Стихи на английском языке

[April90]

1. Invisible Scars

The poison of spring has dissolved in my veins;
A second is worth both my future and past.
The more I denied my becoming insane,
The sooner insanity touched me at last.
The silence we hear is the laugh of my fate,
The soundless laugh at the one I forgot -
The yesterday's me - and the force to create
The life I portrayed. But it's less than I've got.
I love the invisible scars of my skin -
The blades of your hands are so tempting, indeed.
These words I give birth to just come from within,
Revealing the truth till the scars start to bleed.
These words cost two hours less than a night -
Mixed feelings are harder to rhyme than small talk.
Two hours more, and the things will go right
As long as I fail my deceiving the clock.

2. Hope-less

Deceptive freedom. Honest lies.
A charming, yet so dreadful guise.
Forgotten memories. Two hearts
Are in my chest, both torn apart.
Strong weakness of a wilted rose.
My two reflections, one disclosed.
A shadow of changing shapes.
The sorrow of different shades.
A bleeding wrist of strangers'faith.
A crystal tear on no one's face.

Odd soulless hearts in mystic frames,
You have no voices, know no shame!
Just when you're dumb, your words are true.
I'm hopeless. Well. But who are you??
You're nothingness behind green eyes,
Mistakes that never happen twice.
You're just a riddle for a day
To figure out - and stay away
From all this simply perfect mess,
Where I am hope, and you - are less.

3. Every Single Evening's Plot

I closed the door of my dirty old flat,
I went outside for a short evening stroll.
I bought some cheap hooch and a condom instead.
I'd only arrived when I heard a phone call.
It was so persistent, so deafening loud.
Who failed to forget me? I wanted to know.
I took a deep breath for a desperate shout,
Picked up the receiver: "Hello! Hello?"
Just silence. An error? Wrong number? Or what?
A quick thought of you. Stupid me! Would you care?
I started to feel all the spirits I'd bought
Dissolve in my blood, neutralizing despair.
In less than an hour my neighbours arrived
And asked me for something they needed. Okay.
I gave them a condom and bade them hot night -
I wouldn't have sex for some number more days.
I spent the next hour listening to moans,
But envy and anger were still neutralized.
I'd made through the day, and I'd done it alone.
The neighbours calmed down. I closed my eyes.

 

[April90]

4. Nothing Else Counts

The streets are embraced by this threatening night,
She's sunk in his warm, not yet sober embrace.
They promised each other that things would go right,
Yet all their hopes stand for counting days.

The morning will frown - one desperate kiss,
The sign of unfortunate parting for two,
Will cease their dwelling in ignorant bliss,
Or blissful forgetting, whatever is true.

The well-known words in a new undertone
Of whispering voices are fading away.
The morning will frown, and she will be gone;
He'll vanish in sleep till around midday.

They'll meet when the streets are embraced by the dark.
With no place to go, to never be found,
With lives half-forgotten, with nothing to mark.
But they have each other, and nothing else counts.

 

[Mяy]

Я не особый ценитель поезии, но стихи на английском очень люблю. Безумно понравились все стихи своим смыслом и тем, как ты подбираешь слова, чтобы выразить чувства. Больше всего понравился 4 стих, так как подходит под мое настроение сейчас. А 3 самый тяжелый для восприятия в плане эмоций.
А еще что-то есть? Я бы с огромным удовольствием почитала.

 

[April90]

Рада, что понравилось!
Конечно, есть, и много, вот очередная часть:

5. Heartless-can-be?

I'm wild and sometimes even heartless-can-be,
I'm fond of collecting illusions to ruin,
I'm breaking the rules life has written for me,
"Create to destroy" best describes what I'm doing.
I'm scarily dangerous, silently loud -
A walking disaster you'd better ignore,
The pain in the neck of a desperate crowd.
But I'm like a magnet - you'll only want more.

You'll figure me out, you'll get to the core -
One beauty, two fears, three dangers - it's me.
You'll enter my heartspace and close the door
For anyone else who I wanted to be.
My truth was denying devotion and faith,
And now you've proved right the opposite true.
A chain of mistakes is the sign of my days;
My strength will forgive me - it led me to you.

6. Scarred

It is just another sleepless night,
It's the breath of spring that we await.
One more gulp of wine, and I'm all right,
One more secret till it's way too late.

One more song for no one's reached your ears,
But you think it's happened by mistake.
Every time by chance you see me near,
But you've got another heart to break.

I'm a lover, killed by you for good,
I'm the endless beauty you can't face,
I'm the myth you've never understood,
I'm the pill no spirit can replace.

I'm your muse and demon, but your pride,
I'm the word that's missing in your song,
I still feel like I'm a scar you hide,
Otherwise you'd tell me I am wrong.

7. Reflections At Four In The Morning

All days are the same: morning, city, the crowd.
Life's not going forward, it's moving around.
And masks of all shades on those ignorant faces,
A few made-up stories in cheap street newspapers,
Sluts looking like stars, dirty queens of attraction,
Gross idols of so deceptive perfection
Are doors to the mind of the crowd, so hollow -
They hear the call of the dumb and they follow.
Now passion means lust, now freedom means violence,
Stupidity prospers. It's due to your silence!
The weak ones are searching for someone to blame,
The helpless would trade for a minute of fame.
A couple hearts broken don't cost a damned thing;
The hopeless romantics would give anything -
Despite having nothing - for love, non-existing.
We've made up this concept, as something is missing.
Believe it or not - I can cope alone!
I never wished someone to call me their own.
It's such a delusion that having you here
Will help me get over this common old fear.
What's frightening? Solitude? Fear itself!
I hide beside you when I fear myself!
But it is much better with you than the crowd
That never goes forward, that keeps going round.

 

[April90]

И еще, новое:

8. The Voice Of Despair

Triangles of half-open doors
Reveal all the truth that is hidden:
Just condoms and cans on the floor,
Black papers with verses, forbidden -
Unfinished remakes of the song,
Deprived of the right to speak loud
Of wicked intentions gone wrong -
Erasers have muffled the shout.

The only illusion-proof mind -
A poet, the voice of despair,
Sincere, the one of this kind
Throws verses far into the air
Right there, in a dirty old flat
Among once great talents, now rotten.
They all have deserved more than that,
But even their names are forgotten.

 

[April90]

9. Charm And Poison

For every wrong step that you take
I pierce your heart thrice on a bender.
However, my fury is fake.
You bleed your remorse - I surrender.
My sharp poignant words of no shame
And spirits are such a bad mixture -
I've never been easy to tame -
They paint such a frightening picture,
They certainly prove me a bitch -
It's one of my two real faces.
You'll find charm and poison in each,
Once trapped in my tender embraces.

10. Victim

You wake up at six: intercourse with your spouse.
You're under the blanket with tightly shut eyes.
At seven a postman arrives to your house
With two printed portions of scandals and lies.

You turn the TV on. Your damn daily dose
Of lies is exceeded with fresh morning news.
You firmly believe global changes are close -
You have no idea they've hidden the truth.

In life you've achieved less than nothing, you're poor
Though you were the best both at college and school.
Well, man, who are you? You are not even sure.
In fact, you're a pawn in the game of a fool.

 

[Sirin]

Perfectly well Стихи читаются легко, смысл понятен (т.е. я надеюсь, что мне понятен, в меру моих скромных способностей), похоже на, как бы это сказать, conversational, на стихи, которые с тобой говорят, но это вроде текстов песен, пока не услышишь в исполнении вокалистки, не оживишь сам. Единственное, это иногда хотелось бы чуточку (всего-лишь чуточку) более интересных рифм, потому что некоторые вполне обычны: door — floor, day — away, thing — anything, а вот violence — silence (как у Depeche Mode: "Words like violence / Break the silence") совсем другое дело. Не помешало бы немного разнообразия, каких-то более рисковых, что ли, вроде upon it — bonnet, первое всплывшее в памяти. А вообще очень здорово, я впечатлен.

 

[April90]

Рада, что понравилось)
Рифмы я стараюсь подбирать как можно более разнообразные, но необходимо еще и не отходить от смысла при этом)

 

[April90]

11. Proud

The same nasty job and the same decorations,
The desperate faces of helpless sweatpals,
Bright shouting ads at half-dead metro stations,
Then evenings with you in a dark empty cell.

The price of ten dollars for some inspiration,
Some spirits, some sex and a pointless nightmare,
Brain womittimg words for another creation,
The words squirting hatred and bleeding despair,

No money for life, but great plans and beginnings...
They hate me for pride and the truth brought them ripe.
I've chosen life with just one subtle meaning,
They've chosen one of a stereotype.

I say what is true and I live what is fair!
I laugh at those dull social-networking mugs
Who tell me: "Young thing, you're nothing in square",
The kids of myspaces and audiodrugs.

The lights in the streets take me back to November -
Complete isolation of heart, blood and mind.
The ones that I loved still forget to remember
A beautiful devil - the one of this kind.

The guise of my freedom has changed. Don't you care
That everything else has remained? It is me!
Alone in the crowd, both here and there,
And f***ing damn proud - more sober, more free.

12. Blow Job Queen

She wore silver-golden rings,
She drove the newest Ferrari,
She was so incredibly scary
That stuff from the labeled glam bliss
Would still never help.
Yet he paid for this.

They said they were so in love!
He loved her blow jobs with eyes closed
As much as to hear her boast
Her f*** was the best on the Earth.
Asylums of porn
Would pay for them both.

She had sex and dough in her life,
She called it a trifle of dwelling.
However, she passed her excelling
Blow skills to lame-practised mate whores.
Why didn't he guess
She just wanted more?

 

[April90]

13. Living Today

I've torn all the beautiful letters,
Each writing love just as a script,
These odes to the hopeless romance,
The shield and the sword for the broken,
For real - a couple quick notes,
Saying that everything ends.

I've buried my once cherished dream -
I'm tired of living tomorrow,
Tomorrow of yesterday,
Tomorrow that's already gone.
And the fortress that's built of sand
Would be good just for losing the fight.

Such a perfect love story would die
Right before its beginning, so tragic.
No one would be waiting for me
On the faraway island of hope.
And the hearth of a fantasy
Would give only deceptive warmth.

Even shallow and rotten hearts
Speak in oaths, serenades and rhymes,
Like a deaf man can sing a song
They enjoyed when they still could hear.
They create only to destroy,
As a word has the shortest life.

I still keep living in the wave
Of our being apart together,
We're living a mystery,
But at least it is not a lie.
And it's only life's perfect guise
In your eyes that I've fallen for.

 

[Sirin]

April90, а последнее стихотворение ("Hope-less") ты уже выкладывала выше, под номером 2

 

[April90]

Извиняюсь, не заметила)

 

[April90]

14. Romance

The candle has gone out,
My dream's deceived by fate,
I'm standing at the bound
Of 'then' and 'now',
But it's too late
To turn back,
Walking on the edge of razorblade.
Eternity is close,
It knows no time,
But through each silent night
I hear your voice
Implore "Don't die..."

The moonlight brings the charm
To tears in my eyes
Each time I come to wait for you
Beneath my fallen skies.
You're safe here in my arms,
My lips explore your skin
That's soaked in the air
Of my love that we breathe in.
But then the morning comes -
I wish I'd never wake.
I'll reach you now,
My far-off star,
Whatever it takes.

Appease my each heartfret
And close my swollen eyes
Don't let me see my sky ruined again,
Just not tonight.
I'm water, you're fire,
And we're one silent force.
We dream and know that conspires
The universe
To make it happen, and we are
The universe.

 

[TrueLuLu]

April90, that's GORGEOUS! just gorgeous!......

Я разместила одно свое в теме "Стихи на иностранных языках", а так даже не знаю - стоит ли разбавлять вашу лирику своей...Хотя я не прочь узнать мнения, к тому же когда вокруг такие таланты...

 

[Sirin]

Для этого нужно создать отдельную свою тему, а эта тема April90.

 

[TrueLuLu]

вот именно, а отдельную я не хочу )
я ведь не такой мощный автор, как April90. скромная что ли. или только пока...

April90, а вы сами за границей живете/жили? ваши стихи читают native speakers? что говорят непосредственно о языке?

 

[April90]

Нет, за границей не живу и не жила. Была возможность, но я сама отказалась от нее потом)
Конечно, я широко распространяю свое творчество по англоязычному нету... в основном людям нравится, хотя мнения разные бывают) Многие считают меня тоже native speaker'ом -когда говорю, что живу in St. Petersburg, они думают, что я имею в виду город во Флориде)
А свои творения можешь просто мне прислать, я почитаю, поделюсь своим мнением)

 

[April90]

15. Novel

This open book without an ending
Is everything my life reminds of.
You, shallow souls, were just pretending -
You're out of touch, I'm out of mind now.

I was a slave of my devotion,
A pillow for your worthless tears,
And you just played with my emotions,
Then in a moment disappeared.

I gave you all my heart to treasure -
You marked it with your footprints, dirty.
But it's your loss that can't be measured,
And nevermore your lies will hurt me!

The novel's waiting for your ending,
Fresh rumors - what is more exciting?
I'll laugh at you and keep pretending
I can't make out your handwriting.

 

[April90]

Мои тексты песен на английском языке

1. Bury My Love

**** all the life
Out of me,
Making me squirt
All my pride and ambitions.
Give me a drink
Which is flavored with lies,
Turning my weakness
To your ammunition.
Then shove your dick
Into my throat -
My being helpless
Will bring you orgasms.
Tasting your juice
Will just hurt me much more
If someone else tastes your lips,
Once so pleasant.

So go on, kill the one you saved,
Reveal the other me to try her.
To me you'll always be the same -
You're both my king and prey.
My prey!

Bury this love,
Living in me,
Bury my freedom
And bury my power.
Rape me and simply
Forget about me,
Use like a whore
And fade in an hour.
Don't satisfy
My thirst for love,
As LOve and luST
Mean just LOST.
Well, you know.
Take me right now,
It will be quite enough.
Then fade away.
It's the end of the show.

So go on, kill the one you saved,
Reveal the other me to try her.
To me you'll always be the same -
You're both my king and prey.
My prey!

Follow your instincts
And bury my feelings.
This has been been meaningless
From the beginning!

So go on, kill the one you saved,
Reveal the other me to try her.
To me you'll always be the same -
You're both my king and prey.
My prey!

2. Tomorrow's Exceptional Hero

Dissolve all your pride in your misery, guys!
It's only your pathos that shines in your eyes.
Your words are important just devil knows where,
Your mirth in the voice is a sign of despair.
You've never seen life, as you've been colorblind;
It's painted by poets in all undertones
While you label things just as black or as white.
Your black is opposed to the world of your own.
If difference frightens you, you're the crowd,
There's nothing your hopeless days are about.
You're models of somebody's system, you're clones,
You're always together, forever alone.

The crowd is such a deceptive protection,
The crowd is moving in just one direction.
It's moving nowhere, the speed's minus zero.
It's our tomorrow's exceptional hero!

The sun in your world still can warm you at night,
But nothing will ever be ****ing all right!
Work, family, pub, sleep... Then count to ten -
You'll see the same picture again and again.
You can't change the rules, so you change decorations,
You're frightened of getting to your one true core.
You, slaves, could be kings - you are human creations,
By concept a bit of a muse and a whore,
A thinker, a painter, a soul to admire
As well as a wreck, a destroyer, a liar,
An actor sometimes, or the truth with a guile -
Still better than your hypocritical smile!
Your credo is envy, the reason you fail.
Our world is a pedestal, yours is a jail.

The crowd is such a deceptive protection,
The crowd is moving in just one direction.
It's moving nowhere, the speed's minus zero.
It's our tomorrow's exceptional hero!
Is it?

3. The Extremes

She's wearing a plait and a plain floral dress,
Her skin is so pale, and her fringe is a mess.
She can't link three words in the simplest phrase,
And ignorance left dirty marks on her face.
Her look is so frightened, her thoughts are a dump,
She's shallow, naive, indecisive and numb.
She won't ever part with her old silver cross,
The symbol of nothing aside from her loss
Of I-do-create-my-own-destiny power.
Poor thing, she's still waiting for her fatal hour.

He's wearing piercings and torn baggy jeans,
He's now in his twenties, but looks like a teen.
He's always in fight with those two shameless queers,
Who play homo-love right in front of their peers.
Turn back, and you'll see lady-like prostitutes,
In both the word's meanings. Well, look at that dude!
He's ready to take them, two ones at a time,
And rape them. Oh, wait, it does sound like a crime.
I'm smiling at them while I'm passing them by,
Continuing singing this song in my mind.

I'm so sick of living among this gray mass,
Where everyone claims to be always the best.
The philistine's life is so tragic and dim,
It's walking in circles between the extremes.

The weak stick to models, sometimes till the end.
Religion, street-walking just drive me dement!
The list could go on. It's the same boring theme.
And fighters are always beyond the extremes.

I'm so sick of living among this gray mass,
Where everyone claims to be always the best.
The philistine's life is so tragic and dim,
It's walking in circles between the extremes.

 

[April90]

16. Big Knobs' Dicks

You pray to angels with dirty wings,
Buy mercy and sell it,
Your rotten selfishness f*cking stinks,
Dozens of cities smell it.
Your dirty sluts own golden cunts,
Justice smells just like dough,
Bribes, euro-bucks and some public stunts
At crusty First Channel's shows.

Your cash green eyes and your whiskey blood
Rule pointless decisions,
You, big knobs' dicks, are too deep in mud
Far beyond your own vision.
Newspapers vomit your ugly words,
Your promises are inflated,
The laws have turned into global swords,
The world is humiliated.