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 Dec 2024 Nobody
Tat
Minutes float by like water
you pass your quiet days,
difficult thoughts becoming hotter
don't drown, dear, into fault
it's just a phase,
just put your
bad and good on place.

Your thoughts fly like the wind
but it doesn't fan your fire,
your years just ticking away.
When will you require
that sincere naive fairy tale
to fade into grey?

You take your path as a road
which weaves like a wreath
and, after all it is slowed
to boring, joyless dance,
you feel wholly disturbed
like in sad episode.

Obediently, like a clock your heart goes
that is life-weary
and faith inside it froze,
it is weak being teary.

And your faith in a dream is in mind
it used to be joyful in flight,
but you're confused in a fight
with your fears which like beasts
lay in wait to eat you or bite.

But you, my love, have your time
to catch up with your dreams
just move on, try to climb
to the sky,
overcome all the frights.

Dreams will always be yours!
Spread your wings to take off
take whatever you want and know
that dreams will destroy all the flaws.

--
(Ukrainian)

Спливають, як вода, хвилини.
ти проживаєш тихо дні:
складні думки, тяжкі години..
в тих днях ти тонеш у вині,
ти розкладаєш по площинах
думки веселі і сумні.
летять як вітер ті думки,
та не роздує він багаття,
лиш тихо жевріють роки,
а в тих роках пусті заняття,
наївні, щирі, мов казки.
та йдуть в нікуди ті стежки.

Стежки сприймаєш за дорогу,
яка плететься, мов вінок,
та, зрештою, вона убога -
нудний, безрадісний танок,
і він ще й сповнений тривоги,
що встряла в серці, мов клинок.
покірно, як годинник, йде
те зморене життям серденько,
бо в ньому віра - більш ніде -
подавлена і вже слабенька.

То віра в мрію, що в думках
колись так радісно буяла,
та ти заплуталась в страхах,
які, мов звірі, чатували,
щоб ти здалась, щоб ти упала.

Та ти, любима, маєш час,
щоб свою мрію наздогнати,
бо кожне серце має шанс
та сили, щоб жахи здолати.
біжи до неї, доганяй,
вона твоя і буде завжди!
Розправ вже крила і злітай,
бери що хочеш, просто знай,
що мрії нищать негаразди.
 Dec 2024 Nobody
Tat
Moon
 Dec 2024 Nobody
Tat
The sun has not yet set
but he is big and red,
majestically is swimming in the sky.
As a landlord he flies
ans sends cold rays to every window.

And silver stars are calling our moon to dance of darkness.
And the vehement wind will join the dance, and chant with him. Catharsis.

That song is quiet, that song chimes
and trees wil chant these rhymes.
and cold clouds will shadow for a moment
our moon but they don't want to hide it.

Then they step back, and he is on top:
he’s calm, majestic, rich.
Lord of the shadows, he will never stop,
as if he wants to turn into a witch.

He soaks up all the dark, enlightens bad
and when the time comes, he’ll send
a dream to who is chosen.
He’ll never take what’s noones’.

So he festively passes in heaven,
sanctifying everything below,
he dictates his way like baron
until the morning dew will flow.

The nature is quiet, the clouds fly
scattered in the sky like wadding.
And owls no longer cry
in woods, no longer calling.

--
(Ukrainian)
Ще сонце не сіло, а він вже пливе:
великий, червоний, пихатий,
проміння холодне він мовчки зашле
як ґазда, до кожної хати.

А зорі сріблясті, мов в танець пітьми,
наш місяць собі зазивають.
І вітер шалений примкне до юрми
і пісню нічну заспіває.

Ту пісню ледь чутно, та пісня бринить,
дерева йому підспівають,
а хмари холодні затулять на мить
наш місяць, але не сховають.

А потім відступлять, а він вже вгорі:
спокійний, величний, багатий.
Володар тіней, він прийде на поріг,
неначе щось хоче забрати.

Не візьме чужого, все темне вбере,
погане собою осяє.
Як прийде пора, свій сон він нашле:
щасливі, кого обирає.

І так він святково пройде в небесах
все знизу собою освятить.
Аж поки не впаде ранкова роса
він буде свій лад диктувати.

Природа затихла, вже хмарки пливуть,
розкидані в небі як вата,
і пугачі більше до лісу не звуть,
бо сонцю живому вставати.
 Dec 2024 Nobody
Tat
It had to be summer and harvest
but time that had come is the hardest
long winter has come,
I feel like I'm numb.

These days would be a vacation,
but millions will never return,
they wanted for me isolation
but my borders expand.

They fired at us,
but phoenix reborn,
no sense to discuss
mother tongue.

They plucked our flowers
"forbade" us to live,
our scatter through world now empowers
to remember and never forgive.

They plucked our flowers
"forbade" us to live,
our scatter through world now empowers
to remember and never forgive.

Stones and sand fly from under the wheels,
wherever this terrible road leads
it's a one-way ticket of fate
for them to the end, for us is to win.

--
(Ukrainian):
Це мали бути літо та жнива,
це мало бути щастя та турбота,
та склалася, на жаль, зима,
в очах тепер не радість, а скорбота.

Були б ці дні відпусткою для нас,
та не повернуться, на жаль, мільйони.
Вони хотіли відібрати у нас час,
а вийшло, що розширили кордони.

Вони робили нам вогневий вал,
а ми як фенікс ся рождали,
самі перекладаються слова
на мову, що раніше зневажали.

Вони зривали наш рожевий цвіт,
красиво жити нам “забороняли”,
а ми розпорошились на весь світ,
і їх відтоді звідусіль ганяли.

Із-під коліс летить каміння і пісок,
куди б не вела ця страшна дорога,
від долі це в один кінець квиток,
їм до кінця, а нам - до перемоги.
 Dec 2024 Nobody
Tat
Storm
 Dec 2024 Nobody
Tat
The wind blows so hard,
my element boils
and throws out anger.
A storm covered the sky,
breaks thin stems,
throws fire with clangor.
Black clouds froze
carrying thunder blows
and heavy rains.
The wind rises
everything from below
and drowns all into flames.

But the storm will not last forever
it will pass rhythmically
and melt into space.

--
(Ukrainian)
Так сильно вітер віє,
бурлить моя стихія
Несе назовні гнів.

Гроза закрила небо
згинає тонкі стебла,
кидає в них вогні.

Застигли чорні хмари
несуть громи, удари
дощі йдуть проливні.

Підійме вітер вгору
все знизу і додолу
все топить у багні.

Гроза не буде вічно
пройде вона ритмічно
й розтане в тишині.
 Dec 2024 Nobody
Liana
Dark
 Dec 2024 Nobody
Liana
My bedroom is dark


Like the place my mind takes me to when I wonder off
(This note was written by a bottle of water that if you drink from you'll only be able to speak through song after)
 Dec 2024 Nobody
Liana
I miss my old home

My room
With my couch as a bed
And the walls I hand-painted blue because the yellow was ***** and ugly
With the spot on the wall I wrote my name on when I was seven

The thin walls I could always hear my dad sobbing and yelling through
The thousands of records and things of his dead mother that he kept
Especially his mother's plates which he only took out on birthdays

I miss "the music room" filled with instruments
Damaged wooden floors
And walls completely covered with paintings I've been making ever since I was five

I miss the big tree in our front yard
The one I would hug whenever I was sad when I was younger
The one I cried at on those last four nights

I miss the old floors
How I knew exactly where they would squeak
How I always used to get splinters from them

I miss the green sofa in our living room
The one ripped up by cats
My spot when I would watch TV

And I miss my desk
It was where I painted
It was the victim to all of my obsessions excluding this year
Every one left it's mark on it

It's filled with all my memories
It was where I always came back to
And now I don't live there anymore

We didn't keep our house
My dad kicked us out
Though apparently I'm "welcome anytime"
The last time I was there I wanted to cry
It was a junk yard
It looked and smelled like a crime

I miss my home
Just thinking about it my eyes water
I hate being sentimental like that
I can't help it though
I miss my home
This is really long, sorry

(This note was written by a dream you don't remember but scared you out of your mind)
A lone wolf on a mountain
A fish falling down a fountain
A butterfly on a flower
A shark about to devour
A man on a tower
About to meet his death
On his last breath
About to fall to the ground
And people crowd around
The man frowned
This was how he ended his life
Death has the feeling of a blunt knife
Yet the wolf, fish, butterfly and shark
Are still living
Outliving the dominant creature on earth
Do we have no self-worth?
Giving life away so quickly
Because it got a little sickly
 Dec 2024 Nobody
Liana
I am here on earth
Technically

I am in my mind though constantly
And that's the reality

Unfortunately
Being in your head
When it clearly hates you
Is exhausting

The overthinking
Doubting
Repeating that same words over and over again
Guilt for things you didn't do
Morbid thoughts about someone killing your family
Intrusive thoughts about stepping on to the road

"They're not realistic"
You tell yourself
But still inside believe that they could be



It's like if you always were eating the same food
Everyday
Every second
And you don't like it
It makes you feel sick

I feel sick
All
The
Time

Both mentally
And physically

Please release me from my head
My hands hurt from trying to break the bars
But don't do it like I do
Where I end up kind of not feeling anything at all

"Is this because you are a part of me?"
I wonder
Maybe
Maybe not
This is so messy, I decided not to edit it. Sorry

(This note was written by checkers print in calming colors for your pleasure)
 Dec 2024 Nobody
Sora
Another Memory
 Dec 2024 Nobody
Sora
I watched him walk away
fading into the misty gray

A sense of sadness
Ballooned up inside
and swelled and swelled
until tears met my eyes.
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