"hisss" poems
cut glass
warm whiskey
and shards of my throat
scratched cd’s
looping song lyrics
and numb background noise
get used to the soft sounds
grating
get used to the pitch
ringing
when the rest of the world
is silent
shush
hisss
please
don't wish
beds become harder
floors become softer
but it’s really all the same
my eyes are swollen
puffy, half open
all the time
all the same
windows to the soul
fogged up from too many people
rubbing and running
their hands all over
what’s not theirs to touch
and they don’t even realize
contact
brushing
absentmindedly touching
not just breaking
leaves glass
shards in my throat
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 3:42 PM UTC
it’s a time of hunger
and of plague
and of starling
the grasshoppers ate up the wheat
the water has another color
can’t be drunk
the children go to someone else’s doors
knock
but they do not answer them
and speak there
behind one crooked tree
something they speak
hisss the wind
that one at least knew
that he was tested
they were staying and speaking to him
even he was seeing
people
sticking needles
under the nails
but you have arms
both left one
and right one
and wrists
and fingers
and a hole
ignite your skin
the wind is from bellow
The original:
вятърът
това е време на глад
и на мор
и на тръгване
скакалците изядоха житото
водата има друг цвят
не може да се пие
децата ходят по чужди врати
тропат
но не им отварят
а говорят там
зад едно криво дърво
нещо говорят
съъъъ вятърът
онзи поне знаеше
че го изпитват
стояха и му говореха
дори виждаше
хора
да мушкат игли
под ноктите
а ти имаш ръце
и лява
и дясна
и китки
и пръсти
и дупка
запали кожата си
вятърът е отдолу
Translator Bulgarian-English: Vessislava Savova
rarebird
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Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 12:12 AM UTC
It's not hard to enter a house quietly
in the dark
when weary
and drunk
with beer cans
swinging in a bag
clunk, clunk, clunk,
and a takeaway box
awkwardly tucked under one arm
while teeth
clamp keys
on a ring
jingle, jingle-ling.
When you have to hold up the wall
in case it should fall
and the light switch
mysteriously
shifted further and further along.
And you can't escape the tune,
but forget the name of the song
something like
“la-de-la-la da-dum, dum ****
It's not hard to enter a house quietly
in the dark
when you live alone,
But,
If you don't
others will soon bawl
shout
and moan
“Will yah, keep it down;
what time d'you call this?”
It's then you find yourself giggling
at a joke
just understood
...hisss—sss-sss s....sss....s.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
When i see a kid laughing
When i feel my heartbeat
When my room is in mess
i feel happy ness
When i find my lost wallet
When i see my thesis going
When i feel rosy freshness
i feel happy ness
When i hear plane's grrr
When i hear cat's purr
When i listen snake's hisss
i feel happy ness
Happiness is in the air
Happy ness is everywhere
No one can make you happy
Except you
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC
Coiled gleaming, foiled scales
Cross the scathing desert sands
A gaping no mans land
An S shaped slither, Slides
The night quivers as it glides
How the spine does mesmerize
To prey that see those eyes
The fate of a torturous demise,
Dragged around and swaddled
Up up down and swallowed
Evil sounds it makes a hisss
a kisss of death upon ussss
Keeps usss honessst lisssten
Dart to see that armor glissten
Behind yellow eyes to scales so twisssted
Jan 16, 2017
Jan 16, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC