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..I'm back, and I'll continue to torment your minds with my poems! :D

In the festival of life, I have nothing to do,
The road leads me to a desolate distance;
Worn-out syllables - steps to the limit,
Where the empty calendar will leave the wall...

And lose everything to start all over again;
A dragon on the shield and hope in the blood;
A veil of snow - only a grave of dreams,
And footprints in the snow - only like an echo of prayers...

Everything is fleeting: fate has only counted down
The time for everything that seemed desirable long ago;
One on one, the past will become clean,
To start new lines anyway...

***

Christmas.
The snow quietly fell from the sins of some souls,
A ray of light shone in the night from behind the door of the old church;
And on this night, time will slow down again,
When before the Star, all the vanity of people fades...

Freezing hooves and horns with a tail, angry,
An old devil stomped near the white bell tower,
Where he, only pretending to be a black shadow to the parishioners,
Looked for among their souls those who walked without faith...

...But today is not his hour. At that special midnight
And darkness is not darkness: the light of worldly hearts-candles is so bright!
Let's forgive everyone today, let's end the black malice;
Let even for a moment, but it will become a little warmer for all of us from good...

***

Torn by pain - I cry for pride.
Joy is in my heart again... have I been sad for a long time?
Between Light and Darkness: I will never renounce!
What's the point of rushing? Doesn't it all mean the same to you...

February evening,
At the computer...
I'll meet him again,
Just the two of us...

I'll be glad,
To see him...
He's like a brother to me,
You might hate it...

I can't,
Chat with you...
I'll go to him,
For an hour or two...

We'll have a great time...
Probably forever,
I'm with him...

I know,
He's waiting for me now...
I dream about him,
He never lies...

Always...
When I go to him,
It's not in vain...
I feel like I'm in paradise...

Why should I lie,
I adore him...
I don't care,
Let everyone know...

Just don't think badly of me... It's not as scary as it seems...

As evening falls,
You carry your bag,
When suddenly a group
Runs out from an alley.

In sports pants,
Waving their briefcases;
Their heads
Are crowned with caps.

They surround you,
You're like caught in a net,
And the leader of them says:
"Got any spare change?"

You silently shake your head in response,
And the main thug says sharply:
"What, are you, kid, completely stupid?
And what's with that attitude!"

And then a sound of a blow is heard,
Teeth are crunching and breaking,
One blow after another,
Broken lips are bleeding.

And the cries in the darkness are terrifying,
The sounds of brutal beatings,
Blood is pouring over your face -
The thugs know no peace...

And so, the fight is over -
Everywhere there are bodies, everything is covered in blood,
And you, smiling in the darkness,
Put your trusty bat in your bag.
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Here you go, it's simple and straightforward, but at least it offers some variety. Besides, it's relevant to current events.

Everything is wrong in my life
There’s chaos in my life,
Chaos caused by someone
Who doesn’t love, they will die…
And they will die from exhaustion,
Exhaustion – not from love.
And they should burn eternally,
In the eternal flame of love…
But the love that I deserve
I will never get.
Because in my life
And not only in my life,
In our life, there is chaos…
January 30, 2001.

Ah, chance! It is the king, it is God.
A random glance, a random sigh,
How much fate hides within them,
How sweetly it sometimes beckons.

And it is so pleasant to talk,
As if creating something new.
Although it seems like a trifle,
Because we will not see each other anyway.

But still, something leads us,
And the conversation goes on.
And there is no desire to stop,
To wait for a new chance again.

How sad that the charm of the first words,
Is like the time of childhood dreams,
Cannot be held or prolonged.
That is why it is worth cherishing them!

But I do not only value the moment
And I seize the chance.
I hope that for you too
I was not a chance encounter in vain.

Beyond Words

I will leave beyond the realm of words
All that strikes, flashing with its eyes,
That cannot be forced into the confines of poetry,
That speaks to me in the dead of night...

I will leave beyond the realm of words
A part of truths that may fade away -
For reason cannot help feelings,
When they play the role of chains.

I will leave beyond the realm of words,
Beyond the shores of darkness
Dreams and visions that suddenly come
In the hour of the Storm. And where they find their death...

And the black velvet of soft pain,
And the destruction of foundations,
And the malicious Fate of its own will
I will leave beyond the realm of words...

Love doesn't leave, nor does it stay,
It lives in our heart as long as it beats.
It dwells within us while we rest,
It flutters like a bird, and we fly with it.

It seeks and waits while we are alone.
It whispers something to us while we write lines.
It weeps and cries with a bloody tear,
When, after the battle, we prepare for the next.

And it gives us strength for ages to come,
So that the sorrow of separation may be light for us.
Love is powerless only when betrayed,
When exchanged for something, sold for a pittance!

But no matter how hard you try not to kill it,
And no matter how much you hide, you will love,
Flutter and soar, dive down,
Breathe deeply, catch the fresh breeze.

Here's the revised and polished "poem" that I posted in the off-topic section (only the idea remained from the original poem), now it has rhyme and a consistent structure, and new characters have been added.

"Heroic Chat"

Nazgûl crawls onto the forum again
And Ar rolls in again
Yeah, today he's caused a lot of off-topic casualties
Our mega-awesome Sysadmin

Again, to the resounding clang of the alarm
Doves are flying towards NATO
Probably, Tvelve13, a supporter of the United States
Is launching them from his rooftop

Locken comes again, lost in thought
He will pour out a stream of dark thoughts.
Exekutor is approaching in the distance.
He's going to play metal, or maybe just drink.

And in a shootout with an enemy squad
Major rushes to us with a secret order
When he adds some seriousness
Or maybe he'll just engage in off-topic banter.

And girls sometimes visit us.
Drakkosha, Ta Ko, Lelya, Lu...
They bring joy with every word.
And paint the world in bright colors.

But no matter how hard you try
Ar won't stop joking,
And Tvelve will keep arguing with America
And Exekutor will keep playing metal and drinking.

And just like centuries ago
Working tirelessly, with all his might
Today he's caused a lot of off-topic casualties again
Our beloved Sysadmin!

The rhyme is a bit off because I have to compose it based on nicknames. We can come up with a poem with readings in different voices. It will consist of several novellas about each character.
The line about doves and NATO is a parody of another poem that I posted (it wasn't mine). Here it is:

For the sake of peace on our earth
We, to the resounding call of the alarm,
Will breed doves near Belarus
And launch them to the countries of NATO.
Let the pigeons fly in the sky
Peaceful, trusting birds
So that every day, from dawn to dusk
They drop their droppings on Europe
Let them circle, doing good
Spreading out in the sky in a white frock
So that they can mess up the entire missile defense system
For the English, Czechs, and Poles.
So that one morning in spring
As if by the wave of a magician's wand
All of Europe is up to its ears in shit
And above it, all in white, is a dove of peace.

P.S.
We can create a large poem about the Hive with our combined efforts.

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And I know that the rules of punctuation are not followed

You, those who criticize Twelfth's signature,
Fat ones, please, don't be so harsh!
Go right now to Dachau,
And close the door behind you.

You, oh cruel creations,
That fill the world with terrible evil,
Be silent! Against the Wall of Creation
Smash your vile foreheads!

You, moths, proud and snobs,
Accustomed to pointing fingers and lecturing,
Arrogant, cold, and malicious,
And therefore - the desire to shout.

You weren't given the right to lecture,
Every person has their own path.
And therefore, before you start nagging,
It's better to shut your mouth.

Oh yes, because the forum is not reality!
No one here can harm us!
However, there is also solidarity,
Which is opposed to nagging.

And therefore, I ask you very much,
Please allow everyone to decide
Independently - what they want,
And how they want to act.

...under the influence of passionate, and sometimes offensive and rude, flood posts.

Legions of worthy warriors will converge in battle
For your enchanting gaze and smile
All will fall as one, but he will remain
The champion of your heart's longing and love
But for him, you are not love, but a trophy
And he does not value your gaze and smile
For him, what matters is the horn, but alas, not love
Only battles and death warm his soul and blood

Momentary and beautiful vision
Often seen in a dream
I was simply enchanted
All just floated in my mind...
Strong feeling awakened in me
If you knew what I saw in my dream.
The best moments flashed in the darkness.
Even more intensely it swirled in my head...
Incredibly wonderful moments
You involuntarily gave
And maybe it's all just luck
I met the girl of my dreams.

Homeless

A homeless person has nowhere to go
I'm wearing fur, and yet I'm cold
Let me in... let me warm up!
Allow me to step onto the threshold.

I was a cheerful puppy in my childhood
I played with the owner's children
Let the stray warm up,
Let him in, at least to the subway.

But the owner became cramped,
I suddenly became superfluous in the apartment,
And for a long time I stood at the entrance
I howled. Gray rain lashed down.

A passerby didn't notice me
He was eating a sandwich with sausage.
I was angry... and yet, and yet
I remained a trusting dog.

And to everyone who dreams of friendship,
I wish to find as soon as possible
A place, even if it's on the edge,
In the soul... of bipedal creatures!

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White Crow

To unwritten laws
Faithful in heat and in rain,
I am a white crow,
But I despise lies.
Violence and frenzy,
Betrayal and laziness
After all, I have wings,
And the wings have a shadow.
And the homeless wind
Broke my wings - let it!
I am a white crow,
And I will not return to the flock.
Let those who are powerless be angry,
Let them croak about trouble -
I am in the ringing blue abyss
I will pass for a dove...
The whole world is in my arms,
Until the next spring,
It's a pity - my brethren,
Are still black...

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Star

A star lit up in the sky,
In the endless black sky,
And it sparkled with youthful light
There, where no one has ever been.

It shone with bright happiness,
Striving to dispel the night's gloom
And it managed to do it a little
To bring silent joy to people.

To a couple in love in an old park
It cast glimmers of light.
And sometimes it was suddenly reflected
In the eyes of a sleepless poet.

But beauty is not eternal,
And happiness quickly disappears
The star that shone in the sky
Suddenly gradually fades away...

Dawn enters its power,
The sun suffocates the star with its rays.
It will fade quickly...
And nothing remains.

But then evening will come again,
And the songs of daytime birds will fall silent.
Like a phoenix rising from the ashes -
So in the night, the star will be resurrected.

Haven of sin, suffering, and pain.
They don't care about death,
About the will of the dead.
And somewhere in the cells,
There is no peace
For the unfortunate creatures,
Spitting blood.

They just laugh,
Lowering the lever,
Releasing hungry dogs
From a long chain.

And what remains
For them in this smoky world,
Which will instantly dissipate,
Like a cloud of dust,
Because if you shake it a little -
Goodbye, loved ones,
Hello, our path!

The path of grayness, blackness,
Of angles, singularities...
Of chaos, heresy,
Of dirt and weakness.

No one knows,
What is hidden beyond the edge,
Perhaps it is space,
Or perhaps a wall,
Standing monolithic and strong.

But while the fires of Hell shine,
People burn together with the underworld.
But since there is a God -
Then there must be vice,
And a malicious vice -
Is a mess, disgusting,
So that the soul remembers it -
Inferno is a great lesson.

As you can see, this approach is very humane,
After all, it is God's Will...
...However, this method is a little unclear,
And it looks more like a dark sadism,
To which Will is just an euphemism.

In essence, friend, there is a factor at play here,
The very one that binds the flaws of consciousness,
At least somehow protecting the Universe from the insane.

But even if there were a thousand Hells,
A million underworlds, devouring monsters,
Our world is doomed, there is no doubt,
The question is only when, and with what humiliation.

Tell me, what is important for love?
Some will say age, others intelligence,
And maybe here, height is important,
And it will build a bridge to the heart?
Perhaps, weight is very important,
Muscles, the shape of the eyes,
And someone is looking for a kindred spirit,
So that understanding comes.
Some value the bust, others the hair color,
So that the nose is straight, like an eagle's,
And someone wants wide hips,
And for the sake of fashion - long legs!
Some insist that sex is important,
Without sugar, the cake is not sweet!
Others are looking for a dacha, a home,
And someone will take it for love,
Debauchery and lust, again and again...
Some are looking for affection and warmth,
Care, hard work around the house,
When they are not betrayed, not lied to...
But an ideal cannot be found,
You have to compromise!
You can search for a whole century,
But you just need a PERSON...

I walk against the wind, shielding my eyes,
I can’t manage even a meter – it tears me from my place;
It tears and drags, drags me back,
I would gladly fall unconscious.
And now I give in – with a terrible lurch,
It throws me away, like a toy;
I feel pain, collapsing to my knees.
It hurls me back and forth;
Dirt is stuffed into my nostrils and mouth,
I am dying, I am suffocating,
But I stubbornly remain silent, and I regret nothing.
Fragments of reason rage in my head,
Scraps of phrases, fragments of words,
And those ghostly images spew out phrases,
Arising from the foundations of consciousness.
They reason about the inevitability of everything,
About the boundlessness of Decline and the eternity of Vice,
They whisper something, laughing, about eternal Evil,
About cheap attempts to avoid Fate.
And I feel – they penetrate my soul,
They tear it to shreds, and stifle hope;
They remind me of sorrows and hardships,
Hatred, nightmares, and transgressions.
And, whispering, laughing, they pull me along,
My will leaves me, and I feel how
Foolish, pathetic, strange my life was
Until now,
I possessed neither joy nor oblivion.
I was ready to die, listening to the deceitful tongues,
But, illuminating my mind,
Everything, as if with happiness, illuminating,
A bright dawn was reborn and blazed.
And, opening my eyes and looking
At the other end of the desert,
I felt how strength
Returns to my muscles...
I have been walking there all my life,
To those high, strange cliffs,
To those snow-covered mountains,
And beyond them – to the ocean.
I believe that a new world
Awaits me beyond it,
A world of certainty, truth,
A world where I am the master of myself.
Smiling, brushing off the dust,
I walk again, as always,
Extending my hand to the cliffs,
Against the wind. Endlessly.