Stanisław Dovganyuk 
Foreword / Introduction I’m not gonna deny it, I’m just as guilty as everyone else when it comes to picking sides in wars. But I’m a child, or a “kid” as people usually say. I “don’t get politics”. And honestly, I don’t want to either. As long as people are dying as a result of … Read more
Foreword / Introduction It’s been like a month since I posted anything. School got crazy busy and I really needed to work on my mental health. That’s kinda what made me write this poem, because I honestly think people are way too obsessed with technology and AI. When I say I needed to work on … Read more
So I called myself disabled earlier today, and immediately some self-righteous bastard who calls himself autistic jumped on me saying “being autistic doesn’t make you disabled.” No. Just… no. According to him, autism isn’t a disability at all. For clarity, yes, it absolutely does make you disabled. The literal autism spectrum disorder diagnostic criteria includes … Read more
What if someone died, and the chair still sat there, quiet?The cup goes cold on the table like it forgot the plan.The door stays half open, like a mouth that didn’t finish the word.The air feels heavy, the clock doing tiny clicks, not asking me anything.I stand in the doorway, my hoodie too big for … Read more
You don’t hear my voice, but I’m right here,standing close when things get unclear.We don’t need words to say what is true,I’ve got your back, I’ll fight for you.Even when the world feels cold and rough,you’re not alone, we’re strong enough. There’s quiet strength nobody sees,but trust me, I’m tougher than it seems.When the noise … Read more
Foreword / Introduction This poem is a bit different from what I usually write, but my twin sister Aniela asked me to write it, so I did. I’ll share the poem in its original form, with the Polish text, and then the English version for those who don’t know Polish. There’s one part in English … Read more
Foreword / Introduction I have a preference for political poems, but I also know that talking about specific causes will always make people really upset. Being 13, that’s not exactly the kind of thing I want to cause, which is also why I removed some of my previous poems. I’m just too scared to make … Read more
Everyone’s talking about age verification like it’s some amazing solution to keep children safe online. Politicians and regulators keep acting it’s like having a white knight in shining armor to protect us. But here’s the thing they don’t get: it literally can’t work for children around my age (13), and it’s actually pretty discriminatory against … Read more
Foreword / Introduction Hey everyone, it’s been pretty quiet here with summer break going on. I’ll try to share more soon. I don’t want to say much about this next poem, just a heads-up that it might be hard to read if you’ve dealt with depression or suicidal thoughts, as I have. Poem: The Blackness … Read more
Our society is filled with expectations, regardless of how we feel about them. It’s like I’m basically required to say I am “an autistic boy,” as most people prefer identity-first language—even though I don’t. My autism isn’t who I am entirely; it’s only one part of who I am. But that’s also because I have … Read more
Foreword / Introduction Sometimes people forget that foster care isn’t just hard for the children in the system who come and go. It’s hard for the children who are already there, watching everything change. When I was in foster care, I met a boy who remained like a brother to me. What I saw him … Read more
Foreword / Introduction This poem speaks where I cannot. It’s part of my series sharing my raw feelings about foster care and adoption. To my adoptive parents: I mean no offense—I respect you deeply. But these are my unfiltered truths. Poem: Why would you want a broken child like me? [Confessional poetry] I’m not like … Read more
Foreword / Introduction This is my first poem that’s just from my gut feelings, not like the political ones I usually write. It’s gonna be about my real emotions, so some of these poems might have cuss words, like this one does. Poem: You weren’t there! You don’t know what I went through! [Confessional poetry] … Read more
Foreword I usually focus on conflicts and war in my protest poetry, because writing about the environment feels a bit cliché—so many poets already do it. But since today is World Environment Day, I decided to break my own rule, just this once. It’s worth noting that conflicts and war are actually some of the … Read more
Foreword This is the longest poem I’ve written until today, and I know I’ll get one major criticism: not talking about the Israel-Gaza war. I did this on purpose. One of the biggest problems today is that people care more about this single war than worse stuff, like in Sudan. Did you know? In just the last … Read more
Przedmowa Zwykle nie dzielę się swoją polską poezją, bo jest bardziej osobista niż angielskie wiersze, które piszę na tego bloga. Ale pisząc tutaj, chcę się odważyć pokazać więcej siebie – szczególnie to, jak myślę. Dlatego postanowiłem to udostępnić i szczerze przyznać, że boję się, że może się to bardzo nie spodobać. Choć może nikt nawet … Read more
Foreword Most of the poems I’ve read, including the one I wrote myself, tend to focus more on Ukraine than on Russia, which is, without any doubt, to blame for the ongoing war and atrocities in Ukraine. We could pretend that “ordinary Russians” are not responsible, but in truth, they absolutely are. It is their … Read more
Foreword A bit of delay since my last poem, which is because I was busy updating the layout of our 3 blog. If anything is not working as expected, please let me know through either the contact form over on Mute Moment, through X, or by commenting under one of my posts. As per the … Read more
Foreword The leading cause of death for people my age is suicide, and the most common reason behind it is cyberbullying. What makes this so tragic is that it’s entirely preventable, yet it’s happening more and more often. Technology, which once promised to connect us, is now revealing its darker side. We don’t live in … Read more
Foreword This share was intended for International Women’s Day. Not much more to say than that. Poem: The game we all win [contemporary lyric] Her sneakers squeak like mine on the court—Swish! No “girls can’t” or “boys won’t” distortthe scoreboard’s truth: teamwork is the play.Pass her the ball—watch stereotypes sway. We’re coders, both debugging the … Read more
Foreword The next chapter in my political poems:Girls’ and women’s rights—not something most boys my age are thought to care about—matter deeply to me. Freedom and dignity are universal rights; they shouldn’t be restricted by gender, ancient texts, or writings from figures with flawed morals that some claim to be divine words. No righteous god … Read more
Vorwort Das hier habe ich vor fast einem Jahr für die Schule geschrieben. Mein Deutsch ist noch nicht so gut, aber ich wollte zeigen, was mich wirklich begeistert: Ich liebe Technik – besonders Maschinen, die etwas bewegen. Züge und Autos sind okay, aber U-Boote faszinieren mich total! Warum? Stell dir vor, man taucht mit einem … Read more
Borders dissolve where Alpine snow meets Aegean blue—Lisbon loans sunlight to Helsinki’s dusk,Sarajevo’s cafes brew Dublin’s rain,and every train track hums the same chord:“Alone, we’re notes. Together—anthem.” Britain? Come home. Your island is a commain Europe’s run-on sentence. We’ve missed your verbs—the “might” and “could” that once built bridgesfrom your chalk cliffs to our olive … Read more
Foreword Not much for me to say here; my last poem should be clear in my worldview. Ukraine has become a symbol of liberty, of freedom, of strength, of courage, but most of all, of democracy. Its fight against the autocracy of Russia, amidst the rise of tyranny in the United States, is inspiring and … Read more
Foreword We live in a world where adults are too braindead to realize the truth, leading our world to disaster by following authoritarians like Trump and Putin. No longer just embers, the fire is burning. We all stand by as it grows larger, and we’re thrown into dystopia. At the end of days, this will … Read more