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.
St. Revered David of Hermopolis
Have you ever felt the desert?
A home of ashy camel hooves,
dangerous brigands, chief first,
kill amid God with countermoves.
This is where David thrives;
Blood on swords of wilderness.
Ferocious face that pities lives
less than chance deserving access.
Yet God's providence is loved,
he quite knowing murdered hearts,
no one erased but still unreproved,
fate unbiased, as choices are art.
No one crueler than David walked,
a head of over thirty restless,
he tortured till the victims locked
in countenance...
A home of ashy camel hooves,
dangerous brigands, chief first,
kill amid God with countermoves.
This is where David thrives;
Blood on swords of wilderness.
Ferocious face that pities lives
less than chance deserving access.
Yet God's providence is loved,
he quite knowing murdered hearts,
no one erased but still unreproved,
fate unbiased, as choices are art.
No one crueler than David walked,
a head of over thirty restless,
he tortured till the victims locked
in countenance...
#LifeStruggles
#spiritual
#LifeChangingMoment
#historical
#philosophical
408 reads
12 Comments
Freedom is Back
The waves are hitting seaside rocks
and my vacation's almost over.
I'm trying to heal with salty drops,
carried by the wind's exposure.
Are they adventurers on airy rafts,
or are they just my desperate tears?
Deep inside, I imagine scenery of crafts,
that inspire for a living but who really hears?
In the bus I'm heading to my home,
to slavery of irradiation tasteless,
I am desperate to escape but feel alone;
and this is how I'm stuck yet restless.
Does this job provide a safe tomorrow?
As this is why I never...
and my vacation's almost over.
I'm trying to heal with salty drops,
carried by the wind's exposure.
Are they adventurers on airy rafts,
or are they just my desperate tears?
Deep inside, I imagine scenery of crafts,
that inspire for a living but who really hears?
In the bus I'm heading to my home,
to slavery of irradiation tasteless,
I am desperate to escape but feel alone;
and this is how I'm stuck yet restless.
Does this job provide a safe tomorrow?
As this is why I never...
#happiness
#courage
#freedom
#escape
#FeelingTrapped
479 reads
17 Comments
Sauron Painting (Visual)
Sauron Painting (Visual)
#dark
#murder
#evil
#JRRTolkien
#horror
538 reads
9 Comments
Oh NO! Snap! And Life is gone.
Today I've sent an alarming invitation
to my yucky past of scholarly doom;
when boredom struggled in patience;
I have sent it; but to whom?
It was to my frizzy hair.
It was the issue, most of all.
Excellence does often bear
the crown of lack of hairstyle.
I did waste my teenage years.
For I guiltily just always studied.
Salt smells of vacations but my tears
tasted like the very same ingredient, but bullied.
Now, university has different airs.
Freedom unlocked, like there's no tomorrow. ...
to my yucky past of scholarly doom;
when boredom struggled in patience;
I have sent it; but to whom?
It was to my frizzy hair.
It was the issue, most of all.
Excellence does often bear
the crown of lack of hairstyle.
I did waste my teenage years.
For I guiltily just always studied.
Salt smells of vacations but my tears
tasted like the very same ingredient, but bullied.
Now, university has different airs.
Freedom unlocked, like there's no tomorrow. ...
#courage
#LifeStruggles
#misunderstood
#FeelingTrapped
#responsibility
406 reads
10 Comments
I Love You!
A moment yearned for years now,
where goodness wins a newest smile,
where angel feathers caressing my vow
take joy and rest; for it's been a while.
Always promising I'd lean on you,
on your plan so thoughtfully designed;
healing sounds and calming hues;
only If I would reach out my hand.
I hate to hear you crying "Sorry!"
for you're a romantic tender soul,
your eyes so ever full of worries
pour tears of protection over all.
Capable you are, we all rely on you,
and we can only thank you for your grace, ...
where goodness wins a newest smile,
where angel feathers caressing my vow
take joy and rest; for it's been a while.
Always promising I'd lean on you,
on your plan so thoughtfully designed;
healing sounds and calming hues;
only If I would reach out my hand.
I hate to hear you crying "Sorry!"
for you're a romantic tender soul,
your eyes so ever full of worries
pour tears of protection over all.
Capable you are, we all rely on you,
and we can only thank you for your grace, ...
#love
#hope
#heartbroken
#responsibility
#hurt
573 reads
4 Comments
Forgiveness' magnanimity
Your tears, humble snowdrops dewy,
surrounded by snow of pure intent.
Capable, a saviour of blossoming tulips,
you, spring of hope, life's fundament.
I cry no more, despair's gone forever,
as your source inexhaustible reminds
me of the justice that will never
lose a soul, for love its way finds.
Your chicklings are martyrs despaired,
amid arrogance of humankind's hypocrisy
that minces them in fate a human wouldn't bear,
your Golden promise turns to legacy
of excuses that compare itself to animals,
when it is...
surrounded by snow of pure intent.
Capable, a saviour of blossoming tulips,
you, spring of hope, life's fundament.
I cry no more, despair's gone forever,
as your source inexhaustible reminds
me of the justice that will never
lose a soul, for love its way finds.
Your chicklings are martyrs despaired,
amid arrogance of humankind's hypocrisy
that minces them in fate a human wouldn't bear,
your Golden promise turns to legacy
of excuses that compare itself to animals,
when it is...
#love
#forgiveness
#animals
#God
#TruthOfLife
449 reads
3 Comments
Ukraine
Beautiful people, heroes you are.
How bright your courage rays!
This unexpected useless war
reeks of doom but brave, new days
you meet with honor in your hearts,
faith immaculate amid despair and grief;
you spirits of culture, you country of arts,
always find the strength to believe
in the future of your home, your dearest in need.
Together you stand and do you give up? Never!
Mothers with newborns determined, breastfeed,
never letting go of values, virtues that last forever.
Ukraine, you are known for...
How bright your courage rays!
This unexpected useless war
reeks of doom but brave, new days
you meet with honor in your hearts,
faith immaculate amid despair and grief;
you spirits of culture, you country of arts,
always find the strength to believe
in the future of your home, your dearest in need.
Together you stand and do you give up? Never!
Mothers with newborns determined, breastfeed,
never letting go of values, virtues that last forever.
Ukraine, you are known for...
#love
#courage
#war
#faith
#historical
589 reads
14 Comments
The Dance of Creation
The world is indeed full of peril, and in it there are many dark places; but still there is much that is fair, and though in all lands love is now mingled with grief, it grows perhaps the greater.” - J.R.R.Tolkien
Burning with hatred's incentive,
his thoughts quite twisted with sins,
corrupted his allies, inventive
the only loyal one truly within.
A massacre of the unworthy,
where goodness guilty becomes;
yet unpretentious his curtsy
before the world's doomed homes.
His mantle covers all currents,
the might is still...
Burning with hatred's incentive,
his thoughts quite twisted with sins,
corrupted his allies, inventive
the only loyal one truly within.
A massacre of the unworthy,
where goodness guilty becomes;
yet unpretentious his curtsy
before the world's doomed homes.
His mantle covers all currents,
the might is still...
#corruption
#spiritual
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#JRRTolkien
489 reads
6 Comments
Melkor's Smile
Melkor was carefully hearkening
to ideas unveiling before him,
ambitious and absolute; darkening,
he smirked, abundant with vim.
He turned to blackened smoke,
swirling as a vortex of attraction.
Then his voice echoed and woke
a truce that is always in action.
"How interesting affirming a choice is.
If you have a high ideal,
even opposing the Source, rejoicings
are still a Cause that's worth the feel.
Not that I should be excused.
For crime is never to be self-belittled.
But the firm...
to ideas unveiling before him,
ambitious and absolute; darkening,
he smirked, abundant with vim.
He turned to blackened smoke,
swirling as a vortex of attraction.
Then his voice echoed and woke
a truce that is always in action.
"How interesting affirming a choice is.
If you have a high ideal,
even opposing the Source, rejoicings
are still a Cause that's worth the feel.
Not that I should be excused.
For crime is never to be self-belittled.
But the firm...
#love
#evil
#TruthOfLife
#philosophical
#JRRTolkien
413 reads
4 Comments
Living the Eru
The void before it all was twisting,
where all was undifferentiated.
It was so hollow and slow, consisting
of pre-existance non enunciated.
Not like the void now, blackness creative.
That abyss was the loneliest feeling.
In Melkor rose an impetus imperative,
despite how tired it made his being.
What an irony, isn't it? No, it's beyond.
He stared emptily "If I enter now,
I won't return." Loveless, he does have a bond
and actually amour, with family vowed.
He loves the void, indeed he ever does.
But this is...
where all was undifferentiated.
It was so hollow and slow, consisting
of pre-existance non enunciated.
Not like the void now, blackness creative.
That abyss was the loneliest feeling.
In Melkor rose an impetus imperative,
despite how tired it made his being.
What an irony, isn't it? No, it's beyond.
He stared emptily "If I enter now,
I won't return." Loveless, he does have a bond
and actually amour, with family vowed.
He loves the void, indeed he ever does.
But this is...
#love
#loneliness
#God
#spiritual
#JRRTolkien
378 reads
0 Comments
Prison
Reeks of hell, ceiling lost in mould,
trapped behind a door hermetic.
Claustrophobia at its best, to unfold
as mental lunacy for days, kinetics
trapped inside feet within a square meter,
and I shall be no more, yet can I die?
For a fragile girl, this gruesome theatre
of criminals on top, below oppressed goodbyes.
Mistakes are easily ommitted...
Politicians, please do kill and steal.
Freedom prevails for your commited
endless cycle of pig life style and meal.
Politeness and diligence never matter, do they?
I...
trapped behind a door hermetic.
Claustrophobia at its best, to unfold
as mental lunacy for days, kinetics
trapped inside feet within a square meter,
and I shall be no more, yet can I die?
For a fragile girl, this gruesome theatre
of criminals on top, below oppressed goodbyes.
Mistakes are easily ommitted...
Politicians, please do kill and steal.
Freedom prevails for your commited
endless cycle of pig life style and meal.
Politeness and diligence never matter, do they?
I...
#regret
#drugs
#MentalHealth
#prison
#FeelingTrapped
588 reads
2 Comments
Second death
I have always wondered widely...
Of the Cosmic laws and ways.
Obvious practices that might be
not what they seem; eyes agaze.
We have heard the story of evil..
the rebellion of Lucifer and more
examples that we judge, retrieval
of crimes we hate or can't ignore.
Yet... It is not about murder.
It is not about intent of good.
Rather, the soul's own ardour,
passion and capacities matured.
For if you have the inner virtue
to stand your ground, declare viewpoints,
and have a goal, strict plans that true ...
Of the Cosmic laws and ways.
Obvious practices that might be
not what they seem; eyes agaze.
We have heard the story of evil..
the rebellion of Lucifer and more
examples that we judge, retrieval
of crimes we hate or can't ignore.
Yet... It is not about murder.
It is not about intent of good.
Rather, the soul's own ardour,
passion and capacities matured.
For if you have the inner virtue
to stand your ground, declare viewpoints,
and have a goal, strict plans that true ...
#identity
#death
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
#SelfWorth
410 reads
5 Comments
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