Valia Dimitrova
Spoken wordWhen you say push I say pull
give it a go and I’ll be back soon
Strange feelings come strange feelings go
all is for me and I’ll go with the flow.
Hit it and don’t be afraid
Share the perfection of not being the same
Make it harder, make it bigger
Do everything you can and pull the trigger
Don’t be aggressive and have no mercy
Lie down for a little or think about Percy.
I have no thoughts, no fear
I don’t know what to say and I don’t want to hear.
Trying and trying to write
but not knowing any words
just making a line of spoken words.
Going for a little and not coming back
is the same like being little or just being last.
The beat is a beat and I like it a lot
That’s what you should do- try to make it hot.
The music is freedom and we all like it a lot
It releases your body and you feel hot.
Move your body girl shake it a lot
You know how to do it and why you want to stop?
The sound in your soul is driving you crazy
Ainhoa Riveiro
Out in the street the sun was burning. I decided to go into the mall to keep my worries cold. I still had my eyes close. The morning didn’t come to woke up me that day. A fresh ice tee that could help me to keep going was standing on my left hand. I started to breath so deep, but the red light of the traffic-light turned on and everything inside of me stopped. In that moment there was not burning sun for me. I could feel the freezing cold coming into my fingers and my toes. How did it climb so slowly from my back, arriving to my heart that was completely frozen. Because there he was for second time in my life. The eyes that once looked at me so painfully. The hands that once burned all my body. He. The one who gave me the life when I was death or the death when I was alive. I don’t really know how to call it. But the thing is that since the night that he raped me everything has turned black around me until my baby came. That little shiny boy!
I don’t know if you have ever tried to remove a chewing gum stick on the floor or on a table. It takes a lot of time, and anyway there always going to be some pieces that you must leave there. After that night I was like one of that gums, but there was no-one that helped me.
Everything occurred two years ago. I was 16 years old and one of my favorite music bands was playing in my city, so I went there with my boyfriend. It was an open-air concert near the forest. It was the first time that a band like that came into my town, so everybody was there. I could smell the magic in the air. While my boyfriend was looking for some seats, I went to buy something to drink. I couldn’t find anything, so I asked a man where I could buy something. So he offered him self to help me.
But there were no shops out there, just darkness in the forest. His hands started touching all my body. I was lying on the floor. I became blind-deaf-mute. I just only felt every time he hit me, every time he pushed me to the floor. I tasted the mix of ground, blood and tears that where in my mouth every time he kissed me. Yes, all that I remember so inside of me, and it is still so painful! Lying there I started to look up, trying to find one gap between the dark leaves of the trees where I could see the sky. The stars would look at me with sad faces and the moon would cry with me. They were my only witnesses. And I was just another girl, another name on the newspaper, another person to which people could look with compassion on the distance.
Now I’m just a lonely mother. I miss every night the girl that I was. I miss that smile on my face. I miss that magic in the air.
Gergana krasteva
A story
It was dark, maybe 9 p.m. and the bench was colder than usual. My idea was not so good as I thought – random place in the park, occasional neighborhood. I could not feel my fingers and my body was like stone. I was alone – pathetic tramp who was trying to feel better from one butt of cigarette. I haven’t been eaten normal food for the last two weeks… The prison was looking so tempting right now. When I started thinking about it… yeah, there was decent food, warm bed and marijuana if you know the right people. When I was there for last I wanted so badly to be out in the open, to feel the freedom with every fiber of my body, to be my own captain, to march with the rhythm of my heart… that kind of crap. But now, when I was lying on the cold inhospitable bench, when I had everything I wanted to have I was not prepared for it.
I needed to find a warm place when I can sleep and even eat something. A hotel or motel, but I would be made to pay… Ok then just restaurant or even snack bar… whatever – I didn’t have any money. Maybe I should rob some bank or even kill someone… oh no! I was getting crazy – that was too much, too sick! Well that was some possibility – a madhouse. I would watch television every day, eat more than a pretzel and sleep as some god. Oh, that was even better – a church. The priests are such a nice people and they won’t say “no” to such poor and lonely soul. But I can stay there and be a good person only for 24 hours or even less… so that variant is dropping out. So – prison or madhouse or even both.
My head was going to explode. It was hard to decide which one is better. The prison was harder but the madhouse – well, let’s just say that I am not crazy enough and I am definitely not a good actor. May be the prison was better idea… old buddies, cute uniforms (I’ve always liked orange). But that means end of wandering and doing whatever I want whenever I want. Or I should stay here where I can think and live, to be myself.
If my mother was here and if she knew what I am thinking she would have laugh at me. What a silly reaction… “Boy, where’s your goal?” she would have asked me with irritating Texas accent. Mum, my dreams died many moons ago. I can’t even remember what I wanted… but they were so shiny, so realistic that I was absolutely confident in them. But they died just like my spirit and soul…
In the morning everything in the city was usual. Just another dead body was found in the park. The poor homeless man… What was his story? What were his dreams and why he had died alone in that dark park on that cold bench?
The city did not notice. He was just another person who was not important for anyone – he had not family or friends, he was just another one.
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Симеон Пенков
Epigraph
My name is Robert Hopkins and I am a 16 year old boy who was kidnapped from his bed with a bag over his head in the middle of the night.
Now three months later I am working as a guard in a facility called “The Shell”. Me and the people I met here are forced to work here and if anyone tries escaping he was shot-down by government soldiers.
The building has 6 floors above the ground and underneath it are the mines. The whole radios of the facility is 350 m. Also there are three electric fences and one stone wall, 13m. high, around the facility. After those security measures is the camp where I am kept. In this camp there are 1200 people and in the military laboratory behind it there are 150 scientists and 600 soldiers.
The whole area around the “Shell” which is affected is about 50 km. In those 50 km nothing never grows or lives. It is like a dust-land without land.
I am writing this and I’ll make sure it gets to my family so that they know what the government is really doing and they can stop them. For my petty I’m not ever going to be released from duty until this poison gas beneath the facility is destroyed or I don’t know what but I know this won’t happen in my lifetime.
At least we are fed well and have nice accommodation and the job we do is also not so hard and dangerous. Our job is to patrol outside the “Shell” like wolves and that’s all. Only authorized people are allowed inside.
This prison is like a tomb never to get out no wonder it is called “The Shall”. There are also gas leeks. Yesterday one of the patrols was completely wiped out by a gas leek in the Western Valley also known as “The Breathing Earth” because of all the gas leeks there.
Our area of patrol is the least dangerous also known as “East Paradise”.
I am sorry but I will finish my notes later because my patrol lieutenant is coming and I guess I should go.
Ksenia Kartamysheva
Haiku
The city
Sun is shining
It is hot today
The center
A lot of people on the streets
Buildings make a shadow
The park
Birds are singing
Sun rays on my cheek
The office
Windows are opened
The wind is too hot
The aqua park
Kids are swimming
Adults are sitting in the bar
The world
On the North Pole people are freezing
On the South Pole penguins are having fun
Spoken word
Do you know this guy?
Who created the world?
He’s got an easy name,
He’s name is GOD!
Have you ever read the Bible
Or just prayed?
Did you read its title
Or you left it to lay
On your dirty table
Or threw it away?
Have you ever gone to church?
If not – it’s not fair.
I think you just left your ass on the chair!
Just go to a priest
Don’t have fun
Tell him all the things
You have done.
Now you can see holly cross on the screen
Please, believe in God
And say “Amen!”
Liubov Korotkova
Sitting in the class
Everyone writing haikus
We will finish soon
Very cold winter
Trees are covered with snow
Children playing snowballs
Beautiful spring
Trees and flowers are waking up
Winter is gone
It is early summer
Weather is already hot
Believe that it will be colder
Red autumn
Leaves are falling down
Days coming shorter
Two weeks ago in the city was a big thunderstorm. Everywhere was problems with electricity, so Veronica – a restaurant owner had very big problems. All her goods and ingredients became to the rubbish.
On the next day, after thunderstorm Veronica called an electricity master. Master was late for two days, because everyone in the city called him. Veronica was like a bird in cage, she couldn’t do anything with it. Milk, eggs, meet and other products which can’t stay in the hot weather were spoilt. Woman decided not to worry, because on Monday (thunderstorm was on Wednesday), organization which bring products to the restaurant, must to come.
“Where are they?” – asked Veronica on nervous.
“Who?” – asked manager of restaurant.
““Bring without problems” company, they are lasting far an hour!” – shouted women.
“They won’t come” – answered manager.
“Why?” – asked Veronica in shock.
“Because we already don’t work with them” – answered manager Vitaly seriously.
“Why?” – asked woman on the second time.
“Because they did not do their work” – answered manager quiet.
“Why did not you say to me?” – shouted Veronica angrily.
“I…I don’t know, I thought that it is my work” – murmured Vitaly.
“And what we are going to do? Tomorrow visitors will come, and what will they see, table full of potatoes and carrots?” – cried women.
“Ok, just relax, we can go to the shopping mall and see what we can do” – said manager.
“All right, let’s go there, but I am doing it because I don’t know what else we can do!” – answered Veronica and they went to the shopping mall.
When they came to the mall, they went downstairs to the supermarket. Owner and manager started to buy all ingredients that they needed.
“We don’t need a lot of goods, just a little bit, tomorrow I will call to another company and on Wednesday they will bring them to our restaurant” – said Vitaly.
“From this moment you will talk me about every your step” – answered owner.
On Tuesday clients was pleased and manager had his work.
Aleksa Grgurovic
Spoken WordGo away
Don’t stand in my way
I will continue
Because that is what I want to do
Nothing will stop me
Not you and not the tree
I will beat him for what he did
It will be a bloody fight all day and night
But at the end I will win
And his sin
Will be corrected
Don’t defend him
Not from me
Because he will be
Covered with blood
Laying in mood
Rain will fall
When I reach my goal.
Hay Ku
Run through the battle
Sound of steal is in my ears
I am scared
It is dangerous
My life is almost finished
Arrow chase me
It hit my back
I am bleeding a lot
My blood is black
I can see the light
It is calling my name
I can’t resist
Haven is beautiful
Angels are around me
Their wings are beautiful
My life is over
Finally I am not scared
I am peaceful now
Diancic Botnari -
“In memory of Diana”
Death – our gate of life that suddenly opens to her.
This girl’s soul takes wings
Before she and he has to put on their fingers rings
They lost each other
Why? Because Diana was like a candle in the wind
And angels are pointed fair to look like Lady Di
But Dia is dead, only memory we have to add
“A flying rose” was so wise, beautiful with brown eyes
We love, appreciate, it’s too late
Be happy and great
Reach to the sky
And tell me “Hi”
Shine our life
Without using a knife
Give us a reason to smile
Be careful, don’t ail
You are a star for me
How can’t you see?
You will be always in my heart
How I wish everything begins from the start.
“Paradise”
What is a paradise?
It is a place where you feel nice
Can anyone get there?
Or It is a confusion?
Hm, I think It is an illusion
You can reach there crossing the bridge?
May be getting purity inside you?
I will be able to embrace the sky or to tell a lie?
No complaining of something?
It is a wrong thing
You will be responsible and smart
You will transform everything into art
Sing a song with a funny tone
And don’t put in you creation a bone
Don’t be like a cold stone
You are from poor family or from aristocracy one?
It doesn’t matter
However from paradise you will get a letter.
