Sabina Braycheva

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 →

Becoming 32 (or selfie time) :)

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 →

Обещания, статистика и две години Роис се губи сред музите

И ето, че някак неусетно моя изгубен сред музите блог, стана на цели две години! Признавам, че все по-малко му отделям време, просто то се оказва дефицитно и не успявам да пиша за всичко, за което ми се пише. Все пак се надявам някой ден това да е възможно да се промени. Също така ме … Има още →

Trifecta Introduction

This post is specifically aimed to my trifectan friends, I just entered this writing community few weeks ago. Since I participated in few Trifecta challenges(actually mostly Trifextra challenges 🙂 ), I decided it is about time to answer some introduction questions, in case people wants to know a bit more about me. Few words about … 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 →

No Fear

Translation in English of this poem of mine. I saw suns. I saw oceans. I lived with no fear. I lived in dramas. I lived for me. And against me. I had a cold breath. And inhaled on time. I had power. I had light. And I put it out. To be reborn. I had … Има още →