Archive for the ‘Pain’ Category

Sayonara, Gospoda.

Hope and dreams flushed away.

Disillusionment and pain,

my remains.

Life

and

decay.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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O, Katyusha,

what was (so beautiful!)

and what could have been

(more and beyond!)

gone,

like the rocket’s red glare,

high

in the night sky.

(O, how I wanna go back!

And forward, somehow…)

But alas,

I’m so sad,

the ship has apparently sailed.

And I am alone,

and feeling

incomplete,

without you.

All I can do is stare into space,

imagining that you are too.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Oozing with a sense of injustice,

every painful step, my feet feel bruised, pummelled, they throb.

Every glimpse out the window, a stab in the heart,

a reminder,

a betrayal.

Inconsiderate, self-absorbed, hateful humanity.

Perfidy takes many forms,

my friend,

strangers and fucked-up families.

The unending end.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

People,

the ultimate pawns.

Atomized

or collectivized,

deluded, denuded,

used,

despoiled, destroyed.

Pawns.

People:

expendable,

broken toys.

 

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You wake up and realize

that it’s a conspiracy…

They all know each other

(messed-up family,

inbred community,

missing humanity),

*indeed*, it’s a conspiracy,

and *you* are the enemy.

 

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They Push Me So Far… They Drive Me To The Edge, And Over…

Self-inflicted wounds,

they ruled.

Their decision on me,

imposed,

before and after the fact.

 

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I slept.

I woke up, heart racing,

body drenched in sweat,

wakeful nightmare,

painful memory,

in a cell with 11 other…

*criminals*.

Shit!

Is this how they see me?

Such filth!?

Hungry-looking, one flashed her teeth,

And came towards me with a shank.

… Sweet Jesus, help me!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Increasingly desperate,

I flail my arms,

I push buttons.

My intentions genuine,

ardent, needy.

The results,

inconsistent,

out of my hands.

Alas, despair…

People, systems,

no one cares!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Sometime during the TV commercials,

somewhere in between ads for life insurance, sports betting and pantyliners,

she decided to slit her wrists.

Driven to madness.

Society story.

The end.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

I don’t wanna be

a cum stain on history.

Pray, let me be *me*.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat