Blood and Tears on White Marble - Իմ գրած բանաստեղծությունները

[Rhayader]

Որոշեցի ի մի բերել իմ գործերն այստեղ, քանի որ դրանք իմ երկու արգելափակումների, վերագրանցման, որոշ մարդկանց անիմաստ ու անպատասխանատու մեջբերումների պատճառով այս ֆորումում հայտնվել են լիակատար քաոսի մեջ: Իսկ դրանց նվիրված թեմաները խնդրում եմ ջնջել՝ իրականում այդ թեմաները առանձնապես ոչ մի արժեքավոր դիտողություն չեն պարունակում (»ապրես, լավն էր»-ների պակասով չեմ տառապում):
Իսկ ինչպես անցյալ, այնպես էլ հետագա գործերս կթողնեմ այստեղ:

[Rhayader]

Հնություն՝

Tell The Tale
Ցիկլ. չկա

Tell the tale of a smile and the sun,
Would I change with the sun one your smile?
No sun and no moon, you’re the one,
But I failed- and that is my style.

Tell the tale of the man and the snow,
How the snow melts in hands of the man
Like a dream, like a wish, like a love,
When a dream and a love are for fun.

Tell the tale of the wind and the cloud,
How the wind gathers clouds on my head,
How the clouds start a storm, cry so loud,
And in waves you’re the light to direct.

Tell the tale of the head and the heart,
How the head knew that you won’t be mine,
But the heart cut the head all apart,
And my love of my pain is a sign.

Tell the tale of the life and the death,
How my life had no death to defeat,
Giving me pain with each breath
Gave me love for you as bad seed.

Tell the tale of the earth and the sky,
How the sky cried all rains for the earth,
But the earth had no love for the high,
And my dreams do crash down from my birth.

Tell the tale of the pain and the soul,
Now my soul feels nothing but pain,
I can’t see, I can’t hear, I just crawl,
And I feel how I’m going insane.

Tell the tale of the wounds and the cure,
Wounds that no cure can ever heal,
But these wounds will not kill, that’s for sure,
And I think that they’d better kill.

Tell the tale of my bitter tears,
How I can do nothing but cry,
How you left me alone with my fears,
And the only question is “why?”.

Tell the tale of the stars so bright,
How I loved to stare at them,
I’m afraid they crashed down tonight,
And my sky’s now an empty frame.

Tell the tale of the flowers I picked,
All the guilt now I’m punished for,
Now I’m down in the dust, hurt and kicked,
Now I’m much worse than I was before.

Tell the tale how I’m dying alone,
How my blood slowly drips on the floor,
Broken heart, broken mind, broken stone-
Love’s creation is death, nothing more.

Tell the tale of the wrong and the right,
Is it wrong that I love you, my sweet?
Is it right that my heart’s now in blight,
That I drown and desire a breath?

Tell the tale of the touch I won’t have,
Of the kiss, that will never be mine,
Of the love, that was able to save,
But of which you won’t show any sign.

Tell the tale, tell me another one,
I just need to hear your sweet voice,
How the world sometimes crashes down,
How my feelings, my dear, aren’t toys.

Tell the tale of the love and the fate,
How my love in no fate could believe,
Tell the tale how a boy could not hate,
And a girl gave him strength just to live.

[Rhayader]

Last Flower This Spring
Ցիկլ. չկա

I will always remember that evening-
The twighlight was pale and afraid,
And witnessed that murder the living,
And the sky over my head.
The last day of Spring being eaten
By flames of the summerfull June,
My heart ever longing for winter,
Ever hated that vision of doom.
And I met that small and weak flower,
And started to tear her apart...
But my lust for victims and slaughter
Could not heal the wounds in my heart.
Time passed, and I am still breathing,
My hatered dissolved in the wind...
I will always remember that evening,
Won't forget my last flower this spring.

[Rhayader]

Գրվել է ի պատասխան Էմիլի Դիկինսոնի "My Letter to the World"-ին:

The Odds
Ցիկլ. չկա

Unbroken dreams.
Unspoilt mind.
Unaching heart
Not torn apart...
Forceless demons
Locked forever,
And no fever from the drug.
Prince from a frog...
The time has stuck
In a happy moment of life...
And you're his wife.
Pictures of this
Are going down.
The golden crown
Falls on the lawn,
The burning dawn
Pictures the blood
Pouring in streams.
Fate, as it seems
Has always aimed
The weak...

Unshared love...
Ungiven kiss...
Paranoid thoughts about this...
A thousand “friends”...
And each pretends
That no one stands
By your own side
As if he mends
Your heartache wounds...
And happy thoughts
Are far away...
No, they won't stay
As happiness
Is not for us...
Oh, never dream,
For every dream
Turns into nightmare in the end...
We'll never stand against a land
So full of Them...
Just two of us,
We are The Odds.

[Rhayader]

Չընդհատելով հնությունների գիծը՝
Не ее я люблю...
Ցիկլ. չկա

Не ее я люблю,
И она не меня,
Но мы оба не знаем об этом...
Я ей тихо шепчу
Что она не моя,
Просто мы наигрались как дети...
Ветер нежно поет
Про холодную даль,
Я с рассветом как сон улетаю...
Мой беззвучный полет
Серебрится, и жаль,
Что опять я ее забываю.

[Rhayader]

Nonsense
Ցիկլ. չկա

My heart in flame,
Now I’m so tame,
So weak and hot-
It pains a lot.
You made me high,
You made me fly,
Then took my wings-
Such perfect things.
My heart as glass
You broke- alas,
Your love I need
The way I bleed.
I have no words,
My heart is yours,
Like morning sun
Your smile will shine.
Your eyes I see,
They’re deep as sea,
And drowns my soul-
You’ve got me whole.
My soul in pains,
No blood in veins,
I know I miss
Your perfect kiss.
I have no light,
Your skin so bright,
My feeling’s strong,
This night- too long…
Without your love,
Without your kiss
Nonsense is life,
Nonsense is this.