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Dzhentileski_ Melankholiya

*I*, am struggling with today.

*They*, are talking about tomorrow, excited and relishing prospects.

I want to forget anything beyond the past.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

St Nikolai ROC, Eklutna, Alaska

There’s a certain sadness,

when you realize,

that you’ve missed the boat.

And a different kind of sorrow,

when you acknowledge,

you never actually wanted to be on said boat.

Alas, the futility of life,

as constructed and manipulated

by the system,

things, like “king and country”,

embraced by majority,

cannon fodder, time and again,

wasted,

lives blasphemed,

yesterday’s ardor and reason,

as whispers, long forgotten.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Towel Thrown In, Boxing Ring

Tired of life,

it shows on his face.

Where once was joy and hope,

now not a trace.

Efforts to progress spat upon,

time and toil,

disappointment, betrayal,

all takes a toll.

(For this he was born?)

A world of hurt and pain,

exploitation and compromise,

where nothing is real or pure,

and everything is lies.

Futility and despair,

soul broken beyond repair.

Everything good has faded,

the future is oblivion,

welcome to jaded.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Doza alkogolia (Veltins)

Please do not condemn the quiet one,

they might seem morose,

look unkempt, rough…

Forgive them if they do not reply to your words,

in their sensitivity, they are repulsed by babble

and trivialities,

their minds are already full of conversation,

words and hurt…

They are thinking, it’s a compulsion,

feel pity for them.

If they look longingly at a bottle, do not criticize,

they are doing what they can

to survive.

 

(To be continued…)

               

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Dzhentileski_ Melankholiya

Lighthearted haiku,

to raise and improve my mood:

Yes, I’m still waiting …

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Wonder Wm chloroformed & kidnapped

“Living the Dream”?

Where I thought I wanted to be,

but it’s not what it should have been.

It’s been bruised and spattered,

descrated and shattered.

People and situations, systems and forces

have intervened.

And it’s gone,

like a hazy morning dream

gets forgotten on waking.

Living the dream?

It’s a real nightmare!

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

2014.01.29

Nothing is impossible,

it seems,

except improvement

of situation.

 

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2017-07-08, 2335.55

Everybody but me

seems intrinsically happy,

satisfied,

moods improved by sunshine and warmth.

This apparent reality depresses me even more,

isolated,

feeling nauseous to the core,

violated.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Fetal Position 2

Quiet desperation?

Somewhat true,

my pain manifests quietly

on the outside,

like: I don’t want to talk,

as,

explaining pain

hurts some more again.

I sigh,

and walk away.

Inside though,

is a cacophony

of grotesque,

blasting noise,

on and on and on,

torturing,

deafening

and deadening

my soul.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Crumbling edifice

washed away,

piece by piece,

falling rain.

Shit! We’re all fake.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat