Dmytro from Trotskiev

Dmytro from Trotskiev Jul 2018

How many homes do I have?
If home is somewhere I stay most of the time, then, of course, I’ve only got one, and none cares if I love it or not.
And if home is somewhere I’d love to be, where walls and people always seem to welcome me, then I’ve got plenty al around Kiev and it’s neighboring small towns.
And if it’s somewhere I belong, then I was born homeless and will probably stay like this till the end.
So, please, my dear strangers, choose whichever answer you like.

Dmytro from Trotskiev Jul 2018

Send ghosts to me (prayer)

Oh,moon,
Send ghosts to me,
Of all of the people I think of,
Of all of the humans I sing of,
Of all of the souls I dream of,
Oh, moon,
Send ghosts to me,
Of those who’d scream frightened of the dark,
Of those who’d speak a wild lot in the dark,
Of those who’d wake me when it’s no more dark,
Oh, moon,
Send ghosts to me,
So we hug in here for hours in my mind,
So we search in here for nothing in my mind,
So we wait in here for answers in my mind,
Oh, moon.

Dmytro from Trotskiev Jul 2018

Being(lullaby)

When the lights go out in the evening, when you are to sleep.
don’t be scared.
I beg you .
For there will at least one more being there to guard you.
Don’t be scared
I miss you,
You’ll never know how much I’d love to be that being
Don’t be scared
I assure you,
And if you’re alone, you are a being, your mind’s a shield.
Don’t be scared
I ask you,
And once asleep, sleep tight, let’s each other in our dreams.

Sorry, absence, comrades, I was busy writing in my native languages... but I do hope to switch back and forth between all three from now on

Dmytro from Trotskiev Nov 2017

I remember

I remember the voices i wanted to hear more and more.
I remember our talks on that corridor’s old floor.
And I remember us watching stars while laying on pavement.
And I remember happiness being people, not a place or a moment.

#love

Dmytro from Trotskiev Oct 2017

Boat (lullaby)

Get under the blanket.
I’m starting to row.
Destination our is moon.
But wait for it to grow.

Don’t fall asleep just yet.
Try counting stars again.
For the winter is returnes soon.
And skies are brown then.

But the stream where we row,
He shines with the moon.
Can’t you the trees and flowers.
Some of roses still bloom.

As I row our boat gently,
You still stare at the skies.
With some immortalles in your hands.
Come on, now close your eyes.

#lullaby #boat #stream #midnight

Dmytro from Trotskiev Oct 2017

mad teacher

there she goes again,
mad teacher.
she goes to a place
forbidden by the preacher.

a graveyard with no names
or any crosses.
she goes there with a
wreath of roses.

nobody visits, folks don’t care.
but let dead ones take the blame.
and the reasons they’re dead
just remember not a name.

“why would i even memorize it.
it’s not like he’s a relative of mine”
oh, now she’s adding something
to that ignorant guy’s sweet wine.

there was a funeral and then mad
teacher was tried.
they pushed some questions,
but they were not replied.

to hard to prove some truth, eh.
they were to used to faking.
oh, my mad teacher, that
freedom’s yours for taking.

#she #teacher #****** #revenge

Dmytro from Trotskiev Oct 2017

Jealousy

jealousy
empty, restless
kills, pushes, stops.
Someone’s lie’s and ignorance’s result.
selfhatred.

#jealousy #pain