Writings on the Wall

All works posted are mine and mine alone if I have not explicitly said otherwise

[randomwritingsonthesheets]

Баба Яга, у меня есть, Моя

Baba Yaga

Come here to me?

Baba Yaga

Can you see me?

Baba Yaga

Feel me again

Baba Yaga

Prey for my men

Baba Yaga

Are you awake?

Baba Yaga

There’s so much to take

Baba Yaga

Are you almost near?

Baba Yaga

Your silver streaked hair

My windows

My windows

Tell me are you here?

My door

My door

The knocking fills the air

Baba Yaga!

Oh you’re so pretty

Baba Yaga!

Oh you’re my world

Baba Yaga!

Oh No why did you scream?

Baba Yaga

Please come back to me

Baba Yaga

You bleed so pretty

Baba Yaga

Don’t crawl away from me

Baba Yaga

Stealing is a crime!

Baba Yaga

But what you’ve stolen is mine

Baba Yaga

No sweet melody of breath

Baba Yaga

You lay in confusion

Baba Yaga

You’ve left a stench today

Baba Yaga

You shouldn’t have come today

Baba Yaga

You’ll never hurt again

Baba

Yaga

 Author Credited:

 by Natasya Romanovna 

[randomwritingsonthesheets]

Life Taken, Soul Given

Let me watch the soldiers fall

Their bodies on the screen

Their blood on my hands

That no washing can ever clean

I feel the damp cold air on my skin

The white snowy terrifying abyss

My throat is raw in similar rage                                                              

Inducing such a searing pain

I sense the loss of life in my child’s body

The sounds of bombs plaguing my eardrums

I need the blood to wash away

As well as the heartbreak to ease the pain

Amid my grief there is one to console me

You, my lover who thrills my soul

And pushes it forward to its full capacity

Because of you

My mind is not at rest

Nor is it damaged, shattered to pieces

I soar in my love

In my hope

I need to fight

My hands are free

The blood on my hands has transformed

Into a hunger for righteousness

Into a need to avenge

Because of you

I dream my dream

I live my life

And wish to be

The roots

The epitome

Of your eternal ecstasy

You watch me fall

You watch me die

For my eyes are yours

Yours to see into my brain

And ease my woes

Devoid of fear and terrible afflictions

I have your mind

In which I feel

I hear

I smell

I taste

You

My hero, My Vanya

You Author Credited

Kierra Ashford

[randomwritingsonthesheets]

Баба Яга, у меня есть, Моя

Baba Yaga

Come here to me?

Baba Yaga

Can you see me?

Baba Yaga

Feel me again

Baba Yaga

Prey for my men

Baba Yaga

Are you awake?

Baba Yaga

There’s so much to take

Baba Yaga

Are you almost near?

Baba Yaga

Your silver streaked hair

My windows

My windows

Tell me are you here?

My door

My door

The knocking fills the air

Baba Yaga!

Oh you’re so pretty

Baba Yaga!

Oh you’re my world

Baba Yaga!

Oh No why did you scream?

Baba Yaga

Please come back to me

Baba Yaga

You bleed so pretty

Baba Yaga

Don’t crawl away from me

Baba Yaga

Stealing is a crime!

Baba Yaga

But what you’ve stolen is mine

  Baba Yaga

No sweet melody of breath

Baba Yaga

You lay in confusion

Baba Yaga

You’ve left a stench today

Baba Yaga

You shouldn’t have come today

Baba Yaga

You’ll never hurt again

  Baba

Yaga

 Author Credited:

 by Natasya Romanovna 

[randomwritingsonthesheets]

Прометей

Upon this mountain where I lie

I have much time to race my mind

Track the trails that set me free

If only temporarily

 Upon this mountain where I stay to die

And where my mind is forced to stray

Another land is where I go

Another mind is now my own

A place where hands are free to roam

And cushioned lips seek to take

To scar the silky miles of skin

And leave bruised marks in its ravenous wake

 Upon this mountain where I wish to fly

I covet of my home, my love, and my grace

I covet the intricate thoughts of humanity’s embrace

 As I covet this world long abandoned

In the distance, I notice the eagle’s sharp claw

And simply wait upon the mountain where my globes are seldom dry

And my body eases itself to see, the future of man’s reality

Author Credited:

Kierra Ashford

[randomwritingsonthesheets]

Баба Яга, у меня есть, Моя

Baba Yaga

Come here to me?

Baba Yaga

Can you see me?

 Baba Yaga

Feel me again

Baba Yaga

Prey for my men

 Baba Yaga

Are you awake?

Baba Yaga

There’s so much to take

 Baba Yaga

Are you almost near?

Baba Yaga

Your silver streaked hair

 My windows

My windows

Tell me are you here?

 My door

My door

The knocking fills the air

 Baba Yaga!

Oh you’re so pretty

Baba Yaga!

Oh you’re my world

 Baba Yaga!

Oh No why did you scream?

Baba Yaga

Please come back to me

 Baba Yaga

You bleed so pretty

Baba Yaga

Don’t crawl away from me

 Baba Yaga

Stealing is a crime!

Baba Yaga

But what you’ve stolen is mine

  Baba Yaga

No sweet melody of breath

Baba Yaga

You lay in confusion

 Baba Yaga

You’ve left a stench today

Baba Yaga

You shouldn’t have come today

 Baba Yaga

You’ll never hurt again

   Baba

Yaga

 Author Credited:

 by Natasya Romanovna 

[randomwritingsonthesheets]

Life Taken, Soul Given

Let me watch the soldiers fall

Their bodies on the screen

Their blood on my hands

That no washing can ever clean

I feel the damp cold air on my skin

The white snowy terrifying abyss

My throat is raw in similar rage                                                              

Inducing such a searing pain

I sense the loss of life in my child’s body

The sounds of bombs plaguing my eardrums

I need the blood to wash away

As well as the heartbreak to ease the pain

Amid my grief there is one to console me

You, my lover who thrills my soul

And pushes it forward to its full capacity

Because of you

My mind is not at rest

Nor is it damaged, shattered to pieces

I soar in my love

In my hope

I need to fight

My hands are free

The blood on my hands has transformed

Into a hunger for righteousness

Into a need to avenge

Because of you

I dream my dream

I live my life

And wish to be

The roots

The epitome

Of your eternal ecstasy

You watch me fall

You watch me die

For my eyes are yours

Yours to see into my brain

And ease my woes

Devoid of fear and terrible afflictions

I have your mind

In which I feel

I hear

I smell

I taste

You

My hero, My Vanya

You Author Credited

Kierra Ashford

[randomwritingsonthesheets]

Ты, твой, я, мой

Give me my eyes

They’re mine not yours

 I use them to see the world

The world in front of me

So cruel and unkind

But with my eyes I see

You as well, an image only of my earthly desire

 Give me my hands

They’re mine not yours

 I feel the earth

And touch the mound

Rough and wet as they may be

But with my hands I feel

Your skin, soft, warm, and dry

 Give me my ears

They’re mine not yours

 I hear the street

The crowded paths

Filled with sighs and utterances of painful despair

But with my ears I hear

The beat of your heart, mellifluously sweet

 Give me my lips

They’re mine not yours

 I taste the air

And lick the salt

So polluted with tangy disgust and distaste

But with my lips I feel and taste

The remnants of you and your lips’ embrace

 Give me your heart

It’s mine to keep

Take mine in exchange

As to remember me

 Remember the feel of someone who loves you

Remember the thoughts dedicated to you

Remember the taste of my body that has been given to you

Remember the sound of my voice has pure devotion to you

Remember the sight of my eyes that holds all worldly adoration for you

  Remember what you’ve given me and all I’m capable to give to you =&c3=&rnd=18429��<{l�� By Natasya Krushnic

[randomwritingsonthesheets]

Prometheus, Son of Creation

Why Must You Give

Why Must You Die

For Us, Humanity

So Greedy and Unkind

Unforgiving and Dishonest

We Beat and We Kill

We’re Envious and Destitute of Morality

Why Do You Love Us So?

What Depth of the Ventricles?

Within Your Bodice Permits

Love So Bountiful

Unconditional and Sweet

That Holds You Down

Forever Within the Sight

Of The Vicious Bared Beak

That Snaps and Snaps and Tugs

Tugs at Your Soul

Tugs at Your Liver

You Live Forever

In Your Forever

Is Pain

The Pain You Suffer for Us

Your Creations

Your Pieces

Why Must You Suffer the Pain for Us Prometheus?

Why Do You Enforce the Swell of Your Veins?

The Ache of Your Groin

The Searing of Your Wrists

All for The Knowledge of Humanity?

Forgive Us, Prometheus

We Are as You Have Made Us

Lord of Tricksters

Titan of All

Lover of Life,

Son of Creation

Prometheus

     Valeryia Ivankovna

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