[~Cliche~]

Hells no. I know you! And that's not my language. HA! My language is... bunneh.

[Alexey]

You're messed up buddie!

[~Cliche~]

You spelled "BuDDY" Wrong, Buddy!

[~Cliche~]

None of these poems are true... They are either about my friends or something in my head which I made up...
Prisoner of War
I am a prisoner
I cannot be helped
No one cares about me
I am nothing to them
I haven't stolen items
I haven't commited crimes
I never thought of murder
and never
have I hated another
human's life.
The cell is dark and
cold
around me lie bones
worn and old.
I lie among them,
almost one of them,
starving is my death.
Someone let in the light,
as I lie there not moving
They opened the door.
They asked, "Who are you?"
I weakley answered, "Prisoner of
war."

***
The end is very near
My life is passing by
there is nothing to do here
nothing to do, but
die.


If I could Pick
If I could pick someone
to love me it
would be you
We would take
walks in the park
and kiss in
the sunset too
If I could pick someone
to love me it
would be you
alone
and as I try
to kill myself
I just want you to
know, that my
Love for you
has grown.

The Masked Murderer
The Masked Murderer
makes his way through the
crowd, talking talking very
loud
pushing, shoving, every
way
the street is full
like this all day.
The Masked Murderer
takes out his gun
The Masked Murderer
believes killing is fun
he shoots a few
people, whoop-dee-do!
The Masked Murderer
is coming
through!

Naryl's Poem
Her pencil flies across
the paper, word
by
word
they build the
sentences, the rhymes
they make each letter
seem alive
building scenes
emotions
building visons
and dreams
her wishes coming
true, word
by
word
her pencil flies across the paper.

Take My hand
Take my hand
and like this
together
we can go through
anything
the dark is not
so dark when
you're with
me
and the ocean is not so deep
the fire
cannot burn
my skin
and the snow
is not so cold
so take my hand now,
take it, and never
let go.

He took
He took my hand...
and my heart
I'm pretty sure he
got my eye
and I think he
got my nose
pretty sure he took
my toes
he also took a
handful of my hair,
leaving the top
of my head, bare
He took my nails,
and my ears,
and when he says
he loves me, my
reply is, "What? I cannot
hear!"

He lied
He lied
he lied about everything
and
I cried
I cried about it
He lied
He lied about loving me
I knew
I knew that all along
yet
I let him
I let him in my life
I let him
I let him break my heart.

So I
I knew I wanted revenge on him
So I
I knew he can't live on
So I
I took his blood and spilled it
so he
he can't break hearts anymore...

***
She was murdered
and he cried
She was buried
He quietly died
she burned in hell
he gave up heaven
her soul was evil
and he tamed it
she could not fly
he gave up wings
she had nothing
he gave up everything
she told him, "Go away!"
and he said, "No"
Now I KNOW that that's
true love!

[Bagirka]

Кажется, мне пора пробовать переводить стихи ребенка, - только не помню, чтобы занималась переводом такой депрессухи, - не уверена, что получится.

[Alexey]

Да-а-а-а, Багира! Что-то твоя дочь слишком по взрослому пишет, откуда у нее это? Даже мурашки по коже.
А сделать перевод, даже не знаю, сможешь ли передать все так же, как получилось подействовать у нее.

[Bagirka]

Итак, несмотря на полный разброд в ритме и размере, рискну перевести.

The Mist


I walk in the mist
there is nothing
to see
no bird
no bear
all there is
is air
in the mist
No soul walking past
Nothing all quiet
I never shall see light
in the mist
Hiding the world
in the mist
And my life is sold

Тьма

Брожу в пустоте,
В тумане густом,
Ни зги не видать,
Ни зверя, ни птиц,
Лишь воздуха ком
В тумане густом.

Нет жизни в тиши,
В сплошной темноте,
И света не будет
В тумане -
Мир весь погряз
В тумане
И жизнь моя там...

[Avakovich]

Баги, откуда у ребенка туманная грусть?

[Arega]

Баги, откуда у ребенка туманная грусть?

у нее переходный возраст

[~Cliche~]

That poem is old...this poem sounds better in russian! Try to translate He lied ^^

[Alexey]

Странно, Багир, природа на детях не отдохнула! Ялоко от яблони!

[Bagirka]

Rainbow Bridge

Don't worry when I die
I will fly and fly and fly
To a magical place
Where I get plenty of space
and food and shelter
don't worry it will get better
When you die I hope
to walk across the rainbow bridge
with you...

Не печалься, когда я уйду, -
Я взлечу у тебя на виду,
Полечу я в волшебную даль,
Где есть все, чтоб не видеть печаль,
Там и сытость, и кров, и уют,
Не волнуйся - меня там поймут!
А когда полетишь ты за мной -
Мы на Радужный Мост взойдем -
Вдвоём!

[Alexey]

Красота!

[~Cliche~]

Lost River
I walk in the sunlight
I am lost amongst trees
walking on the trail
beneath me twigs and leaves
on one side the river,
forever lost
impossible to swim in
impossible to cross
it twists and zig-zags
it drowns
it kills
twisting and turning
its screams
so shrill
no one nears the river
no one ever tried
no one except the people
who did it
and they died.

[Alexey]

Oh my, there always someone's dying and suffering and something crushing... You're not yet tired of these horrors? Young beauty, you definitely could create some brilliant texts.

[~Cliche~]

Thank you

[Bagirka]

Солгал, -
он лгал про все на свете мне,
И -
печаль,
Печаль меня взяла.

Соглгал, -
Он лгал, что он влюблен в меня,

А мне -
Мне было ясно всё.

Но -
впустила,
впустила в жизнь мою,
позволив -
мне сердце ранить так.

И я -
казалось, отомстить хотела...
Ему -
ему теперь не жить!

И я -
пролью его кровищу, -
Чтоб он -
Сердец не разбивал!

[Alexey]

Багир, вы с дочкой на пару шутите или это серьезно ? мрак какой-то...

[Bagirka]

Сама вижу, что мрак - я бы даже назвала это бредом, но - из песни слов не выкинешь.....

[~Cliche~]

The Knife
The knife that cut through human skin
the knife that scraped bones till they were clean
the knife that carved a heart right out
the knife that showed when not to shout
the knife that pecked out bloody eyes
the knife that caused such painful cries
the knife that made a terrible split
I wonder what to do with it...