Submissions by Magdalena (Spartalena)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
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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
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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
737 reads
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6 Comments
an unapologetic 'f**k you'
it used to be, the heart effected my bones
and I would listen so intently to the magic spoken
all of the alibis abducted from black and white movies
how i soaked up the fiction of your fiasco
blinded to fractures through the web of you
i was offered hallucination and i accepted in my naivety
a fortune told from granite hands and stone lips
i stood at your edge, lost my balance
you burnt me with an arsonists mind
and i begged you to stop your thawing of me
such out of control persistence, distorted...
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Carmen
(Magdalena and Alexander Case, collaboration)
Carmen was warm
she was honey
she was snow
silhouettes fell upon amber walls
eyes spluttered twin flames
in soft agitated light
the night trap was set
ajar by the window
where Carmen waited
for the candlelight to snuff it
when darkness found her pane
she doused it in paraffin
marked the seal with a kiss of death
and placed the scarlet flint and propane
at five corners
circled with an infinite line
...
Carmen was warm
she was honey
she was snow
silhouettes fell upon amber walls
eyes spluttered twin flames
in soft agitated light
the night trap was set
ajar by the window
where Carmen waited
for the candlelight to snuff it
when darkness found her pane
she doused it in paraffin
marked the seal with a kiss of death
and placed the scarlet flint and propane
at five corners
circled with an infinite line
...
1338 reads
18 Comments
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