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Here are two different poems. But the difference isn't in the words and their selection, arrangement, but in something else – guess what it is :) Beast I am the one who runs only on all fours, Who sweeps away tracks with its tail, From whom comes such a mysterious scent, Who doesn't search for food for long, Who tears at the carcass of a deer, Who devours the heart of an enemy, And whom, among the green plants, A person will never find… I am the one who clamps its teeth on a throat, Tearing clothes to shreds. From my silent gait, People and beasts lose hope… I am the one who runs in the dark forest, The one who loves to eat alive, Who considers hunting a game, And who loves to play it… I am the one who watches from the darkness, Piercing you with my eyes, The one you are very afraid of, Who always attacks from behind… I will come for you… Wish May the morning begin as usual, When you want to get out of bed; May the sun outside the window, as always, Greet you with a smile; May that summer never end, Where you can meet your friends, So that they shine with bright rays, When you see them stronger; May old memories Be shrouded in a dense fog; May those who love you, know you, Surround you with attention And kind, gentle care, Who forgive your pranks.

It didn't even fade away. This time – it's utter nonsense. =)

Whoever doesn't sleep on a Sunday morning,
Whoever jumps up at dawn,
Whoever had dynamite placed under their pillow at night,
They have a bad head,
Throwing their pillow away,
Turning their back to the sky,
They gather their skeleton...
Ghosts of dirty streets fly into their windows,
After Friday's revelry,
Unable to sleep properly...
The brain simmers a little,
The network of neurons rustles,
It whistles and releases steam –
It's time to make some tea...
The eye is a little out of place –
It's tired after the whole week,
The poor thing worked hard,
Maybe it's better without it?...
And the pillow was still lying there,
Slowly bleeding,
Delighting in inattention,
Enjoying the emptiness...
But it was interrupted, so brazenly,
Tearing apart the balls of thoughts,
With a wild squeal and tap dance,
With a quiet knock on consciousness,
With a predatory tinny grin,
A round pink alarm clock...

Don't judge too harshly:o

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I love you so much
I tell you when we meet,
that you are my only dream,
that I will always be faithful.
That I will never forget
your smile, your eyes,
always so honest
that I fell in love with...

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For some reason, I can't sleep
at night, for some reason
I dream of love
flying somewhere
my soul, and
there... only
suffering awaits...

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How hard it is to be alone,
how hard it is for me not to love
when my heart longs for freedom
when I just want to live...
forgive me for interfering with your life
forgive me for writing,
but I love and adore you
and I can't live without you..

Remember death
For it is near
Remember death
For it watches over you
Remember it and always remember
That one day it will take your soul forever
There will be no life, only it will be felt
A cold, bony hand
And your candle of life will be extinguished forever

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The angel of Death appeared in my dream
To tell me about my unhappy fate
And Death tells me
That my soul is not destined to go to heaven with the angels.
I will have to suffer and burn in eternal flames,
Thus regretting my sins

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Someone is always near me
Watching with a stern gaze,
Trying to understand me
Trying to know the pain in my soul.

Maybe, maybe it's from above,
Or someone from below
Is watching over me
Guiding me

One leads me to heaven,
So that I go to the light.
The other wants to destroy me,
To renew the pain in my soul and completely kill me.

The one who is near me
Leads with an invisible hand
Along the path to my destiny
For the good of my soul

And now I have gone to the light,
I know that I don't believe it.
Now I flutter,
Like a butterfly I fly

But if it were not so
And it became like this
I would be a ghost of the night
Moonlight would penetrate through me.

I would sit in the forest and sharpen my scythe
I would sit on a raven-horse and ride to where
Need is needed.

To take someone's soul,
To end a life
And then to grieve greatly

I don’t know how many years old I am, I know that I am too young to die, but too old for life. I remember the time when we sat in the yard, face to face and eye to eye, you sat on the other side of the summerhouse… but you could feel every beat of my heart, and you knew that it was racing. Then I took your hand and looked into your eyes, and I said: “They are as beautiful as the sky.” We were together for ages, it felt like we were outside of time. Then, after only two f**ked days, I will die in your heart, but we couldn’t stop the great ocean of love. We didn’t play with feelings like they were toys; it was wonderful, but I’m gone, and all that we had is a f**ked loneliness. Then I think, why didn’t I die?!
Bitch! My life is a f**ken shit without your love!

I wrote this rap this summer for my girlfriend, my ex…:(
Maybe someone will like it, or maybe I shouldn’t have posted it….

Night

Full moon and a branch
A black brushstroke on the grass,
A fair-haired tablet
In the sickly blue of the sky,
The wild fears of the night,
A crown of carved clouds,
The heady shadows of empty walls -
The end of gray autumn...
Someone sleeps in deep oblivion,
Someone dreams in reality,
Someone believes in providence,
Someone howls at the moon,
Someone, spreading its wings,
Flies away into the darkness,
Someone, shedding bitter tears,
Contemplates the void...
Tormented by indifference,
The ghost of Time will count
Three seconds of pantomime,
Which suddenly releases us from sleep.
The sorrows of the old day
Will not have time to be forgotten,
The stars only quietly ripen
In the light of the dim morning...

I'll say it right away, this poem was a commissioned piece; I wrote it at the request of a classmate. I love it when someone caresses me, Gently hugs me, kisses me on the cheek, Holds my hand, never lets go, And knows eternal love. We fly together in a dream, Soaring high in the sky, Like paradise birds, we sing, And confess our tenderness to each other. We are like two moths, Watching from afar, So that later we can fly closer And look at each other:smile05: Let's tie a thread of friendship, Never lose each other, Live together, And not grieve about difficulties.

Two Hearts

Two hearts on a granite pedestal -
Two choices before the watchful fate,
One of them is my path at the edge of a steel blade,
The other - in the lagoon, barely splashing waves.
Cool red silk and dark blue flame:
The tranquility of love and my fiery banner in a fierce battle;
One of them is my eternal friend and foe,
The other is alien, and in my hands, it will instantly turn to stone...

And an unkind gaze quietly pierces my back:
Once you make a mistake, you cannot turn back time,
And, taking one with me, I will forever leave the other -
Only to honorably overcome my path...

Tired of the struggle for the souls of mortals,
A demon whispers to me from behind:
"Think, why do you need the path of the brave,
When you are unable to stand in the midst of battle,
When the hilt of the sword is so heavy...
Wake up! After all, I know in advance...
Why do you need worries, when, remaining
A simple soul with a heart for love,
You can endlessly enjoy
The comfort that kindles the flames,
And with the one to whom you would like to surrender
On a soft bed, paying with your life..."

"...Your words are as deceitful as before!
You know that once you retreat,
It is so difficult to nurture hope in your soul,
That you can win the battle with fate,
And rise, and overcome your peace...
But that will not happen as long as the spirit of victory lives!
What are the worldly pleasures of love to me?!
I already know them all in advance!
And let them lash me with harsh laughter -
But for others now, the forbidden fruit hangs!
And for me to beg for it feebly,
Depending on another person,
Is to suddenly sell myself into slavery voluntarily!
And that will never happen!..."

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The sun was setting at the end of the day,
I carried the heart of the blue flame with me...
And I know only one thing,
Before one curse, it is powerless:
The heart will not be lonely only when
On the path, it meets
The one who wisely, once and for all,
Took the same talisman of martial sadness...

How beautiful are Light and Darkness in their eternal battle!
How gray are the Twilight in its impassivity.
We turn to Light in prayer,
And mercilessly burn Darkness through with fire...

Sworn enemies: two sides of the same coin,
Two blades of a single steel,
Two ends of the road, where we all have walked,
Hoping that that choice will pass us by...

And Light beckons with such a truthful word...
And Darkness whispers - its power is immense!
The soul trembles: before a harsh choice
It is so easy to stumble and fall...

Do not believe in Light - it always deceives,
Do not lie to Darkness - it will not forgive you,
Only the mysterious banner of Twilight
Shines with truth in the thick fog...

I'd also like to contribute to this section :)

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Torn chains of a piercing wind,
Sick children of the star age
Each with a diagnosis: schizophrenia.
What will save them? Only the grave.
But, defying pain, against all laws,
Not bowing to rusty crowns,
Measuring curses, for millennia
Weak children become strong.
The fatigue of the soul turns into confusion,
The walls of self-oblivion crumble…
A sunny day. Happy people.
There is none of this in their world. There is and there will be none.
There is no warmth, no kind gaze…
Do you love me?
- No!
- And I don't need it!
January 16, 1997.

Sincerely, K0Lb@zzeR.

The Cannibal's Ballad. I love fresh meat and warm blood, I love to tear out living brains, I love to watch the twitching of an eyebrow, I love to embrace other people's entrails. I hate living people, I don't like to eat stale corpses, I hate disgusting children, I love to look at their corpses. A new victim is dying in iron grips, And I hold her neck with my hand. My teeth devour on both temples The hard bone, drenched in bloody saliva. Steel muscles take away unnecessary life, In a death agony, your face contorted; If you believe in God, pray, Soon I will tear out your ribs with your own intestines. I love to eat dried blood On the handle of my axe, I love to cause you suffering, I love to gouge out your eyes. I hate when someone lives nearby, I constantly want to kill someone. I am sure that my inflamed brain will find Someone whose intestines I will gladly tear out. My life consists of murders for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Without physical torture, I cannot communicate with anyone. I am the most disgusting and vile cannibal, Who loves to bathe in the blood of his victims. Daily murders are my main occupation, Compassion and humanism are alien to me. I will never abandon my bloody business, I am always ready to create Sadism.

Let's continue :) here are a couple more of my works :) * * * Your gaze warms my soul, You are the only one who excites me, And you refresh my life like a shower With your desired beauty. You are a fairy tale, you are an earthly mystery, A fire on a cold snow. I want to forget you, knowing… But I won't be able to… I won't be able to… February 1996. * * * And I'm still waiting: maybe you'll come in And illuminate everything around with your gaze, Maybe you'll gently take my hand, I'll ask something, but you won't answer… And for a long, long time, we will Look into each other's eyes, And in the middle of winter, It will be warm, and we will forget about the blizzard. And the life that separated us In this difficult earthly whirlwind, Will now unite us… at that hour I will wait, even after death… April 15, 1996. With respect, K0Lb@zzeR.

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Well, I can post one more, as they say, for General viewing :) Memories (of my beloved). Everything has passed: love and separation, And deceit, and the sins of betrayal, And someone else's hands caress you, And poems warm me. They warm me and the memory stings me With the groaning of words and the weeping of lines, My heart squeezes in the archives With hopeless longing for the past… Somewhere, somewhere, there is a road left, Along which I should go To the cherished threshold of life, But other paths lead me astray. And further and further from the face of my beloved, And further and further from the happiness of love… And my soul prays to you, like to God: Call me… Call me… Call me!!! June 26, 1996.

author - Ugol The annoyance of an immoral person. It was raining at night, and I was dozing, A candle was burning low on the table, Suddenly, my window opened quietly, And it became bright in my room. The intoxication passed, and I sobered up in that moment, And a barefoot old man came to my window In a white robe and with a gray beard. He leaned in and said, "Come with me!" In that world, from which I came, You will find what you are deprived of here, You will live in fairy-tale gardens, It is always bright there, and it is always spring. There, birds of wondrous beauty fly, Animals roam majestically, and flowers bloom, The music of magical flutes flows, There is no sorrow, and there is no suffering. You will find peace, you will find love, Your blood will never grow cold there, And you will not lose your mind there, Come on, give me your hand, let's go. I jumped up from the sofa, I grabbed a glass, In a rage, I threw it at the old man with all my might. His beard was disheveled, his robe was in blood, I beat the old man heavily and fiercely. I kicked the old man without a break: "Miserable old man, I didn't call you! I hate light, I don't love flowers, My animals are blind moles. Your bland paradise is boring and repulsive to me, I love autumn rain, I hate May. And my freedom is a bomb of decay, The right to spit blood in the face of existence. Broken lines are my painting, And my squalor is my creation. My love lives in distorted mirrors, And my soul is rough ice. The old man had long since left, and I was still beating The stool, the glass, the shelves, the mirrors. Rain was drizzling outside the broken window, And I was smashing furniture until morning..

To be continued :)

Time.
A space torn apart
Time – a bound ring
Tired constancy –
A distorted face.
Starry infinity,
Giving rise to sadness.
Time heals someone,
But I sincerely pity them.
February 20, 1997.

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You soared – I crashed.
You wanted – I achieved.
You will come – I will open.
You will kill – I will bury.
You are love, and I am crucifixion.
You are reality, I am understanding.
You are in parts, I am everywhere.
You are a prophet, and I am Judas.
You are from stone – I am from God.
You are grass, and I am the road.
May 3, 1997.

Frenzied
(Ashen Light).

Black amber – a gift from the seas,
The power of death is hidden within.
In autumn, full of gray rains,
Life tore open a grave under the birch tree.
It took out bones and skulls
Of great heroes from a distant age,
And, kindling a fire in the heavens,
It burned a Human alive in it.

And it laughed, having drunk wine,
A bacchanal of despair – the life of a heretic,
Only drops of blood from wounded Death remained
On the bare bushes.
And terrible life danced in the night,
A foolish girl, full of carelessness,
And in this joy, she lost the keys
To the secret world, devoid of misfortunes.