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Hard to breathe
Hard to see
Hard to speak
Hard for me

Cannot breathe
Cannot see
Cannot hear
Drowning deep

Don't know where
I could be
I feel fear
In the sea

I look above
Bubbles leave
I hit the ground
Here I sleep

My oxygen
Now deplete
Here I lie
Under the Sea
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Few... The Few! Is not enough!!!
Greed, a serpent’s fang so tough,
Sinks its teeth into the soul,
Ripping thought to ragged whole.

Then stupidity creeps near,
Turning life to crude veneer.
Wretched goals and vile desires
Fan the rot instead of fires.

Thus, a dead thing’s born anew —
One of many in the crew.
Evil’s legions, vast and vile,
Claim their kingdom for a while.

Beasts now rule this wretched sphere,
No free cheese remains, I fear.
Only lies and fears they spread,
Endless attacks — a reign of dread.


In Russian:

Зомбаки

Мало. Мало! Мало!! Мало!!!
Жадность как змеюки жало
Вп'илась, Душу убивая,
Ум в ошмётки превращая.

Следом подступила тупость,
Превращая жизДню в грубость.
А убогие стремленья
Довершают разложенье.

Получается мертвяк —
Рядовой средь Зла атак.
Так как оных большинство,
Мерзких ТВАРЕЙ торжество.

ТВАРИ управляют миром:
Редко уж бесплатным сыром —
Больше страхи через враки.
Нескончаемы атаки...
  Jan 17 Jimmy silker
Gaurav
Somewhere, I will find her—
The girl you used to be,
The one who held my hand
Her laughter will echo softly,
Unaware of the silence you left behind.

I will sit beside her,
On the edge of a love untamed,
And speak of the wreckage
You carved into me.
How your words, honed sharp with blame,
Cut through the tender spaces, I thought were safe.

She will listen,
Her heart breaking in places,
Her eyes will fill with tears,
Each drop a piece of her innocence
Falling away,
As I tell her how you abandoned
Everything she swore to protect.

Her voice will tremble like a brittle leaf,
“I would never—
I could never—
How could I become this?”
She will curse you,
But in there will be no anger—
Only grief.

Somewhere, she will hold the weight
Of what you’ve done.
And in her mourning,
She will look at me and whisper,
“I loved you once, with everything I had.”

I will not reply,
For somewhere, she already knows—
That love you left behind
Still clings to the pieces of me
You destroyed.

And as I walk away,
Leaving her to grieve
The person she thought she’d never lose,
I will wonder if somewhere— ?
  Jan 17 Jimmy silker
chen
Happiness is where challenges await.
You turn to what you hate.
Like lambs becoming wolves for life,
Abandoning innocence to survive.
Things always change.
Is it strange, or is it fate?
Or perhaps you simply grew,
Seeing the world from hue to blue.
this is dedicated to an old friend, who one day just drifted away from me with no explanation at all and until now, my heart remains incomplete... not knowing the reason made it harder for me to accept it, especially when i loved her so much... (as a best friend ofc)
  Jan 17 Jimmy silker
Rosas witten
Said something dense
Breathe in, breathe out
Face crossroads with thoughts

But eyes don't lie

Frown like a fiery pulse
Cold turns hot

Eyes don't blink
Through winds
A straight gaze
Not obstructed

In rain
Still unbreakable
Five minutes of fierceness

Till exit
Deadly thoughts calm down
Glare to glow
Stiff lessens

Else around
On best behavior

When you ask what just happened
Don't know the answer
The gold, velvet curtains
allow the sun to slip through,
contrasting the flat, make-shift fabric
that used to shield these rays.

Light dances on the fresh paint,
that clings to the sad, bare sheetrock
you shamelessly had on display.

With brushstrokes askew,
and a lively orange hue,
we tried to mask the dents–
remnant of her past rage.

We covered those scars
with our framed memories
and sentimental assets,
now side by side and entwined,
weaving our worlds into one.

This newfound atmosphere
clears the congestion in my chest,
and rejuvenates our spirits,
injecting a freshness
we thirstily absorb.

We're granted a reset,
for we’ve painted vibrance
onto a clean slate.
Jimmy silker Jan 17
What if there's an afterlife
For your energy
But not your consciousness  ?
Some part gets repurposed
Just not the part you guessed
The given of the hereafter
Is that you will be there
Some eternity felt in Devine ecstasy
Else endless strafed despair
Imagine being a suicide bomber
Happy to go beyond
And just before you press the button
The universe shows you you're  wrong
That you will not be rewarded
With what you think you'll get
You'll just be floating with the others
No joy and no regret.
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