Rois
poetry
Missing…
I miss your touch. I miss the fear you may not call, that end is near. I miss not knowing what will come. And now I know. And it is done. I miss feeling insecure. I miss trembling, wanting more. I miss fainting in your hands. I miss trying to make you my friend. I … Има още
Вслушай се в „не трябва“(превод)
По принцип нямам влечение към правенето на художествени преводи, освен ако не става въпрос за собствените ми произведения. Това особено много важи за чуждата поезия, защото смятам че магията от ритъма на един стих на определен език е почти невъзможно или много трудно би могла да се предаде при превода на друг език. Въпреки това … Има още
My Sweet November
My sweet November night… I remember the cold, and there was no light, and I was so bold… My sweet November bliss… May be there was wind, but I couldn’t stop kiss your lips when you grinned. My sweet November dream… We were sitting on your car, I was only seventeen and you were the … Има още
I Live In Poems
May be I was born here, in the middle of lies and fear, but inside me I know – here has never meant to be my home. I may not have fairy wings but after my shoes the ground sings. I may not have halo or a magic power, but in my eyes you see … Има още
Two words
I play with words, I live through them, I make them hurt, build them in frames, which I crush, or they crush me. They make me „hushhh“, they make me scream. I’m born for words, to draw and twist sometimes we flirt to devilish kiss, sometimes they turn me into slave. They give me thrones, … Има още
Few Of Us
Don’t tell me I’m born to be good. Don’t tell me I’ll save the light. They are people that will if they could. But me… I give up without fight. They are few of us, you know, that will never find any glory, that will never know anything to show, that will never be reason … Има още
Safety
Don’t look in the mirror, I know what you seek, that kid with the future, so clever and brave, that kid with the bright eyes, that felt so unique, that wanted the world and never longed safety. You’ve never felt safe. The kid is long gone, the mirror is darkened and you think in black. … Има още
Attempt At Haiku
Sweet September. Rain, leaves, birthday cake, cold nights. I’m an Autumn’s child. 01.09.2013 Sopot, Bulgaria author: ©Sabina Braycheva photo: Sabina Braycheva My submit for this week Trifextra challenge.
You’ll Be
My heart will stop when you appear. You’ll wake all hopes and all the fears. You’ll be the devil, and the king, you’ll make me scream, you’ll make me sing. You’ll make me run, you’ll make me stay you’ll make me curse, you’ll make me pray. You’ll be the doomed, the most desired, but never … Има още
Heart Touching Poetry
They are three things that would make people cry when they are reading your poetry. First one is to write with an aching heart. Second one is to write when you suffer an aching heart. And the third one – write with an aching heart. – Sabina Braycheva My submit for this week Trifextra challenge. … Има още
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