Another drawing by me 🙂 I’m an amateur, but I’m trying to learn 🙂
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Freedom – Drawing by MarvellousNightmare
False Memories (Part 2)
DISCLAIMER: the events and the characters mentioned in this story are the product of the author’s imagination
And all of a sudden, the alarm went off. I was so astonished I sat up straight in an instant, looking around with incredulity: I was home! Could it all have been just a vivid nightmare then? Somehow, I seriously doubted that. I didn’t remember going to sleep; quite the opposite, I could perfectly recall every bitter detail of yesterday’s quarrel. I sneezed – exactly. I also had no doubts that I was drenched by rain while parading the night streets in shorts and unzipped. Still, I was in my bed, in pajamas, my yesterday’s clothes hanging on the chairs’ back.
In addition to all that, I got a splitting headache. The light – even this murky tender morning light which happens only right before dawn – seemed to be dazzling. I was completely disoriented. I stood up with a moan, and the whole world became blurred and shaky. Besides, my feet were still in pain. I sat down again.
The light was a problem here; I knew that it somehow affected the way I feel, so I decided to pull down the curtains and think. My eyesight was distorted; I couldn’t look directly at any object: my headache immediately returned magnified one thousand times. So I closed my eyes and started retracing yesterday’s walk, or rather my escape from home.
First and foremost – we quarreled. Two adult sisters living together is… hm, a challenging task. If only we had enough money and the place we could go we’d leave each other immediately. But as for now, we had neither choice, nor sources.
We were so different: She and I. Martha was brave and charismatic, always the center of attention. The awareness of that made Her addicted to the admiration of the crowd. My Sister spent all Her time on social media, impressing the public with retouched selfies and generated quotes, forgetting that these were fabricated lies that had little to do with her real self.
Continue reading “False Memories (Part 2)”False Memories (Part 1)
DISCLAIMER: the events and the characters mentioned in this story are the product of the author’s imagination
I guess it all began the moment I slammed the door loudly, causing the tiny rivers and streams of stone dust and chalk to run down onto the floor. I quickly scrutinized the tiny crevices and cracks around the doorframe – eternal remnants of my mood swings and our bitter quarrels… I ran down the steps diving into the silver moonlight that stole all the colors of this world except for black and white…
I could discern the catlike silhouettes in the silver slits of windows. All the voices from different flats were mixed and united in one preaching chorus, and all the graffities and scribbles that casually adorned the staircase during the day now were turned into magical patterns and figures. Like cavemen, we continue on and on to mark our achievements, wishes and feelings, etching them deep into the wall.
The entrance door swung open, welcoming the wet, damp wind to fill the darkness. A few rare cool drops of rain fell on my face, mingling and mixing with tears, calming me, reviving and suddenly filling everything with a sense of hope again. I went out, looking up at the sky and breathing deeply, trying to regain composure. My jacket was unzipped carelessly, my strides were long and bold… It was an attempt to become one with the wind, one with the coming storm, to cast off all formalities, reject the laws of physics, and fly over the earth in elemental fury.
A burning array of yellow windows was outlined brightly against the gray carcasses of the buildings, almost indiscernible in the surrounding darkness… I wish I could say the same about the drunken crowd of people, who were shouting and cursing loudly, while checking out the surroundings with an immense hunger for destruction. So I halted for a moment, praying to become invisible.
Continue reading “False Memories (Part 1)”Towards the Bus Stop
The calming velvet darkness covered her tightly, weaving the net of dreams inside her head. The girl stirred in her bed, shuddered and then unwillingly opened her eyes, “So cold!” First wish was to continue sleeping, never give up that realm of warmth, of acceptance… And whatever else she had never seen in her life. Then she laid still, waiting for her mother to wake up.
Elise laid silently and listened, but caught no motion in the bathroom or the hall. “What the hell is she doing? Perhaps she has already gone, and I just didn’t hear it”. Anyway, she had to wake up finally, so she sat down with a moan of disappointment, waited until the head became clear and the world before her eyes became stable enough to stand up and continue the morning routine. “It’s so dark outside…” The girl was utterly surprised to find neither a sound, nor the slightest movement in their flat and outside. Painful and overwhelming “I’m late!” rang in her head, made her heart run and jump chaotically in her chest. Unknown and unperceived power drew her out of her flat – faster… faster. Faster! “I’m always late!”
Continue reading “Towards the Bus Stop”Invisible
I’ll hide in dark
Deep crystal waters of the mountain river
Hurt by sharp stones. My pain will quickly mask the fever
Together with the fire of my soul. I know
My true face doesn’t entertain you all.
As someone living between rise and fall,
I’m inconvenient. Although
The only thing you find amazing is a show
In which you share funniest remarks:
Occasionally fire a few sparks.
I’ll hide in dark
Freezing, quick waters of the clear spring
You’ll never see my face: to even think
Of it hurts like the most vicious sting.
So I’ll lay quietly and let the waters sing
Above me. You will pass me by where I will hide,
The surface readily will show you fine reflection.
You won’t try
To notice more and satisfied
You’ll leave this place,
Enchantingly in love with your own face -
Eternal cause for daily exultation.
And I… I’ll hide in dark,
I’ll hide in dark,
I’ll hide in dark,
I’ll hide in dark...
And I'll hide in the darkest
Darkness.
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And in the deepest terrifying madness
Probably and finally I might
Embrace the brightest light.
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Nikołaj Gumilow – W mroku ponurej nocy…
W mroku ponurej nocy, W męce i bólu duszy, Marzą się mi dziwne oczy, Piękno nieziemskie mnie wzrusza. Tak mnie czarują te oczy, Oddałbym świat, nawet więcej. Nawet moją duszę mroczną, Moje zbolałe serce. Dla tajemniczych tych oczu, Z radością zejdę do grobu, Po najszczęśliwszą wyrocznie, Po śmierci łączącą nas obu. Dalej czarują mnie oczy Tym zagadkowym urokiem. Płoną ognistą mocą, Pełne tęsknotą i mrokiem. Ale na próżno ja marze, Niech już mi serce nie plonie. Nigdy się miłość nie zdarzy, Czyż litość dostanę od niej? Czas obojętnie mi leci, Szybko unosi się w dali, Lecz ciężar mam w swoim sercu, Ból nadal dusze mi pali. Originalny wiersz Tłumaczenie - MarvellousNightmare // Translated by MarvellousNightmare on Coconut Doesn't Exist
Blue
My balcony… The realm of true peace, sweet home of all my dreams,
Right now, for me, you are the only bay of freedom,
I sit and gaze upon the people passing on and by, at whims,
It's worse than it seems, is it a new martyrdom?
I’ll bear it, but even then, I’m feeling blue,
So lonely and forsaken: this land forever taken, by flu…
Or worse.
Does it exist? Who knows?
Now, we at last, do live in Eden.
So in my Weltschmerz, I just close my eyes, and as if no surprise,
I hear heaven’s weeping. The heavy drops of rain, come as disguise,
And as a relief of pain inside my heart. Don't share your advice;
Don’t dare, don’t you play and don’t pretend as always to be wise…
Between the rain and heaven’s dance I hear the blues,
I’d dance and sing… again, there is no use.
Deep down my soul, torn and hollow,
I’m feeling blue.
Do you?
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Winter
My soul, my heart, my thoughts are wiped and frozen. There is an empty and forgotten space inside. Perhaps, it is the pain that really caused it, There’s no continuation to my fight. Inside that place existing, feeling nothing, Erased and sealed completely to my core I cry and I continue constant mourning About everything and so much more. I’m numb, but I still feel the gentle kisses Of snowflakes falling down from the sky The wind plays with my hair, laughing, whistling... Embrace me, Winter, Love, and help me die. © MarvellousNightmare on Coconut Doesn't Exist This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
Past
I miss my former somber self.
In fears and tears darkly clad,
By shadows to the nightmares led,
To be both frightened and so glad…
I miss my former gloomy self
Left so alone… She won’t go on:
The hatred and rejection shown
So fiercely on every face.
And only sure death embrace
Will save her from all known
I miss my past, unhappy self
Do I remember those reproaches?
No empathy… Someone approaches,
And hits in “Word und Tat”
It hurts… My heart in plain pain scorches,
I almost lo… please, strike me hard!
And harder...
The wave of pain, the rain of pain,
Pierces me through again, again,
Revives, warms up, kills off… Insane,
I am insane! And I will reign
In my own lands among the marches of madness.
As Persephone I will be queen in Hades
I’ll try, I’ll fly, I’ll conquer worlds and sky!
And then she’s turned in blazing waves of pyre…
She’s dead, she’s dead, I mourn her though
Her tears, and fears, and ghostly glow.
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