another day

another day

I invented this day,

I imagined you and me,

 in the middle of it,  by the shores,

 we walk west through the cold sand,

 pines darkening nearby,  wind whispers to the ocean,

waves rushing away,

low clouds ready to burst with tears…

and everything is so incredibly boring, dead.

the sunset

never drifts into the night, the waves stay frozen, still

 pines smell like paper

and we are just  shimmering shadows, somewhere

 between light and darkness.

nothing really matters, when you lived it all, remember it all

when the air, you breathe, condensed  and heavy

from the rituals and sacrificial fires

and your blood is as old as the soul of  a burned tree,

hovering over the forest. when your heart is as vacant

as an empty shell sunken in the sands where

pearls are asleep, curled up in embryos,  when you are roaming

somewhere… nowhere, between the clouds and grass

as if you are a feather in search of a bird, when you see

where your ashy bones, stripped of all memories, rest.

Death laughs from the fringes of my mind

 I’m busy inventing another day

c: Nina K Orlovskaya@9/24/2012

between the pages 7 and 8

dim moonlight breaks my window,

sifts through my skin.

the remnants of broken glass,

arrows of unspoken words,

dart in my veins:

heavier than iron

saltier than salt.

unfinished thoughts - mystery’s remnants.

broken sentences.

and a leaf dries

between the pages 7 and 8

c:Nina K Orlovskaya@9/20/2012

fairies

fairies collected colors  of my lashes:

green, yellow and blue,

 into separate bottles.

my eyes are pale as distilled water

and tasteless like rain.  don’t

untangle the kiss knotted on my lips

c: Nina K orlovskaya@9/19/2012

cold

cold

cold…,

solemnly flying raven hoards it

between his feathers, 

snowflakes crow out of his beak:

 swirling,  falling down

on the yellowness

of the sleeping dog.

cold…

a trembling moon

 pillows beneath dog’s dreams

all day

 chilled mist chews darkness,

breathing huskily

in the anticipation

of  a slow moving blizzard.

cold…

the clear glass of a fishbowl

separates eyes from winter.

one icy breath,

one frozen world,

one delirious dream

between you and me.

cold

c:Nina K Orlovskaya @9/17/2012

looking at the photo

(looking at the photo)

dreams,

softly float

from darkness to the surface

and then again

sink into the night,

wither away with time,

in the past..

if time allows

and eyes meet with eyes,

the flow of time will stops.

but cruelty of time keeps eyes away.

the touch is cold and bloodless

c:NKO @9/16/2012

long night (моя неспокійная ніч)

long night

invisible, infected

by the lead-filled night.,

I’m ill, my friend, I’m ill….

it comes to me from darkness,

 flattens my bones      until

bone marrow drips.

I fear my friend, I fear….

the hollow moon howls,

like a wolf

trapped between my scull

and the gray ocean.

the black spiders  weave more darkness

into the night.

 the birds hide

silent,  frozen.

they are scared my friend, they are scared...

 faces invisible in the mirror,

 darkness has no reflection.

my restless night

counts itself by the moments,

by the drops of darkness

per square inch.

if only I can scream,

but it would roll at me,

injecting more silence in my veins,

concentrating my fear

c:Nina K Orlovskaya 9/10/2012

моя неспокійная ніч

невидима, свинцем налита ніч.

я хвора, друже мій, я хвора...

вона приходить з темноти

і випрямля мої кістки аж доки

кістковий мозок капає.

я боюсь мій друже  я боюсь....

порожнистий місяць виє

як  пійманий у пастку вовк

між черепом моїм  та сірим океаном,

чорні павуки вплітають

темряву у ніч.

 птиці поховались 

мовчазні мов позамерзали.

вони налякані.

обличчя невидимі у дзеркалі,

темрява не  відображається,

моя неспокійная ніч,

рахує себе хвилинами,

краплями темряви на квадратний міліметр.

якби я тільки могла закричати, але

вона накотиться на мене,

вколе ін'єкцію тиші в моїх вени.

…зконценровану

c:NKO 9/10/2012 translation

insomnia

insomnia

the pale moon is dying somewhere in agony

a slow death.

 the night bird chants from the darkness

like a medieval monk,

 touched by madness,

over the black death.

I taste it,

death,

on my lips,

distant, a billion years old.

it tastes like iron in my mouth

corroding enamel.

mouthful of saw dust.

the pain condensed,

liquid salt rolls down

heavy.

I’ll go blind, waiting for you.

 the moon still dying.

the sinister bird sings a requiem.

stars light up brighter, in preparation for death,

fools getting ready to be born.

I peer into the darkness

looking for you

c:Nina K Orlovskaya@ 9/9/2012