Archive for the ‘Alone, At Sea…’ Category

Viewing Malevich's Black Square

I’m tired, so fundamentally tired,

disgusted by life in the Fallen World.

Complicated and violated,

exploited constantly,

meaning and purpose get lost.

In darkness,

I fall down.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Dozhd, Okno

How quickly it fades away,

leaving you with painful memories.

What was, and what is,

transient life.

How much help we need,

and kindness,

how much we don’t get.

Outside and left to own devices,

like a feral cat, first-time mother,

cold, dull, November day.

Life is pain.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

3D Glasses

Everybody is somebody.

Everybody is expected to be somebody.

Everybody expects you to be somebody.

Same.

Similar.

Different.

Fine line:

recognition,

detection,

rejection.

Detention.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Hot Air Balloon 1

Melancholy pervades today’s celebration.

Constant fragility.

Memories of yesterday,

betrayal and pain,

shaping tomorrow.

What hope?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

7.24 (1251)

I felt the need,

compelled,

by something beyond words

or “common sense”,

laws, societal reason

or public interests.

Indeed,

this is personal

and,

as such,

it is all important

and inexplicable to others.

Today, I continued breathing.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

1

I may have known the answer,

but that was yesterday.

Today I am confused and overcome

by feelings of futility.

I therefore try to forget the question

and its implications,

burdens I cannot now take.

… Inside,

I walk away.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Ocean, Immense & Bleak

I’m drowning.

Seriously,

it’s taking all my effort to tread water,

to survive.

And you, my loved one,

are more concerned about $1.30,

a triviality.

This is what it means to be human?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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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

 

 

 

 

 

Mirny

Emptiness,

when you realize you’re all alone in this world.

Vulnerable,

despite your best endeavours

to make connections.

Loneliness,

when you need someone to help,

but no reply, no hand to caress.

All that remains is an

empty hole,

a laxative for the soul.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

You reach out,

one way or another,

as best you can, here and now.

And in the resultant emptiness

you are reminded

how alone

and lost at sea

we actually are

(whether you realize it or not).

Happy New Year…

 

©SvetkaSamizdat