{"id":15303,"date":"2024-06-15T12:55:38","date_gmt":"2024-06-15T10:55:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=15303"},"modified":"2024-06-15T12:55:38","modified_gmt":"2024-06-15T10:55:38","slug":"poems-by-mykyta-ryzhykh","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=15303","title":{"rendered":"poems by Mykyta Ryzhykh"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>My boy<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>my boyfriend says that he only falls in love with geniuses and I fall asleep in the crotch of a crossroads during silent rain<\/p>\n<p>drops speak of the important and insignificant as if about the unborn \u0441hrist<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>yes, all words are written with a small letter except the word christ<\/p>\n<p>sometimes with a capital letter you can write the word i and the letter i<\/p>\n<p>wet birds beat over a traffic jam<\/p>\n<p>wet people fight with made-up rules<\/p>\n<p>my late boyfriend always called the streets after birds and people<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>every time I come back to the room with an empty chair<\/p>\n<p>back to the room with an empty heart<\/p>\n<p>I return to the room of the demolished house<\/p>\n<p>walking through the cemetery with mental flowers<\/p>\n<p>skipping work under false pretenses<\/p>\n<p>just to no longer see stone people clinging to hatred<\/p>\n<p>just to see the grave of love more often<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>here under the arms of the trees is a tombstone<\/p>\n<p>here lies the corpse of love which once again turned out to be useless to anyone<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Monster<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He lived in the taiga<\/p>\n<p>He fed on fears<\/p>\n<p>He fed on the blood of communism<\/p>\n<p>His soft paws had sharp claws<\/p>\n<p>The fingers of anyone he met turned into screams<\/p>\n<p>Boys with rifles couldn&#8217;t sleep<\/p>\n<p>Boys with rifles wished they had died<\/p>\n<p>Boys with rifles fell asleep with their bellies ripped open<\/p>\n<p>The prisoners felled the forest without fear<\/p>\n<p>Imprisonment and death are worse than meeting him<\/p>\n<p>But who is he and where did this furry monster come from in the taiga?<\/p>\n<p>Boys inside men died during encounters with this monster<\/p>\n<p>The rifles screamed and died in the depths of the taiga<\/p>\n<p>And the helpless prisoners were supposed to get their death in the taiga<\/p>\n<p>After all death is just a surprise box<\/p>\n<p>The monster came to everyone sooner or later<\/p>\n<p>People died in extermination camps<\/p>\n<p>The roar of the monster and the roar of the gulag echoed over the quiet taiga<\/p>\n<p>Future corpses dug for themselves a grave of shared despair<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Love in a concentration camp<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The belly is full of earth<\/p>\n<p>The earth is full of bellies<\/p>\n<p>Let it be<\/p>\n<p>Let it not be<\/p>\n<p>The hand is alive touch the hand<\/p>\n<p>Not hand<\/p>\n<p>Touch the spirit<\/p>\n<p>Spirits floated<\/p>\n<p>We were sailing<\/p>\n<p>A five-pointed star of sand floated<\/p>\n<p>Everything went to hell<\/p>\n<p>\u041eh God<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We were flying<\/p>\n<p>In her eyes was the sadness of non-existent love<\/p>\n<p>There was a five-pointed star in my eyes<\/p>\n<p>We lay in the ground<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>The unknown of love<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The unknown of love in which the boat of the body of another drowned man is drowning, trying to get out of the abyss. The madness of loneliness freezes on the water and the silence bursts with bubbles. Tell me, how long have you been chewing the pulp of time in the dark, drinking wine? Your jaw is cramping too. The moon, like a wolf, clings its teeth to the pale skin of silence. In the morning no one will rise again. No one will love you in the morning.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Haiku<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>life in the painful<\/p>\n<p>patches of<\/p>\n<p>\u0430utumn leaves<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My boy &nbsp; my boyfriend says that he only falls in love with geniuses and I fall asleep in the crotch of a crossroads during silent rain drops speak of the important and insignificant as if about the unborn \u0441hrist<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1705,77],"tags":[1706,1123,1686],"class_list":["post-15303","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-81","category-english","tag-egophobia-81","tag-english","tag-mykyta-ryzhykh"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-3YP","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15303","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=15303"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15303\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15304,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15303\/revisions\/15304"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15303"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15303"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15303"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}