Submissions by AaronBraveHeart (Boyana Popova)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Hello! My name is Boyana. I love the sense of mystery, fantasy and magic; also the scent of exotic faraway places, especially the tropics and jungle temples. I love feeling holy and cold like the air of an early morning sorrowful Catholic cathedral.
Heart Craves Home
Silently, a girl is reading,
how to love and how to serve,
is her heart profoundly bleeding?
Surely, she has a nerve.
Her vision is floating
above castles of light,
covering in overcoating
her heart against the dark.
Shields aren't effective,
compared to the Agni Fire,
pain is still infective
underneath illusions dire.
She reads of karma's ways.
The insight, hovering, lands
on her head, a victorious day,
let Agni burn deceptive plans.
A time of trial has commenced.
A silent test...
how to love and how to serve,
is her heart profoundly bleeding?
Surely, she has a nerve.
Her vision is floating
above castles of light,
covering in overcoating
her heart against the dark.
Shields aren't effective,
compared to the Agni Fire,
pain is still infective
underneath illusions dire.
She reads of karma's ways.
The insight, hovering, lands
on her head, a victorious day,
let Agni burn deceptive plans.
A time of trial has commenced.
A silent test...
#love
#God
#Christian
#LifeChangingMoment
#SelfDiscovery
107 reads
3 Comments
Eru The Ilúvatar
Father Sabaoth loved from the Sky,
transcendental empty Creation.
Directing the circle's Cube, Alive,
he had In Thought a Preparation.
Why should he shape it all,
gifting alone lack of meaning?
His sphere of action is the Law.
"Elohim!" he uttered, winning.
The Flame Imperishable ignited,
at the centre of Netzach's membrane,
The Makers of Form He United,
Life's Outpouring Nexus reigned.
The Creator and Sustainer of Perfection,
Hierarch of The Elohim The Twelve,
Divine Directors...
transcendental empty Creation.
Directing the circle's Cube, Alive,
he had In Thought a Preparation.
Why should he shape it all,
gifting alone lack of meaning?
His sphere of action is the Law.
"Elohim!" he uttered, winning.
The Flame Imperishable ignited,
at the centre of Netzach's membrane,
The Makers of Form He United,
Life's Outpouring Nexus reigned.
The Creator and Sustainer of Perfection,
Hierarch of The Elohim The Twelve,
Divine Directors...
#God
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#mystery
#JRRTolkien
76 reads
16 Comments
Lonely
I miss you, nothing else to say.
Siberia's the heating of my heart.
Why was it impossible to stay?
To give us a fresh new start.
I guess I have to stay alone.
Your place is always there.
In fact, my chest contains a stone,
its pulsations I can't bear.
I depend on myself now.
I drew my force from you.
I have to go on but how?
I really .... have no clue.
It's sad to be alone.
Feeling lonely burdens me.
We won't really have a home,
where will I even be?
I had a purpose and a dream.
Now the wind...
Siberia's the heating of my heart.
Why was it impossible to stay?
To give us a fresh new start.
I guess I have to stay alone.
Your place is always there.
In fact, my chest contains a stone,
its pulsations I can't bear.
I depend on myself now.
I drew my force from you.
I have to go on but how?
I really .... have no clue.
It's sad to be alone.
Feeling lonely burdens me.
We won't really have a home,
where will I even be?
I had a purpose and a dream.
Now the wind...
#love
#grief
#loneliness
#death
#IMissYou
211 reads
15 Comments
Prince Duryodhana (Mahabharata: spoiler alert)
Strangely silent at the end,
Duryodhana reconciling,
where enemy must be a friend
and a family could be rewinding.
Let go of childhood,
where vice seems to nest.
And yet now he stood
maturely before his rest.
A man's got complexion,
yet pride turns to greed,
when facing rejection;
sheer physical lead.
He hated his cousins,
for he felt they stood out.
Childish whims summon
reckless patterns of doubt.
He tried to trap them
and burn them in a house;
failing it, a...
Duryodhana reconciling,
where enemy must be a friend
and a family could be rewinding.
Let go of childhood,
where vice seems to nest.
And yet now he stood
maturely before his rest.
A man's got complexion,
yet pride turns to greed,
when facing rejection;
sheer physical lead.
He hated his cousins,
for he felt they stood out.
Childish whims summon
reckless patterns of doubt.
He tried to trap them
and burn them in a house;
failing it, a...
#war
#religion
#spiritual
#morality
#Hindu
130 reads
4 Comments
We can go through cancer, my dear!
Don't give up, my dear sunshine;
your pain is like a knife to me,
your weary face expecting times,
when healthy you will be.
You are a hero on a quest
to regain your cozy smile,
and may your eyes find rest
but because they are alive;
beyond the lengthy struggle,
when each second is eternal,
hopeful trouble; gently huggle
me, in my love maternal.
Love that won't give up;
for we will find the root...
when the horror stops
you'll win a fresh route... ...
your pain is like a knife to me,
your weary face expecting times,
when healthy you will be.
You are a hero on a quest
to regain your cozy smile,
and may your eyes find rest
but because they are alive;
beyond the lengthy struggle,
when each second is eternal,
hopeful trouble; gently huggle
me, in my love maternal.
Love that won't give up;
for we will find the root...
when the horror stops
you'll win a fresh route... ...
#hope
#courage
#inspirational
#cancer
#determination
514 reads
27 Comments
Imaginary Friends
~ Written on the 27th of September 2008 ~~
◗♪♫♬
I'm always walking. Somewhere.
Trying to reach my imaginary friends.
I can see them. They're flying
around me and around my hands.
But when I stretch my arm,
I realise. They aren't here.
Well, they maybe aren't far.
They aren't near...
I'm walking. Somewhere.
And it's always the same.
I can't find them. Anywhere..
Isn't it a shame?
My warm smiles, my rainbows,
Everything's lost in the hole.
Heartless plays with voodoo dolls ...
◗♪♫♬
I'm always walking. Somewhere.
Trying to reach my imaginary friends.
I can see them. They're flying
around me and around my hands.
But when I stretch my arm,
I realise. They aren't here.
Well, they maybe aren't far.
They aren't near...
I'm walking. Somewhere.
And it's always the same.
I can't find them. Anywhere..
Isn't it a shame?
My warm smiles, my rainbows,
Everything's lost in the hole.
Heartless plays with voodoo dolls ...
#loneliness
#friendship
#dreams
#FeelingLost
#surreal
349 reads
4 Comments
The 678 never-ending catsongs
~ Written on the 30th of October 2008 ~~
Waiting in her hopeless agony,
the shadows are running around.
In this world, there's no harmony..
She's running through the ghostly sound.
Now, she's shaking in her deadly paroxysm.
The black hole in her soul, here is the end.
She's been stuck between her dreams,
trying to reach her imaginary friend.
Shadows under her eyes, scary gongs.
World is empty, and the lonely cats
are singing their never-ending songs..
Waiting in her hopeless agony,
the shadows are running around.
In this world, there's no harmony..
She's running through the ghostly sound.
Now, she's shaking in her deadly paroxysm.
The black hole in her soul, here is the end.
She's been stuck between her dreams,
trying to reach her imaginary friend.
Shadows under her eyes, scary gongs.
World is empty, and the lonely cats
are singing their never-ending songs..
#loneliness
#dreams
#night
#ghosts
#mystery
220 reads
0 Comments
My cancer superhero
A sudden glimpse of trains is hitting
but the avenue is rainy, colder
than my hopes that, weeping,
give you my homely shoulder.
Years passing in the mirror,
a reflection of a retro car,
is your death approaching near?
My cancer hero superstar.
A nebulae fogging eyes,
fragile guitar resting shyly,
politely my heart ignites
your gentleness but why...him?
You never loved as kindly
yet caressed my hoping face.
A videotape is now rewinding,
after disappearance erased.
Your lengthy hair fell down, ...
but the avenue is rainy, colder
than my hopes that, weeping,
give you my homely shoulder.
Years passing in the mirror,
a reflection of a retro car,
is your death approaching near?
My cancer hero superstar.
A nebulae fogging eyes,
fragile guitar resting shyly,
politely my heart ignites
your gentleness but why...him?
You never loved as kindly
yet caressed my hoping face.
A videotape is now rewinding,
after disappearance erased.
Your lengthy hair fell down, ...
#love
#grief
#hope
#cancer
#fear
213 reads
10 Comments
Catsong
~ Written on the 24th of October 2008 ~~
A never-ending autumn is living in my head.
My soul's empty and my world is blackened.
I'm living in a desert, and a desert's living in,
It feels like the song of the lonely wind,
like the birds on the live wire, like a strange drawing.
It looks like I'm staying, but actually I'm crawling.
I'm far away from people, I live in a different place.
There's ghost mist in my soul and mist in my face.
Deeper is my pleasure, deeper are my feelings,
I'm just a living sleeper, a paper doll who...
A never-ending autumn is living in my head.
My soul's empty and my world is blackened.
I'm living in a desert, and a desert's living in,
It feels like the song of the lonely wind,
like the birds on the live wire, like a strange drawing.
It looks like I'm staying, but actually I'm crawling.
I'm far away from people, I live in a different place.
There's ghost mist in my soul and mist in my face.
Deeper is my pleasure, deeper are my feelings,
I'm just a living sleeper, a paper doll who...
#loneliness
#cats
#tragedy
#despair
#emptiness
171 reads
1 Comment
Lover
~ Written on the 18th of February 2018 ~~
@'~'- ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆
In this cold and starry night
On my bed I lay alone
In my head I'm asking why
do I miss you to the bones?
Once you said, don't waste your life
waiting for me there...
But that's me, for you I'd dive
into depths unknown, I'd dare!
But the night I said is cold,
as the wind blows some sorrow,
tells me, you're too bold,
he may leave tomorrow...
And the wind is right
Why my burning fire ...
@'~'- ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆
In this cold and starry night
On my bed I lay alone
In my head I'm asking why
do I miss you to the bones?
Once you said, don't waste your life
waiting for me there...
But that's me, for you I'd dive
into depths unknown, I'd dare!
But the night I said is cold,
as the wind blows some sorrow,
tells me, you're too bold,
he may leave tomorrow...
And the wind is right
Why my burning fire ...
#sadness
#love
#grief
#loneliness
#rejection
278 reads
3 Comments
Fear of Loss (Funeral: The Last Rites Competition Entry)
Always the same scenario...
repeated in my head.
Long days now rarely do
stop haunting in my bed.
The wind is rather quiet;
alas, a whispered song.
I'm blind, my eyes are shut.
For I must be wrong.
No one has died yet;
but I attend a funeral;
for my love is upset
to lose, though presumable.
The weepers shriek,
but can't revive,
along the corpse still vivid.
A mourner, I'm weak,
deader inside,
than the soul forever lifted.
The dead are gone;
but I am here.
Lonely,
on...
repeated in my head.
Long days now rarely do
stop haunting in my bed.
The wind is rather quiet;
alas, a whispered song.
I'm blind, my eyes are shut.
For I must be wrong.
No one has died yet;
but I attend a funeral;
for my love is upset
to lose, though presumable.
The weepers shriek,
but can't revive,
along the corpse still vivid.
A mourner, I'm weak,
deader inside,
than the soul forever lifted.
The dead are gone;
but I am here.
Lonely,
on...
#grief
#hope
#death
#sun
#dawn
278 reads
10 Comments
Mahatma Kuthumi Pythagoras (Visual)
Mahatma Kuthumi Pythagoras
#happiness
#love
#inspirational
#God
#faith
390 reads
7 Comments
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