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A WWII poem by a Soviet Soldier
This is a poem written by a Russian (Soviet) soldier during World War II, right before Soviet Union launched a defensive counter attack against Hitler’s army. It had such an impact on me that I had to translate it. *** … Continue reading
I think that i would like to die tonight (poem)
I think that I would like to die tonight; I am so tired of this endless war. Yet here I stand again, prepared to fight For things that do not matter anymore. I am the door you slam when you … Continue reading
You need to know
You need to know that my smile ain’t real; This merriment is worth its weight in blood. You need to know that I don’t belong here, That I would rather fade into the dark. You need to know that my … Continue reading
monsters
We pretend to be badder then we are, monsters, living in shadows of all our fears, in the falling ashes of our past alone with our badness, alone. And the flash of a blade in the night means nothing is … Continue reading
When life is a bitch
When I find myself backed up against a brick wall, when I’m too proud to fight and too tired to crawl, when my lovers have gambled my secrets away, and I can’t find a pen, and there’s nothing to say, … Continue reading
Hunger
Your hunger is a glimmer in the dark, a mirror image of my own spark. I close my eyes and I can hear your call. If this is hell, then, god, please let me fall! Rip off my dress, my … Continue reading
Don’t shout revolution in my ear
Don’t shout “revolution” in my ear; It is an ugly, unforgiving term within which all illusions disappear, and cities starve to death, and towns burn. Don’t question peace if you have not seen war with its perfume of stale shit … Continue reading
