Submissions by Magdalena
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Having an outer body experience.
astral
the man that doesn't exist
she's searched for him
through the centuries
trekking through the debris
caught up
in her cerebral cortex
he calls to silence
to the place she lingers
awaiting the dusk
to brush her eyelids
soft as Angel whispers
he grips the stars
bringing her closer to the sky
is she still breathing
she is something else
matter, of a different kind
does she end where he begins
he never stops pulling her
through layers of magnificence
in awe of the unknown
his eyes...
she's searched for him
through the centuries
trekking through the debris
caught up
in her cerebral cortex
he calls to silence
to the place she lingers
awaiting the dusk
to brush her eyelids
soft as Angel whispers
he grips the stars
bringing her closer to the sky
is she still breathing
she is something else
matter, of a different kind
does she end where he begins
he never stops pulling her
through layers of magnificence
in awe of the unknown
his eyes...
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the soughing of these bones
If he were to be, a
stoplight voodoo, chocolate, coffee, autumn
squeezing summer from his pores
word babe, swanky forget-me-not-original
bohemian night, trail blazing my archives
If he was anything
born of ocean thoughts
sea-star crystal galaxy angel fish
moonstone pool of new beginnings
the shift in my battle wrought soul
If he bewitched the silk spun threads
of my existence
murmured ritualistic dulcet tones
into my nape
spell cast into my chest, lungs, sleep
without...
stoplight voodoo, chocolate, coffee, autumn
squeezing summer from his pores
word babe, swanky forget-me-not-original
bohemian night, trail blazing my archives
If he was anything
born of ocean thoughts
sea-star crystal galaxy angel fish
moonstone pool of new beginnings
the shift in my battle wrought soul
If he bewitched the silk spun threads
of my existence
murmured ritualistic dulcet tones
into my nape
spell cast into my chest, lungs, sleep
without...
#WritingPoetry
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127 reads
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104 reads
6 Comments
lost in time
the tables looked tired and worn
under the moth winged light
stuttering dust catching the air
your breath carelessly sucking
on a fading cigarette.
i saw it glow and die
ash, fell to its end
you watched me, watch you
picking up my hand
with nicotine fingers
paling against your dominance
red nails pressing your palm
you were a desolate 2am
i fit, into the shape of you
didn't want to leave
the morning hush
coffee cups fuelled the time we had
holding me up to the face that pulled
at my frayed...
under the moth winged light
stuttering dust catching the air
your breath carelessly sucking
on a fading cigarette.
i saw it glow and die
ash, fell to its end
you watched me, watch you
picking up my hand
with nicotine fingers
paling against your dominance
red nails pressing your palm
you were a desolate 2am
i fit, into the shape of you
didn't want to leave
the morning hush
coffee cups fuelled the time we had
holding me up to the face that pulled
at my frayed...
#WritingPoetry
104 reads
147 reads
What a time it was
hours were longer back then
jam packed with laughter
dark was as easy as light
non threatening
innocent
every bend found new adventures
we pulled back the long grass
run as fast as we could
until our breath caught hard
hair knotted with Daisies
dirty knees and rolling thunder
a jar full of life
the lid was to keep you safe
so we could get you home
chasing the rain ahead
catching drops In open
mouths and skyward eyes
how the world looked so different
magic was real
fairies...
jam packed with laughter
dark was as easy as light
non threatening
innocent
every bend found new adventures
we pulled back the long grass
run as fast as we could
until our breath caught hard
hair knotted with Daisies
dirty knees and rolling thunder
a jar full of life
the lid was to keep you safe
so we could get you home
chasing the rain ahead
catching drops In open
mouths and skyward eyes
how the world looked so different
magic was real
fairies...
#WritingPoetry
243 reads
11 Comments
Ogmore
leaving her alone
to contemplate time
measuring the distance between
Witches point and sea-glass
waiting to be found
to contemplate time
measuring the distance between
Witches point and sea-glass
waiting to be found
#WritingPoetry
223 reads
8 Comments
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