Just yesterday I had bold plans,
my simple present was so fast,
my happy colorless weekdays
were put in roughest stupid blaze.
Defence and lifeguards helped to pass
through rubble and this awful fuss.
A simple moment crossed my life
don't dare lick my blood off a knife.
No tears, no remorse, vague sight,
concerning disbelief in light.
No time to say my last goodbye,
another number's proof of crime.
Another endless day in vain
my frozen mind, infernal pain.
Just yesterday that death was far
but now it leaves that aching scar.
I didn't choose to be in war
but now I see what this is for.
I didn't choose this hard combat
but feel my liberty in gut.
I'll liberate my yellow fields
no matter with or on a shield.
To strangers know what is in soil,
we fight for life but they for oil.
See quiet souls in frontline spot
don't try to hide or even shot,
forever their land and space
just slightly bow and low your gaze.
It’s peaceful land and we are pack,
what you hand here we’ll give it back.
Oct 12, 2025
Oct 12, 2025 at 6:21 AM UTC
A tender sea rocks my boat
it is lulling me to sleep,
gentle breeze is like coat
I fall into it deep.
I trust this stormy water
I won't be on my own
endless waves sing softer
almost semi tone.
I love this sea, these seagulls
this noisy wind and sheer sky,
some stretched canvas on easel
and painting now is dyed.
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Jul 13, 2025
Jul 13, 2025 at 9:24 AM UTC
Anxiety tears at my heart,
it sickens my gut,
I leave this apart.
Bright picture in my mind,
it crept into my ears
so perfectly designed
to blend into the fears.
My teeth are gnashed in wrath
curse words are ringing loud
can't irreverse this path
but this is way I'm proud.
Breath in and out
anxiety just fades
feel softest ground
and all these darkest shades.
Through optics greet my target,
transform it’s brain to slush,
thick grass is like a carpet
I don't need all the rush.
Trajectory is known
I crawl away to dark
my scent's already blown
I leave no sign, no mark.
My shots between the heartbeat
I mix my breath to wind
reward for this is not sweet
they made me be that skilled.
I crawl, the plants are shaking -
assist from helping ghosts
You'll pay for what you're making
you'll never be the host.
One bullet, breath, ballista,
the vultures will have feast
They'll say that you resisted.
but who believes to beasts?
The peace throughout my body
it's way to fall asleep.
I have to work that stoutly
for freedom that we keep.
Jun 17, 2025
Jun 17, 2025 at 1:33 PM UTC
Spacious silence, I inhale her sweetish scent.
She’s so close, here, internal.
The dawn reveals the horizon,
I can't help but breathe her.
Vermilion clouds disperse where
I will meet her again.
Stars twinkle elsewhere,
the darkness recedes and somewhere behind
I hear the last whispers of the night.
These whispers merge with the rhythm of my heart.
I was with her,
I surrendered to her gloom,
it covered my skin, I inhaled it.
Every beat of my heart resonated with her breath.
The stars faded in my eyes
and I slowly sank in her rhythms.
So high.
Pain no longer mattered.
I devote.
The sun will rise quickly,
blue and white fragments of clouds will fly away
to rain down and vanish into infinity.
Silence seeps in the sounds of a new day.
She is still on my mind.
Our moment is eternal.
She is glaring and majestic.
She lures birds,
makes them return again and again,
lie down on her flows and
slowly die forgetting about food.
Her depth is infinite.
Love.
The wind passes her power.
Storms, waves and the earth -
everything is for her.
She gives and takes back.
And only at the edge
I will look in her eyes.
She will appear with a cry of a rain,
shed unrestrained tears,
the wind will be lost in the agony of fire.
Her mad rage is frightening.
But few know her as I do.
Few believe that she is the love,
to which everyone is doomed.
She is riotous,
frenzied and mysterious.
Her gaze freezes the blood.
When the next night comes,
the moon will cover shadow with cold rays,
I will give all my feelings to its obscurity.
I bow down to her.
She totally fascinated me.
A gentle touch,
A faint smile,
she will smudge
the night sky.
She will weave a wreath
of clouds and stars.
She finally crowns me with that beautiful wreath.
Death.
May 29, 2025
May 29, 2025 at 1:34 PM UTC
Unforgettable days described
on a scroll
soaked with sin.
Toxín.
Bright and smart,
she was so alive,
pure beauty of life.
He took all he could gain
showing her just disdain,
whispered words
that she wants,
getting under her skin
but toxín.
And she heard
that her fate
is a widow from now,
silent vow.
So let it begin
with toxín.
He thought that woman like her
won't be able to leave,
will be silent, naive
and consent just to live
next to him -
so relentless and grim.
Just to serve,
just to live in the shadow,
just to try to deserve.
Feigning grin.
Who is he to get those vague jokes
about toxín?
He thought he would drink to the bottom,
but drops flowed down the glass.
Why this soul is so rotten?
Why he incessantly looks at
her silhouette?
Why he's searching for rhyme like poet?
Now he lurched..
Her toxín is his end.
The stars will go out,
his rough desire to hear her voice like tweet,
feel her touch, hear her sound...
She won't be there anymore,
she will never give treat,
and he won't ignore
broken bound.
Every minute is poisoned.
Toxin.
The morning is dawning,
the wind scatters birds,
and now he is calling
to say that he loves.
A fragment of her heart will be healing,
she knows.
Infernal existence,
time flows,
and he's full of faith
whispers name.
Does he know that his distance
is passing away?
She cries and asks how to live,
she's sincere in tears -
she needs time to relieve.
He did hold her..
No way,
every hour was poisoned,
so he had once to pay.
One of them had to
take all that toxin.
Jan 24, 2025
Jan 24, 2025 at 4:50 AM UTC
Grief enfolds her shoulders
and her eyes look down
at all of those soldiers
under the ground.
Her thoughts fly
to the shadows around
who softly pass by
and frost all the sounds.
Rows of flowers will bloom
in the yellow-blue colours,
feel the silence and gloom.
Will she ever recover?
Says whatever she wants,
looks in eyes through the picture,
has no hope for response,
prays as said in the scripture.
She'll come later, bring some sweet.
How could she accept - this is it,
nothing left to complete?
How can her heart beat, how?
She is left with a vow,
who will love her from now?
An indifferent look at the stone,
all next minutes unknown.
Will she be all alone?
No more silly jokes again.
Sadness bowed her head.
All his deeds are not vain.
Rows of flags wave her grief,
truth is hardest belief
which you've got to achieve.
Unfortunately, pits are still empty
waiting.
She quietly reads words on bands,
stands.
She will say about devotion,
implosion.
She talks but he will not talk back.
Fact.
He lies with his brothers,
she'll live with some other,
A life is a moment,
it's not her atonement,
she isn't that weak,
just fatigue.
--
Ukrainian:
Журба за плечі обійма
і погляд опустився.
Прийшла в життя її зима,
немов кошмар явився.
Думки летять її туди,
де тихо ходять тіні
і від замерзлої води
проступить білий іній.
Ряди квіток цвітуть завжди
у жовто-синій гамі,
прийдеш помовчати сюди,
під цими прапорами.
Кажи що хочеш і дивись
в ці очі крізь світлину,
за спокій тихо помолись,
надійся на спочинок.
Ще прийдеш потім, принесеш
солодкого й смачного.
Як прийняти, що це вже все
і не вернеш нічого?
Як серцю далі битись, як?
скажіть їй хтось як жити.
Чи зможе хтось її ще так,
так сильно полюбити?
Чи засміється ще вона
від радості єднання?
Байдужий погляд, бо одна
в тяжких переживаннях.
Не скаже більше він, на жаль,
своїх невдалих жартів,
схилила голову печаль -
вона тепер на варті.
Ряди за обрій прапорів,
що майорять від туги,
розкажуть істину без слів
про болі, про наруги.
Пустують ями ще, на жаль,
чекають побратимів,
яких віддати мають нам -
ми віримо - живими.
Слова типові на стрічках
вона читає тихо,
побачити б в отих словах
для цього болю вихід.
Сказала б ще раз про любов
і як його чекала,
та думка холодила кров:
вона цю долю знала.
Ще поговориш ти, та він
вже більше не озветься,
востаннє зробиш ти уклін
розірваному серцю.
Він не один лежить,
вона ж одна піде додому.
І день як мить,
і рік як мить,
життя як мить,
лиш втома.
Jan 16, 2025
Jan 16, 2025 at 6:21 AM UTC
I will live in spite:
I will be proud of life,
I will cherish the warmth
It will have many forms.
I will fight
I leave all the pain aside.
I will live in spite:
You'll find light in my eyes
And wherever it lies
It will grow and thrive.
I will live in spite
If you want to destroy me
You'll **** my body
but my spirit will be alive!
--
Ukrainian:
Я житиму назло:
пишатимусь собою,
плекатиму тепло,
що жевріє в неволі
і як би не звело
сміятимусь від болю.
Я житиму назло:
в очах цих буде світло
і де б не залягло -
там виросте й розквітне.
Я житиму назло,
захочеш мене вбити:
ти тіло умертвиш,
та дух мій буде жити!
Jan 9, 2025
Jan 9, 2025 at 3:37 AM UTC
Не впіймаєш в небі хмари ти ніколи!
В одну воду в річку двічі не зайдеш,
не зупиниш ти руками вітра в полі
і вогню в воді не розведеш.
І вам, ординцям, нас не подолати,
а війна ця вам погибель принесе.
Ми є нащадки скіфів і сарматів -
свобода й воля в нас понад усе.
А ще в нас предки арії великі
і їхня мудрість з нами навіки,
а ваші пра-пра-пра - то гуни дикі,
і ви лиш руйнувати мастаки.
І вам, убогим, це не зрозуміти,
що українська лиш земля
таких титанів здатна народити,
що не залишать й сліду від кремля.
А зараз ми вас, гади, проклинаєм:
ми не пробачимо ніколи вам!
В віках хай радість, щастя
вас завжди минають.
Хай буде так!
Над вами жахи сметрі хай витають,
хай вас утоплять ваші болота,
хай біль і горе вас не покидають!
Хай буде так!
Ми вас, катів, кругом знайдемо,
ви не сховаєтесь в своїх лісах,
в вериги ваші вас ми закуємо
і буде так!
А Україна, наша рідна мати
розправить крила як у небі птах,
благословенна богом
буде процвітати.
І буде так,
най буде так!
Jan 5, 2025
Jan 5, 2025 at 6:11 AM UTC
I don't need all these words
I don't want all the proofs
The things which have occurred
Are turning to absurd.
Emotions do refute,
Experience is true,
These souls all are ****
Not enemies for you.
And what you did you knew.
You broke all laws
Whilst envy our moral
This grief you caused
Is evil of beyond.
Why waiting no response?
Explosions of your bombs
Are patiently calmed.
You say that black is white
And call us for negotiation
You name it's situation
No wrong no right
You call my land location
Depreciate my nation.
The only questionʼs why.
Dec 28, 2024
Dec 28, 2024 at 12:09 PM UTC
Quietly in the forest
submissively being smallest
pines stand.
The snow covers land,
it hides pines from evil,
and cools down fever.
Everything in the forest is numb,
waiting for the sun.
When will spring come?
The trees propped up heavy sky,
but cold winter will cry
with melted snow ...
... and then die.
Birds don't sing
waiting for spring
and the wind died down.
But spring is coming
helping the wind to blow out
this snow.
This ice will melt and then flow,
the ground will soak up all blood.
The nature renews
and young grass will grow though mud.
And storms then will shake
mercilessly these trees
and all bad just with ease.
Then flowers will bloom
letting world come alive,
and mentions of gloom all will dry
letting nature to thrive.
--
(Ukrainian)
Спокійно у лісі
Покірно під снігом
Сосни стоять.
Той сніг як завіса
Сховає від зла,
Нехай собі сплять.
Все в лісі завмерло,
Чекає на сонце,
Весни ще нема.
Дерева підперли
Небо важке,
Холодна зима.
Птахи не співають,
Чекають весни
І вітер притих.
Весна наступає
Ще вітер роздує
Цей сніг.
Розтане цей лід
Кров в землю піде
Як вода
Оновиться світ
Трава наросте
Молода.
І бурі прийдуть
Розструсять нещадно
Цей ліс
Погане зметуть
Дощем все освятять
Наскрізь.
Квітки зацвітуть
І все оживе,
Це краса.
Тихенько підуть
Всі згадки зими
В небеса.
Dec 27, 2024
Dec 27, 2024 at 11:37 AM UTC