Poetry

Void inside of us

By: Mykyta Ryzhykh


There’s a void inside of us that can’t be filled with porn movies
There is an emptiness inside of us that needs to be filled
A jug from the human body broken into fragments of time
The clay from which we were created softened
The earthenware jug of man is silent
Everything has already been said

^^^


We soared into the sky in the form of steam
Will we be able to return to earth?

The white cat of my younger sister is afraid and hides under a canopy
Every time it rains from the sky

^^^


Scourge on the muscles
Prick in the eye
Dead bird
Burnt drawing
Decaffeinated coffee
Life without electricity
You are my love you are my mortal war

^^^


Boy without a soul
Boy without a body
skinless boy
The snake boy who shed his skin
Now lives far beyond the forests that have grown after the tearful rain of parting

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Hate Portfolio
The ship of misfortune
slime minutes
Integration of meanings
Cultural Approbation
Damn historical process
Every time I die inside me when little kids play toy soldiers

^^^


god’s assistant
with nobility in hand
makes rapists and maniacs
attractive

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She will come to me tomorrow
She will be called love
Love of a living being to a living being

She will prick with bristles
She will breastfeed
Love does not know what we call it love

She will look for her name everywhere
She will be the life of all
Love will undermine all the stars in the sky

She doesn’t know what the future is
She doesn’t want the future to come
Oh love we’ll all suffocate without you in the electric sky of wires

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air swallows me and I get inside the pump
it’s dark but dry
my soul’s cheeseburger is stripped of any sauce
I want to drink

this pump pumps air after a nuclear explosion

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one day my heart turned black
~
once a blue wave over blood red ate my soul

one day the seagulls came and pecked out my eyes and ate my whiskey

one day the gun shot into the sky and cried bullets
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one day I met my late father in the next world

I wanted to kill my father because he left me as a child
but we were both already dead

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Mykyta Ryzhykh, from Ukraine (Nova Kakhovka Citу), is a winner of the international competition «Art Against Drugs», bronze medalist of the festival Chestnut House, and laureate of the literary competition named after Tyutyunnik.

Published in the journals “Dzvin”, “Ring A”, “Polutona”, “Rechport”, “Topos”, “Articulation”, “Formaslov”, “Colon”, “Literature Factory”, “Literary Chernihiv”, on the portals “Literary Center” and “Soloneba”, in the “Ukrainian literary newspaper”, in the almanac “Syaivo”. The poet receives a scholarship from the President of Ukraine for young artists.


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