Submissions by Magdalena (Spartalena)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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keep all of the good stuff with you
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 ...
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 ...
#MyInspiration
165 reads
10 Comments
Driftwood
almost girl
too outside
your stars are broken
your galaxies are sleeping
fading moonlight
transparent against the flowers
we burn our disasters in the fire
flickering. hesitant.
-unbetrayal her
she's a freedom angel
falling quietly, through music rain
into this nothing which we are
all bright and warm colours
too outside
your stars are broken
your galaxies are sleeping
fading moonlight
transparent against the flowers
we burn our disasters in the fire
flickering. hesitant.
-unbetrayal her
she's a freedom angel
falling quietly, through music rain
into this nothing which we are
all bright and warm colours
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
233 reads
7 Comments
Memoirs
I never saw you cloudy
but I felt it, like a restless sky
rumbling along my spine
your mood-scent rain, filled my cup
wheting my abandoned lips
velvet eyes closed to my breath
and the map from me to you
misplaced itself, when you stopped looking
there was something in the way
you silently left my senses
your name hung like a ghost
in the chambers of my heart
blowing an icy wind along its walls
and the steady beat echoed like...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
158 reads
4 Comments
When perception has cataracts
silence
kept her company
hanging like a rock, from her bones
weighted in place
remembering his mask
of charm and stop-lights
out-of-gear, she clung to his game
swallowing his morning
deflecting his true face
in her self-destruction
in his self-satisfaction
she felt beautiful, in disillusion
her unsuspecting flesh satiated him
the sleep-tight kiss left it's stain
on her night pillow
a reminder of the infection he was
while she was off balance
she felt steady in his...
kept her company
hanging like a rock, from her bones
weighted in place
remembering his mask
of charm and stop-lights
out-of-gear, she clung to his game
swallowing his morning
deflecting his true face
in her self-destruction
in his self-satisfaction
she felt beautiful, in disillusion
her unsuspecting flesh satiated him
the sleep-tight kiss left it's stain
on her night pillow
a reminder of the infection he was
while she was off balance
she felt steady in his...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
151 reads
2 Comments
Nine years later
writing, to a man that doesn't exist
he is perfect (perfection is a myth)
telling him of how
I have searched for him
through the centuries
that live in my head
trekking through debris
caught up in my cerebral cortex
he calls to silence,
to the place I linger, waiting
dusk, brushing my eyelids
soft as angel whispers
he grips the stars
pulling me closer to the sky
I don't know, if I'm still breathing
if I'm something else, in this moment
matter, of a different kind
I...
he is perfect (perfection is a myth)
telling him of how
I have searched for him
through the centuries
that live in my head
trekking through debris
caught up in my cerebral cortex
he calls to silence,
to the place I linger, waiting
dusk, brushing my eyelids
soft as angel whispers
he grips the stars
pulling me closer to the sky
I don't know, if I'm still breathing
if I'm something else, in this moment
matter, of a different kind
I...
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
205 reads
4 Comments
Where wild flowers grow
I hear an echo
when you falter
did you empty your room?
does it no longer comfort you
do I
no longer keep you
whole-
how far away from me
are you?
In your empty room
picking at my nails
that are still
clinging to the earth
where I dug
deep and bare
to find only
worms
purged my thoughts
of you
into the hole
and filled it in
wondering
if flowers will grow
when you falter
did you empty your room?
does it no longer comfort you
do I
no longer keep you
whole-
how far away from me
are you?
In your empty room
picking at my nails
that are still
clinging to the earth
where I dug
deep and bare
to find only
worms
purged my thoughts
of you
into the hole
and filled it in
wondering
if flowers will grow
#WritingPoetry
510 reads
14 Comments
The soughing of these bones
If he was
a stoplight voodoo
chocolate, coffee, autumn
squeezing summer
from his pores
a word babe
swanky forget-me-not
-original
a bohemian night
trail blazing
my archives
If he was
anything
born of ocean thoughts
a sea-star
crystal galaxy
angel fish
a moonstone pool
of new beginnings
the shift in my
battle wrought soul
If he
bewitched the
silk spun threads
of my existence
murmured ritualistic ...
a stoplight voodoo
chocolate, coffee, autumn
squeezing summer
from his pores
a word babe
swanky forget-me-not
-original
a bohemian night
trail blazing
my archives
If he was
anything
born of ocean thoughts
a sea-star
crystal galaxy
angel fish
a moonstone pool
of new beginnings
the shift in my
battle wrought soul
If he
bewitched the
silk spun threads
of my existence
murmured ritualistic ...
#WritingPoetry
#magic
#universe #evolution
#universe #evolution
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it was something about the way you held yourself (an oldie)
remembering the stuff you said
it mentioned fucking something to feel alive
there was a void, a place of imploding ribs
an echo of desire all more than breath
more than air
more simplistic and classy
than I find myself
maybe you were a place of dreams
that wandered too far
we are imaginations' favourite network
I miss your powerful impression
[do you know how rare it is for me to admit that?]
you stop by at times, but only quietly
we die beyond the lens
while living for what...
it mentioned fucking something to feel alive
there was a void, a place of imploding ribs
an echo of desire all more than breath
more than air
more simplistic and classy
than I find myself
maybe you were a place of dreams
that wandered too far
we are imaginations' favourite network
I miss your powerful impression
[do you know how rare it is for me to admit that?]
you stop by at times, but only quietly
we die beyond the lens
while living for what...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
799 reads
13 Comments
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6 Comments
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