9 poems in the form of a gallery, which are an integral part of the story ONE WHOLE - one author, one atmosphere.
(poetry, gothic, psychology, philosophy, self-knowledge) © Ship Shard
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Video preview here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ami_EcUvwV0
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Thanks to Fenix Li for the videos, drawings and inspiration.
Violetta Wennman - YouTube, Tik Tok Girls for posting the video.
My most sincere thanks to the reader. Thank you.
Attention! This is machine translation. For this reason, there are errors in the translation. The author does not have enough experience to translate the poetic form.
The original publication of the Melody of despair and hopelessness https://dzen.ru/a/YDgkF_5a736xftj- in the Zen blog https://dzen.ru/shipshard
Full version - story and poems ONE WHOLE - https://dzen.ru/media/shipshard/edinoe-celoe-6035e6cc756eeb31f0f03635
The twilight warms the ray of dawn.
A ray of dawn warms the twilight,
Lost in the shroud.
Day after day, summer passes ...
again thoughts of spring.
Somewhere out there, on the wings of the wind,
They see off flocks of days:
The hour of sunset, the moment of enlightenment ...
Tear-off calendars
Forgotten Pages,
Turned into foliage,
Like a string of moments
They cover the void
Overflowing burden
A pile of years, an arrow of adversity...
a proud descent, a time of goodbyes
And a broken flight...
Timid morning tried on the shadow.
Timid morning tried on the shadow;
Yesterday's tears are waiting for gilding ...
Raring to burn through the clouded captivity
A ray conquering the sky heights.
June haze the colors of winter
Melts like feelings, unable to withstand the light.
The night awakened familiar dreams,
Who lived next to me until dawn...
The moon hides in a pale impression
A crater of love that attracts glances.
From the south, a wave creeps through the leaves:
A tremulous exhalation of gentle coolness.
The color is waning: minutes, years ...
no, sunsets do not tolerate delays.
The water will wash away with an autumn stream
Everything I wanted so much once.
The past time calls the silence
of the Distant colors of the illusory world -
Juicy sunrise fills the country -
The one where she was loved and loved...
Quarter to midnight.
A quarter to a night, curled up at the edge,
Under a pile of decaying years,
I leave touches of warm tears to the winds,
As a symbol of the coin curse.
Questions on the walls of an empty glass
Dry from the thirst for senseless spending.
The answers are like candy wrappers from dusty magazines
The ranks were replenished on the crumpled block.
Just pull out your soul and you can stroke it
Crimson signs at the cross-section of worlds.
The steel elixir that allows you to fall
The fire will lick, burning the blood.
And take out the limp sweet pity,
He will cling to her flesh, hearing the plea, -
Rip it all the way through so that there are no feelings left,
And squeeze out all the pain, shuddering in delirium...
Catch in unearthly vice.
Catch in unearthly vice
The thorny captivity of your freedom.
Torment, thirsting for one thing,
That everything will be erased by stealth over the years.
Pray in the fire of your dreams
Not noticing the road to the goal,
Painting hot canvases
In the folds of an abandoned bed.
Your final sadness
The summoned larvae relish,
And the cracked grail cries
Through the prism of detached karma.
Extinguishing the weakness with a negligee,
Cursing invisible shadows,
You call on the past in your soul,
Besides, the given will not change...
And the dark eyes have a magical light, -
He is eternal for circles of deception...
"Have you had a dream where there is no life?
Loved someone I won’t become?”
I look back into the old pool.
I look back into the old pool,
Turning into nowhere.
But it doesn't reflect love
Cloudy water.
Drowns tears at dawn,
Overflowing the banks
And the sediments of centuries
Covers the moan of the winds.
At the lost edge
At the intersection of roads,
But fate doesn't let me go
Beyond the drawn threshold...
Beckons into the abyss, dragging
For bottomless years,
Repeating with a bitter echo:
"No. It won't. Never.",
In the marshy backwater of the azure,
A surging wave...
The heart fell asleep alive
Under the veil of a veil.
He can’t even shake off the snow,
Don't notice that the earth
Exchanged summer bliss
To the chilled fields
Infinite Gap
In a stopped clock.
Only fire from ice burned
Eternal autumn in the eyes...
I look back into the old pool,
Turning into nowhere.
But in vain I burned the darkness
Flying star.
A moment - and the road back is erased.
...A moment - and the road back is erased,
And only the skin can read the secret writing of the lips.
The moonless night was sheltered by the eyes,
The color of the winter skies is a disturbing shadow of passion.
The breath of dreams was scooped up by the soul,
Desperately drinking pleading moans.
In captivity between the fires, you can no longer hold back the trembling,
And the mind slides, giving in to the tilt.
A lost look calls to madness,
Seasoned with flashes of hell and heaven.
Your drowning world is compressed in the rings of lust,
In the boiling waves, the pain of doubt caresses.
I will shred the glaciers of emptiness,
Ruthlessly break into the prisons of desires,
Teasing your blood, not letting it drain
With a painfully sweet, tearing edge.
Cover your heart under the mask of love -
At the gunpoint of seconds I will feel eternity.
I know what your lips are asking for,
What every nerve whispers excitedly.
So close that life is thrown around in your hands,
Having saturated the fire to the brim of perfection,
Throwing in return only debunked fear
And a bitter prick through the fragments of bliss...
My Angel, how hard it is to lie in silence,
Invisible contact illusory looking.
You know that you will come back to me again
Obediently handing over the seal of your secret.
And again the pain will rise, wandering in dreams,
In hopes that the path of life will be summed up,
My last breath will be reflected in my eyes,
The chill of the winter sky multiplies tears...
Under the sweet pulse of irreconcilability.
Under the sweet pulse of irreconcilability
Static cold squeezed the ardor.
There is a hint of permission in the eyes
I lowered the bar for pride.
cacophonous touch
Along the edge of a dormant string
Caught in the exhalation of consciousness
Courage of an inhaled wave.
A casual gesture with a touch of power
The barrier of protest caught
Trembling through the needles of passion,
Depriving the pain of its last strength.
Barely restraining the body's response,
The pressure of the played out struggle,
He poured out the nectar, thrusting boldly,
A crazy moment in a twist of fate.
The peals of happiness bent the axle,
Implanting flesh into the remains of tears.
A moan is strung together with kisses,
Piercing right through the universe.
Light lies on the edge of darkness.
Light lies on the edge of darkness,
Mleya in midnight velvet,
As if in the marble of the moon
The heart of the night has been sculpted.
Passion through the cold of beauty,
In silent confession...
The heat of the sun in captivity of dreams
Tamed love's radiance.
The rays have faded
Indifferently contemplating,
How the soul sheds tears,
Taking in an alien world.
Juice milky crystal
Impregnated with a shadow pattern.
Euphoria and sadness
We met for a moment.
To fit one into a chord
Riot of hysterical suffering,
Ascended to the heights
A fragile consciousness.
Where there are secret prayers
They pierced high and froze,
Speckling the captivity of fate
Dots of stardust...
The edge of heaven is still bitter,
Hot and cold,
To give fragile light,
Only one who has comprehended sensuality.
Behind the loop of sticky lines -
The bottom of salted illusions.
The selfishness of love is cruel,
Inspired by the muse's potion.
Who is ready to hear the pain,
Let it be fake, it doesn’t matter
He, hooked on love,
The thirst of the abyss will not be quenched.
Grasping the past
Won't fill the emptiness
Breaking everything sacred
About the altar of your dreams.
Vainly bridging the gap
A dehydrated river
We tirelessly dull
The steel of fatal loss...
And in the warmth of the night sun
We hide the knife that stifled the scream,
Until the abyss closes,
Consuming ourselves too...
...Brought the light closer behind the screen of darkness
Two fires in distant hearts,
Became the marble of the moon,
Smiling in the windows.
My hero.
My Hero is soaked in blood
From a tormented soul.
A clear halo above your head
Dulled by sweet lies.
Demon of Evil, Guardian of Hell,
Is this about you?
If so, retribution will come
For all the dead, loving...
Viscous captivity in the delirium of confusion,
What do we know about ourselves?
Selling for inspiration
The joy of life on earth.
Ice of Fire, My Creation!
Who helped let you in?
- You yourself, your aspiration
- Connect passion and pain.
We've been looking for him for a long time
In unconscious fervor,
Submerged unnoticed
Heart into a black hole.
The path is open, the crops have risen,
Hidden in the depths
Tenderness hurts more and more,
Bursting out of my chest.
He's inside, but you didn't know
That he lived by your longing,
Reflecting your essence
In the diversity of humanity.
The pain is poisoning drop by drop,
He found the keys to you
Opening my soul wide open
For the monastery in the night.
Threads of tears will fill the veins,
The voice of the flesh cannot be silenced.
We are exiles from Eden,
Those who wished to suffer.
The crunch of the heart is his salvation,
The bitterness of the day is its stamp.
We are given into oblivion,
Intertwine Light and Darkness.
A hundred deaths breathed on you.
The line of depravity is thin.
Hopelessness was dissolved
We are in the aesthetics of sin.
The soul listened to a wonderful dream,
Flying into pieces
But I didn’t want to weaken
The coveted vice...
My hero is already yesterday,
Only the wounds will not heal.
Blood and Poison flow into the cup,
To drink it again.
Poems for the story One Whole.
drawings and photos of Fenix Li
The original publication of the Melody of despair and hopelessness https://dzen.ru/a/YDgkF_5a736xftj- in the Zen blog https://dzen.ru/shipshard
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