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I walked straight towards my goal, and the air was burning,
And steel was dripping from the sky.
Enemies sent me thousands of arrows,
Piercing the endless distance.
The fire was approaching, closing in a circle,
There was no way back.
I walked straight ahead, scorching my face
And squinting at the bright light

Is it possible to understand, is it possible to forgive,
There is no end to this war.
And if there is a price, what will it be
For this piece of lead?
I walked straight towards my goal, and the air was burning
And there is no way back.
Only one road remains,
And that is the road to Hell!!!!

My friend is a celestial warrior of light,
And I walk upon the earth.
His words are like a decree,
Mine are just a sound, echoing in a loop.
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He expands the boundaries with his gaze,
And my gaze slowly glides.
In his hands, a quiver and arrows,
In my hand, just a small parasite.
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For everyone, my friend is like a god,
And only friends stand up for me.
But there isn't much difference between us,
He seeks the truth, just like I do.

The poems are not mine, but those of my older sister. I just decided to showcase her work (in pictures) for everyone to see, so please be kind. The author of the poems is Anna Sakharova, under the pseudonym Ariel Fire.

How I wish I could spread my wings...
How I wish I could vanish into dust...
As starlight, a windy sound,
A summer gone, a stone's echo,
A long chain of years past...
...But I'm already gone anyway...

How difficult it is for a person to live in this world, When no one is waiting for him, When he knows that no one will meet him And will not be happy if he comes. No one will say: "Hello, my dear friend!" No one will ask: "How are you?" And a person has no joy in life, Only sadness fate has given him. And a person walks with sad eyes, He does not see the beauty around him. What if he loses faith in people? And the narrow circle closes for him? What to do then? He needs support! It cannot be that a person withdraws into himself! But only then will faith return to him, When he hears: "I am waiting for you!"

Alright guys, here are my poems: SOMETIME Sometimes, when you crave happiness, Love and warmth, but your soul is filled with gloom, When you want to live like ordinary people, I hope we'll forget all of this. Everything that's serious and everything that's just for show, Everything you understand, maybe just a little, What's said in the heat of the moment, or perhaps out of resentment, You can't believe it, not even openly. Maybe not now, maybe not right away, But a new sunset won't even appear in my dreams, Just one moment, a meeting with you, Your tender gaze, it's always with me. And even years, days of separation, We can't be alone by chance, But I'm waiting for our meeting and I believe that we will meet, I won't notice your tender gaze right away. It will be like a dream, like a sweet moment, Your sunny gaze, And not a dark shadow.

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ABOUT US! How can you trust feelings if we can't control them? To tell someone about your heart and sometimes be strangers. To spend long nights awake, seeing only one person before your eyes, And you can't understand how our hearts have become connected? Sometimes I'm happy for you, lights flicker before my eyes, It all seems like a dream, as if we've switched worlds with reality. But I return to this world again, this reality doesn't appeal to me, And it's sometimes hard to understand, is it love or just pity? DON'T JUDGE TOO HARSHLY, I KNOW IT'S A LITTLE SENTIMENTAL...

Heard it from a friend back in college, learned it by heart... :) - It resonated with my soul. V. Shapovalov I will return... I will return, even if winter comes, And the road to you becomes a white hell. I will return, even if you yourself Scream into the phone that it's no longer needed. Through hundreds of miles, I will reach you, Through hundreds of faces, I will see yours... I will return, even if I don't return, Even if I die, I will return, do you hear?... And then the distance will be just nonsense, And then separation will be so insignificant... Just a little bit of happiness, a little bit of love... And then it won't matter how much time we have left. I will return... The snow will quietly swirl, Covering your uncovered shoulders... And in the whole universe, it will be just us, And the moon will shine only for us at that moment... You might remember those days: "I probably loved you then..." And then whatever will be, will be. I will accept with a smile what God has measured out. Anyway, I will return to you again, Do you believe?...

Here are two poems, quite different in mood... I could go mad, I could forget you, But I can't understand myself, Why I love you so much. I just forgot to tell you, The most important thing I have, Is the opportunity to be Near you someday... I wanted to give you all the light, But, alas, you are not here. I wanted to give you love, But you don't need it. I am alone again. I wanted to do everything for you, But you didn't understand. What else? I also wanted to be close to you. But we are no longer friends, no one. I wanted to try to bring you back, But I changed my mind. You have chosen your path. I just wanted to be near you, But I will have to forget all my dreams. * * * * * You seem sad, my dear, The sparks in your eyes have suddenly faded, I can't bear to see you suffer, Drowning your loneliness in tears. Your pain echoes in me, It sticks like a heavy lump... Come on, let's blow away all your sorrows with cheerful laughter, And then Let's sit down, chat, and laugh, Let's shed the burden of accumulated problems, Let the thoughts that torment you day and night Leave you forever. Everything passes, know that this too shall pass, Your eyes will shine with blue again, Filling with joy and light - I guarantee it! Love will open doors for you again And fulfill your secret dreams, You just need to believe in it - Everything you wish for will come true!

So simple
Tell me, what is important for love?
Some will say age, others will say intelligence,
And maybe height is important here,
And it will build a bridge to the heart?

Perhaps weight is very important,
Musculature, 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 and aquiline,
And someone values the width of the hips,
And for the sake of fashion - the length of the legs!

Some insist that sex is important,
Without sugar, the cake is not sweet,
Others are looking for a dacha, a home,
Because you can't live your life naked!

Someone will mistake lust for love,
Debauchery and passion again and again,
Torment and movement of bodies,
As "the basic instinct" commands!

Someone is looking for affection and warmth,
Comfort, fresh milk,
Care, hard work around the house,
When they don't betray, they don't lie.

But you won't find an ideal,
You have to compromise,
You can search for a whole century,
But all you need is a PERSON!

The heart is always vulnerable,
Strike, and it will bleed.
Though it may not be immediately apparent:
It will wither without love.

But if the heart is made of iron,
And holds no warmth within,
It won't explode like a geyser,
No matter how love calls.

But if there's a flame in the heart,
Cherish it like a flower.
For if someone wounds it,
The lights may go out.

When you see a spark,
Don't hide your face in your hands,
A fire is about to ignite,
And set hearts ablaze with love.

Other people
You have lost that charm,
Given to you by God
And there is too little left,
To say a few words.
You are attracted by only one thing,
How are you better than us,
I will ask not strictly,
And your soul is already black,
and a couple more niceties,
And that's not much.
How easy it is now,
To judge and lie, playing the innocent,
Sometimes I even feel sorry for you,
But for you, that's already a lot.
But there are exceptions, I don't judge,
I just raise the hidden alarm,
Stop, stop lying,
Restore your lost nature!!

Tears of the black sun
You don't smile the way you used to
There's no more warmth in your heart
You call pain tenderness
And it's dark for you even during the day.

Sometimes you can't catch your breath
This pain eats away at you
You've forgotten what desire is
You're tired of fighting yourself.

How did all this happen
How did I lose my wings
There's no freedom, only thoughts
That my soul is already black.

It has become dark, not from pain
It's just that the world is against me
But I won't give up, I won't surrender
And I'll regain, even if just a little, the warmth.

HEALING
Life can be described in two lines, without a reason,
Unnecessary words, the heavy life of an innocent man.

Short phrases, dreams, simply,
But what is our life, just questions!

They don't understand me again, how familiar these words are,
But now it's not you who says them, but you just hear other moans.

I am free, now it is easy for me to breathe,
I smile again, I was able to ease this pain!

And you will succeed, believe me, don't close the door in front of me,
And a new, warm day will come, and it will no longer seem
Like that shadow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's been a while since we last "polluted" things here with our poems... so let's make up for it :)

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Hope is gone, the gift has vanished
By killing love, you lost yourself
You retreated into yourself, into a world without colors
A house was born in your soul...

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A satan rages in your soul,
It rages and demands blood...
And it won't calm down - the soul
Until there is a lot of blood.

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I'm lost in time,
Sadness comes over my soul
I feel so sincerely sorry,
That I want to run away.

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I wanted to write one thing, then another
I sat and thought about what to say,
But I couldn't come up with anything...
Afraid that I might offend you with a word...

I think that's enough for now... a little bit of good :)

I was debating whether to post it here or not...
But here it is.
It's a tavern song, one of those you sing around campfires with mugs of mead or in taverns with mugs instead of tankards.
It might be an orcish song... or just a mercenary's song...
The song is almost without rhyme and completely lacks style and meter.

It's unfinished... but maybe it will stay that way.