Evelyn

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[sad-evelyn]

Death of sinners is cruel

The death of sinners is full of disgrace.

But sometimes I think whom I will face

Down in inferno "in warm and nice place"

Plenty of writers and artists are based.

There I would meet the dream of my youth

Men, who I thought, spoke only truth.

There I would see Osamu Dazai,

Mishima and others with whom say, " Banzai!"

Noticed Ryunosuke I'd instantly kneel

I wouldn't be able to hide bashful thrill.

There I would bump into lovely Cobain

And watch how suffering Chester in vain.

I'd glance at Jim Morrison whilst on my way,

Though God wouldn't listen then to my pray...

If I'd be honored to look at Brain Jones...

So hard to imagine in hyena thrones.

In hell I would see how Ysenin sob

I'd pass him and give him one knowing nod

For tears already welled up in my throat.

And Mayakovski I would acquaint

And share with him my illogical fate.

How could forget I about Van Gogh?!

There is no use to add any word

I can't belive that the flame his award!

Maybe I'd see there Frida Khalo,

But I am sure she has bright halo!

Demons would torment me brutal as them

Even if I am no match for the stem.

Such a great company I can't resist!

Perfectly fine If I lost in the mist

That narrow path of the kindness and gist!

Oh, dear! What have I written?

Guess during live I'd be eaten and bitten...

Such sacrilegious poem I've made

So, maybe I never will find soulmate...

For all the mischief I've already done!

This poem I see would be one more for fun...

[the---hermit]

I am very close to having a mental breakdown about exams and uuuuuuuugh

[sad-evelyn]

please be ok!!!🤍🤍🤍

[bsd-bibliophile]

I’m no longer afraid, even of darkness, as fathomless as that is. I’m sure true happiness can even be found within it. Let’s search for it, however long it takes, or however far we must go.

Miyazawa Kenji, “Night on the Galactic Railroad”

[sad-evelyn]

Here, it is me again. It's been a long time. I came back with the translation of a poem by Joseph Brodsky. Unfortunately, I didn't manage to translate it completely, so the last one quatrian is missing.

when you'll be back... well...

watch around...

if someone needs you here too,

if your old friends are still all bound.

when you'll come back,

just wine would do.

observe the view.

it's all one fault.

it's all your fault.

how great!

oh, thanks.

praise God, such glory.

how wonderful!

no one to blame.

no one to hold you back with reason.

no one to love you with all strength

that makes her Death await for season.

how wonderful!

no one will usher.

so, you alone in terminal observe

as noise itself is coming into ashes.

Воротишься на родину. Ну что ж.

Гляди вокруг, кому еще ты нужен,

кому теперь в друзья ты попадешь?

Воротишься, купи себе на ужин

какого-нибудь сладкого вина,

смотри в окно и думай понемногу:

во всем твоя одна, твоя вина,

и хорошо. Спасибо. Слава Богу.

Как хорошо, что некого винить,

как хорошо, что ты никем не связан,

как хорошо, что до смерти любить

тебя никто на свете не обязан.

Как хорошо, что никогда во тьму

ничья рука тебя не провожала,

как хорошо на свете одному

идти пешком с шумящего вокзала.

Как хорошо, на родину спеша,

поймать себя в словах неоткровенных

и вдруг понять, как медленно душа

заботится о новых переменах.

[sad-evelyn]

[sad-evelyn]

[nemfrog]

“He is only a wild beast when treated like a wild beast.” Tramping with a poet in the Rockies, with thirty-eight emblems by Vernon Hill. 1928.

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[sad-evelyn]

I used to have a lot of friends

But they started smoking and lusting sex.

I used to have a lot of bonds

But I saw them dusting, becoming gross.

[sad-evelyn]

and I wonder still

if something can be done

to sew the gap

between the fall and dawn

and I wonder still

if something is so dun

maybe this is it, our gloomy sun

and I wonder still

how to turn time back

hug you with all strength

take your woe in sack

throw it down in drain

and love you in vain

[sad-evelyn]

[sad-evelyn]

Well, excuse me, darling,

But we live in hell!

And if everyone is nice,

This place is boring to dwell.

What you want from an imp,

What you want from a devil,

Remorse is not the feeling

For purest evil.

(It's impossible, honey,

So, stop being feeble.)

Like you are not mean!

Like you are not boorish!

Selling out a password

For your credit card - foolish.

Look, I just like horses,

And I used to like you...

You had a worst hangover...

Tell me what could I do?

I ran three rings down

Just to get into warth...

××××× you should be thankful

'Cause your car still has worth!

I had a little dream

Right inside my heart...

You'd never understood it.

That's why now we apart...

Soooooo.... I wish Blitzo could stand up for himself in front of his fears and wounds, really. I wish I were in 7th episode of Helluva Boss to talk back for Blitø...

I originally planned it like his song, but for Blitzo's song I didn't use enough rude words. My language is not too hard, yeah... I wanted to make it really long and shied a light on Fizzarolli, but again I don't like swears and... I just can't go on.

Anyway, that was a fun experience)

[scatteredthoughts2]

THE MADNESS OF PUTIN.

There is no disputing,

The madness of Putin,

As he's war machine goes marching on,

Leaving bloodshed and sorrow,

And no hope for tomorrow,

As the world stands by and looks helplessly on.

A tyrant so gross,

With no care for the loss,

Of mothers and children carrying babes in their arms,

He bombs poor civilians,

This cruelest of villains,

And lays ruin to all towns and villages and farms.

It is tearful to see,

These torn families,

As wives kiss their husbands as they leave them behind,

They are going to fight,

The Russians fierce might,

And dreading the carnage they know they will find.

And the world holds its breath,

As this dealer of death,

Plunders and kills as he bully's his way,

Along the road to Kyiv,

That the world wants to save,

United and vowing that this monster must pay.

@Ambrose Harte

@Scattered Thoughts

[sad-evelyn]

Again

Late night

This thoughts of you

That made me wipe a tear

I ask no longer love from you

I beg you dissappear

[sad-evelyn]

There is no poems in my heart,

No music in my soul.

I wonder where will I be,

If I don't have it all.

There is just silence

And regret,

And might be fear of life.

I wonder where will I go,

If I don't have much light.

[sad-evelyn]

Translation of Soviet Union Tango. The poem or lyrics was originally written by Joseph Alveko.

the tired sun was leaving sea

that time you said you don't love me

i felt quite sad but with no grief

that time you said your love was brief

we part, alas, I won't feel rage

'cause we were writing that ugly page

the tired sun was leaving sea

that time you sad you don't love me

[sad-evelyn]

Girl from Nagasaki

interpretation of Russian song by Vladimir Vysotcky "Girl from Nagasaki"

He is the captain of the crew.

His capital is Marseille.

He loves debates, huge noise and fights

To smoke and drink strong ale.

He loves one Girl.

Her name's unknown for balky she was, but still...

From Nagasaki was that girl.

She is the captain's will.

She has a traces of little "prank"

Somewhere on her arms.

And her tattoos were there to shine

When she were dancing dance.

She has a smallest breast

You have or maybe haven't seen.

Her lips were red and to kiss them once

Would count as a sin.

[sad-evelyn]

I don't know what's going here...

How to die and disappear

Good advice is harsh to ear.

Let me perish very drear.

I don't know what's going here...

Could they stop to brake and sear?

My soul slightly more than gear

After all...