Either they betray you, so it follows you, or the world is arranged in such a way that you do not fit into it. How is it really? – No one knows. Only he knows. Hey, you! Haughty. What about our old friendship? You are so beautiful, smart, attractive. And I’m lonely, unhappy. Your faithfulContinue reading “Story: “This is motherfucking message, bitch””
Author Archives: Artem Miachin
“There are white nights here. There won’t two of us here”.
So one day, a sparrow tried not to catch a bullet from a crazy hunter with a shot, a dove to dodge with its neck from a lazy butcher’s knife, a green frog to jump out of a woman’s holey trough. I am not her. This is an uncomfortable allegory for life. As for me,Continue reading ““There are white nights here. There won’t two of us here”.”
Verse: “I’m just the way I’m supposed to be”
I take a walk down the night street alone. Where my own long shadow trembles ahead, falling on wet, slippery asphalt. I came up with this idea under the drops of drizzling fine rain, under the dim white light of lantern. The light comes on somewhere in the window of the suburban house. The lightContinue reading “Verse: “I’m just the way I’m supposed to be””
Verse: “The saddest birthday”
Previously, I had a dream – it was a girl, perhaps exactly like Gigi Hadid. Maybe just like her. I knew she, being her friend. We sit on the floor together in a room, hugging each other, turning off all the lights and extraneous noise. We just sit hugging. Sunlight streams in from the window,Continue reading “Verse: “The saddest birthday””
He’s racist, she’s communist, here’s thief and there’s informal.
Lunch time of the day. It’s cloudy and gloomy outside. The windows of the city streets are whitewashed due to haze. In a street stream of cars. The cars are humming merrily, not letting walkers collect with their thoughts. There was a traffic jam near the bank at the crossroads. The advertising signs are linedContinue reading “He’s racist, she’s communist, here’s thief and there’s informal.”
I Won’t Forgive
They don’t let me sleep with their children’s cries under my windows. In the song, I hear her thin female voice: “Help me …”. On the screen, unsanitary conditions and her adult body. The dog people, cat people are around. I’m sorry. I need to be proud on the right and strong on the leftContinue reading “I Won’t Forgive”
About myself
Hours pass, turning into days; months move to years. My friend, if I want to live immodestly, I should have done it yesterday. Now, turning her nose away from me, she wants to shoot me. There is on the first tree that comes across, drive a disheveled golden head into a noose.Pull she up toContinue reading “About myself”
Businesswoman
She’s busy schedule, phone rings. My business is just empty vanity for her. There’s no place for me. After all, she is a serious business woman. What about me? I am an empty column, without a record. “Call the boss, order the bedspreads.” On a schedule like this, where do I fit myself? After all,Continue reading “Businesswoman”
long-awaited
Hello to you from cloudy St. Petersburg’s squere. It’s damp and rainy here, but You’ve a hotly. We never saw with you, but we will meet, definitely. It’ll on the streets our metropolis, – Moskow. I will remember that day, I will draw it in my memory. That morning we will wander together along theContinue reading “long-awaited”
Her hate
She hates me with a quiet hatred, While I’m having insomnia, how do you sleep, darling? You’re great at shooting me. Why do you need it? I already once torn to pieces in love. I want to say I hate, but it turns out I love. You are a complete fool. No, I idolize. I’mContinue reading “Her hate”
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