Author: Anastasiia Denysenko
Poetry
World’s Words
We cannot tell — what lies in this?
We rise and fall straight to abyss.
The world is holding onto crutches,
While we are standing here and watching
The things we think we’ll never miss.
Unfinished stories hunt us down,
Like eyes of those who aren’t around.
Their voices bounce against the wall,
What do we do? Do we grow tall
Or simply wait till we are found?
The world is biting its own neck,
There’s nothing more to it than wreck
In aching souls of those who fight.
When we look up, we see the light —
So bright, it takes us all aback.
While we are numb, we capture this —
The world on crutches in abyss
And voices that keep coming through.
But we retreat — that’s what we do,
We don’t grow tal...
Sirens
I’m looking at all the things you’ve done:
The unexpected turns and awkward silence.
How will you know it’s time to run?
Don’t worry. I’ll turn on the sirens.
The Burning Ground
I can feel the ground burning beneath my feet.
I wish I could keep all the promises,
Predict every consequence.
The ground dances, glances at my eyes,
Fills them with water,
I wish I was bolder so that I could shoulder
Insanity, that feels a lot like vice.
An unfinished story fills the space —
Is that a phase in which I face all the glory
That one day may ruin me?
It is a clue I need to set me free,
Accidentally, it is right beneath my feet.
The burning ground. I’m stepping down
In fear of being overwhelmed,
I may prevent the ruinous and furious glance.
It stands with me from rhyme to rhyme.
It breaths and sets my feet aflame — it’s nothing but a childish game,
In which I’m destined to resign.
The ground burns, it’s right on time,...
You’ve Gone So Far
You’ve gone so far and yet you think
That everything is far behind you.
The things you’re missing when you blink
Do not define you.
...First Cigarette
You smoked your first cigarette
Not because the fridge broke
In the morning.
It’s the mourning,
The sacrifice you make
Not to make mistakes
That need to be made.
It’s the broken elevator
On the tenth floor. You are more
Than you think.
A lot more.
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