Don't be scared of death, but of people who waste your time without giving it back.

Don't bow your head to please somebody like to dog bows it's head for a bone.

Don't talk to me when I am sad, just sit there and listen. People talk way too much trash. There is way too less empathy and human sense in this world.

Each tree is wiser than the whole of humanity put together.

Eyes are the truest storytellers. Look into someone's eyes and you will find books filled with love, pain and suffering.

I am no product of the social status in which I was born.

I am tired of people's format, so I declare myself an alien.

I don't believe in a God dressed like Santa Claus. Sentencing and judging his creations. I do believe in good humans, love and character.

I don't cover up my scars with make-up. They tell damn interesting stories.

I don't follow fashion trends the same you don't jump from a bridge just while somebody other jumps.

I don't follow fashion trends the same you don't jump from a bridge just while somebody other jumps.

I love the villain and evil characters in books the most because they are more reliable and interesting. They are like martinis in a tea room

I will be kind to you. I will show you politeness but won't trust you ever again. Trust is fragile. You should know that, Dear.

I will build doors through walls when people don't give me a chance. I will crawl to the mountaintop if I am too tired to climb. I will become the lone wolf because I need to.

I´d rather be a clear drop of rain than an ocean made of lies. I´d rather be a colourful leaf than a tree with weak roots. I´d rather be mine than yours instead.

I'd rather learn from nature than from humans. We still don't know how to live together, while plants and animals work together to create an ecosystem.

Ideological propaganda only created world wars and the decline of human intelligence.

Life is like a flower, if you don't water it, you will fade away and turn to dust.

Love is sometimes an energy sucker. A vampire that takes your life energy and you can't do anything against it.

Love is the most complicated magic of all. The universe will let us turn circles and will make fun of us because we are fools for love. Searching and longing, but never finding.

'Materialism is like a gold chain around your neck, it's shimmery and shiny, but it's still a chain'.

Maybe my books aren't the next Nobel prize winner, but I write with passion and heart.

Music is the spice in Life, the medicine and the lover that keeps you warm at night.

Never write to please anybody, or you will become the most unhappy author. Only write to please yourself and the ones that understand your art.

People can't break me, and neither do things harm me. Gold and diamonds can't fool me, but if the moon fades, I will fall apart.

People who offer me an honest smile from within are more precious than diamonds or gold ever can be.

Sometimes it is easier to fall in love with a person than to trust deeply. Like the water trusts the sea. Like the moon trusts the sun.

So that seed grows into a strong tree, it takes decades of time, thunder, hail and storm. We can only turn stronger through the experiences and pain we go through. Build with the years a stronger self.

The most painful loss is the loss of dignity.

Value discipline over motivation. Motivation will not carry you the whole way, while discipline picks you up and keeps you going.

We had nature and turned it into dust. We had the stars and painted them neon. We had us and parted into a thousand pieces. Now we have nothing.

When you bleed as an artist, the people around you will call it inspirational.

You won't find the answers in most adult books but the books written for the little ones. The answers you need are written in the Little prince and not in Romeo and Juliet

Without nature, I never will be whole again.

Don't fool me. I am a solo oak and no weeping willow.

I would rather have some branches of an old tree than red roses.

I am no summer person. I don't know how to cope with all that sunlight and half-naked people frying at the beach. Give me a rainy autumn evening and some yellow wellingtons.

The ocean can be an intimidating source of power that doesn't belong to you if you fool it.

We don't go to the desert to seek blooming nature, but the most beautiful flowers only grow there, where nobody expects it.

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