poetry

Одинокая дверца, ржавая, замшелая. Вокруг неё изчезло всё - стены, пол, крыша. Их целиком поглатила земля. А она стоит - твердая, строгая. До сих пор на замок закрытая, Она стоит прямая, как игла, Хоть уже давно как ведёт в никуда.

Failing is beautiful - how hard one tries or doesn’t how wrong they are, or aren’t. To think, that they could do it, or think that they could not. It’s madness either way: Then to believe or not? Before you know it, Looking back, You see the turns that all but passed. But verdicts are only as harsh As you will let them be The wisdom’s light is in hindsight If only you could see No failure becomes the end If turned into another: Tabula rasa, new beginning and one more bright non-starter. All: the pursuer, and the fight, The grief of resignation, the wisdom’s light in hindsight Are beauty, truth, and art.

The chill of the look in your eyes Made me still and alert Like a fawn in a field Exposed Vulnerable Listening, watching Taking mental notes Of the subtle signs Of safety, or otherwise. Do you remember when you saw? Or did you ever look? For in you I have long been seeing The reflection of myself. I'm waiting patiently For you to see me again.

Giving myself credit Feels so awfully unnatural. In the dizzying cycles of thankless work and stress, The fleeting moments of relief and leisure Are stalked and threatened by the ever present dread of tomorrow. The burden of feeling inadequate Undeserving, unimportant. I never wanted it. But I am a beast of burden. Assigned at birth. Encumbered by the labor that leaves me joyless, numb, faceless. Every minutes of my life put up for sale. “Gather ‘long fellows! We got some cheap meat”

Am I biting my lips Am I tensing my neck You make me breathe deeper If only just for a sec I see it now it's not so bad I hear you now, and you were right The panic is no longer here I'm cured again because you’re near Come take my hand we should go hang out Come watch me grow I'll figure it out I no longer wish to be anyone else Your love makes me love myself With your arms around me Squeezing perfectly tightly If we were merging souls I’d think of me fondly And when you see me fall apart Not there to see, or feel or talk, Please know that I will be alright I’ll gather my pieces, I know where to start Come take my hand we should go hang out Come watch me grow I'll figure it out I no longer want to be anyone else Your love makes me love myself With your arms around me Squeezing perfectly tightly If we were merging souls I’d think of me fondly

My soul is bright and blue The night is my darling sister Call me something beautiful Gentle and warm, Subtle and small. Flow with me along with the river Hold me when it’s cold Kiss me on my cheek, Weep with me tonight Under the sheets Take a little peek into my heart: My soul is bright, It’s bright and blue.

Streams and streams of masses Silent in our shackles Miserably strolling, crawling to our deaths. Whips and robes are winding, Ankles, wrists are breaking, Shattering and cracking Under your command. Muted sound our voices Aching, distant, croaky They will never reach you From the sea of noise. Noise of dead compliance Negligence and bias Noise of hardy liars, Ready to reject Basic humanity Devoid of sanity. We carry on and mourn Our long-forgotten strength. But as the streams keep flowing, You'll see our ranks - They're growing. We'll rise and we'll be roaring At your distorted face. We'll watch your figure shrinking, Your softened body trembling, When thrones and castles tumbling Come falling by our feet.

Чего же нам терять? Закажем по бокалу? Только ты и я, Ты ведь знаешь, что я только твоя? Так нельзя. Ты далеко-далеко, Спрятался за облаками, А я с рваными чулками, С мокрыми глазами. Совсем без тебя. Протяни руку, Чтоб я её достала, Чтоб я тебя поймала. Возьми меня к себе, Спрячь за облаками, Укрой плечами, Согрей объятиями. Голую душу мою. Береги как свою.