Tag: Junior Writers

Everyone turn off the lights. Poems

The sun is laughing at us. Don’t you think so? I wish I could put it out; I wish I could contradict it. Will it break away if I hurl my scream into the sky, or are we doomed for the rest of our days?

On the Threshold

Dream… How often do we hear this word from our friends and relatives, and how often do we say it silently, trying to motivate or justify ourselves. What is this dream?

On the Brink

When we were learning about wars at school and reading wartime literature, everyone thought: “Thank God we do not live in times like that.” No one could imagine that we would have to go through the things our grandparents went through in the 20th century.

On the threshold

War stands for great pain and losses. It affects everyone and does not leave any single trace of the former normal life, just the memories of the past. There are no winners in any way, just those defeated.

On the verge of madness

I was so much afraid of the war that I was petrified with the very thought of it. Recently, we have been hearing about the possible attack from all media, and I could not sleep in the nights. I was tormented with obsessive terrible thoughts, and a lot of awful pictures appeared in my mind.

Our life after the morning of February 24, 2022

Our life after the morning of February 24, 2022 was divided into before and after. While I was staying in Kyiv, I saw and heard the strikes. Some neighbours left on the very first day of the war, some stayed for some more weeks, some fled and left their pets with their neighbours.


I am looking at the moon in my imagination. Full moon — so nice, deeply round in complete darkness. In fact, I don’t remember the moon that was hanging above me that night. I don’t remember the stars.

Now I have come to understand…

– Olesia, wake up, quick, they have finally come!
– Wha-a-t, who has come, Marusia? — mumbled the girl with her eyes still closed as she was still somewhere in the unreachable dreams as if swaying on the tender waves that would not let her go.


There is no orthodoxy, politics, or monarchy in this world. All your life is predetermined by the number on your neck that everybody gets at the age of 16. Fate decides everything. There is only one law: People with numbers from 1 to 3 are “slaves”, those with numbers from 5 to 7 are the “most ordinary”, and those with numbers from 8 to 9 are the “chiefs”.

Musicians Do Not Live Underground

I was arranging the sheet music on the stand, trying to follow the correct order, but Sonia’s words still echoed in my head. She had repeated the word “try” so many times for the past day and the past hour as if I had a choice.