Submissions by Natalja (Natalya)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
5th Apr 2010 2:07pm
5th Apr 2010 2:07pm
hidden zone
it covers you up like the wave full of slime
where your thoughts, hands and legs get stuck
it makes you suddenly feel homesick
to long for town where you have been born hating the whole country
it makes your heart wound and unwound with the same dull pain of burning tears
keeping pace with the rhythm of your thoughts
yearning for childhood when everything has been sorted for you
when dinner has been cooked but you have been refusing to eat it most of the times
why no one cooks dinners for you now?
and when it happens – it’s not the same
it is made with...
where your thoughts, hands and legs get stuck
it makes you suddenly feel homesick
to long for town where you have been born hating the whole country
it makes your heart wound and unwound with the same dull pain of burning tears
keeping pace with the rhythm of your thoughts
yearning for childhood when everything has been sorted for you
when dinner has been cooked but you have been refusing to eat it most of the times
why no one cooks dinners for you now?
and when it happens – it’s not the same
it is made with...
1156 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Mar 2010 10:48am
27th Mar 2010 10:48am
archetype
people remind me of angels
but someone has stolen their wings
has cut the cord
and thrown them straight into reality
where fallen angels
are blinded not by the sun
but by the polluted steam coming out
of the boiling earth
where colours are created
on the mind stuffing adverts and addictive TV shows
but not in the corners of the richly growing imagination
people remind me of angels
who fail the flying test and never come back to it again
who lock themselves in blocked flats
on ground floor without sunlight
and dream of a free flight...
but someone has stolen their wings
has cut the cord
and thrown them straight into reality
where fallen angels
are blinded not by the sun
but by the polluted steam coming out
of the boiling earth
where colours are created
on the mind stuffing adverts and addictive TV shows
but not in the corners of the richly growing imagination
people remind me of angels
who fail the flying test and never come back to it again
who lock themselves in blocked flats
on ground floor without sunlight
and dream of a free flight...
1228 reads
9 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Mar 2010 2:10pm
21st Mar 2010 2:10pm
awakening
we were together
trapped in open space
where only playful rays
could tell us about the ticking clock
and change of days and nights
where air was wet
loading our lungs with lack of air
with growing pain
and zero chances for survival
but we were together there
sharing the oxygen
in loud counts of rhythmic breath ins and outs
trying to keep the eyes closed
being scared of drowning in black plain nothingness
being used to dump pain
of not knowing when and how
then
the door was shut behind us
and...
trapped in open space
where only playful rays
could tell us about the ticking clock
and change of days and nights
where air was wet
loading our lungs with lack of air
with growing pain
and zero chances for survival
but we were together there
sharing the oxygen
in loud counts of rhythmic breath ins and outs
trying to keep the eyes closed
being scared of drowning in black plain nothingness
being used to dump pain
of not knowing when and how
then
the door was shut behind us
and...
926 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Mar 2010 11:36pm
20th Mar 2010 11:36pm
lust
I look at you and see myself
I want to sink into smell of your body and to drown in your eyes
even if I knew how to swim
consume the cover of the body together with the stringy, dry skin
and take delight in finishing your core beating heart off
then I want to meet you accidentally on the streets and rape you
to dress in your T-shirts on the late morning
and drink fresh cup of coffee with the song of your body
I walk on a thin ice being aware of my own inability to swim
but cold water frostily attracts me with your depth and its blueness
I attempt to...
I want to sink into smell of your body and to drown in your eyes
even if I knew how to swim
consume the cover of the body together with the stringy, dry skin
and take delight in finishing your core beating heart off
then I want to meet you accidentally on the streets and rape you
to dress in your T-shirts on the late morning
and drink fresh cup of coffee with the song of your body
I walk on a thin ice being aware of my own inability to swim
but cold water frostily attracts me with your depth and its blueness
I attempt to...
1101 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
13th Mar 2010 8:48am
13th Mar 2010 8:48am
hide-and-seek
I grin – and it’s called smile
sun burns me, attacking with straight, yellow rays and round blindly open face
i hide in the shadow – it shelters me
in one room of its hungry hostel
space is filled with spiders tickling my nerves
i laugh – they are funny creatures:
friends, relatives, siblings, parents
let it flow, go, let go
let me fall, down, get hurt
let me phantasize, imagine
be someone i could never be
breathe in pink air – breathe out black
sun burns me, attacking with straight, yellow rays and round blindly open face
i hide in the shadow – it shelters me
in one room of its hungry hostel
space is filled with spiders tickling my nerves
i laugh – they are funny creatures:
friends, relatives, siblings, parents
let it flow, go, let go
let me fall, down, get hurt
let me phantasize, imagine
be someone i could never be
breathe in pink air – breathe out black
926 reads
4 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
13th Mar 2010 8:32am
13th Mar 2010 8:32am
my poem
how has it happened that i have turned into
stringy, used chewing gum
with sweet childish smell and absence of taste
stretching between three languages
sticking to one of them
t h e n
being squashed by the enormous military boot
being stuck to one sole, watching the other
swinging, switching, stretching
loosing bits of myself without realization
stringy, used chewing gum
with sweet childish smell and absence of taste
stretching between three languages
sticking to one of them
t h e n
being squashed by the enormous military boot
being stuck to one sole, watching the other
swinging, switching, stretching
loosing bits of myself without realization
1012 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Mar 2010 9:33pm
2nd Mar 2010 9:33pm
when I risk
I decide to write you a letter
like in old good times
when we talked through prints and shapes of the clouds
when we used to stand shores apart
looking in each other’s eyes
itchy words, perhaps love birds
I can’t rip them off my chest
I used to write you piles of them – making them fly from the top of the roof
now they are neatly hidden in the golden dusted candy box
birds' screaming songs made me think, cogitate ...
like in old good times
when we talked through prints and shapes of the clouds
when we used to stand shores apart
looking in each other’s eyes
itchy words, perhaps love birds
I can’t rip them off my chest
I used to write you piles of them – making them fly from the top of the roof
now they are neatly hidden in the golden dusted candy box
birds' screaming songs made me think, cogitate ...
886 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
26th Feb 2010 9:23pm
26th Feb 2010 9:23pm
come and take it
sometimes I want to disappear
vanish in the air
become smell of burned food
mixed with strong smell of peeled mandarins
become cold breeze
making you blush when I touch you
to be asleep and awake at the same time
I will be steaming pot of boiling strawberries
and a home made strawberry cheesecake
sometimes I want to vanish
unexpectedly
as if someone hit you from behind
at the end
you are thankful that someone gave you few seconds of rest. sometimes I just don’t want to wake up –...
vanish in the air
become smell of burned food
mixed with strong smell of peeled mandarins
become cold breeze
making you blush when I touch you
to be asleep and awake at the same time
I will be steaming pot of boiling strawberries
and a home made strawberry cheesecake
sometimes I want to vanish
unexpectedly
as if someone hit you from behind
at the end
you are thankful that someone gave you few seconds of rest. sometimes I just don’t want to wake up –...
865 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
24th Feb 2010 10:35pm
24th Feb 2010 10:35pm
the end
what if I pierce through your eyes
to see what’s inside you
mother’s red embroidered coffin in dug up black pit
now rests on the dark side of your soul
it wasn’t raining then
but I was suffocating with my own tears
there wasn’t any storm or thunder
my ears were full of ringing phone
and sharp, cutting words:
“She’s dead, haven’t you been informed yet?”
someone was condoling, others – crying
common pain has drawn us together
for the time of funeral banquet occurring at the table ...
to see what’s inside you
mother’s red embroidered coffin in dug up black pit
now rests on the dark side of your soul
it wasn’t raining then
but I was suffocating with my own tears
there wasn’t any storm or thunder
my ears were full of ringing phone
and sharp, cutting words:
“She’s dead, haven’t you been informed yet?”
someone was condoling, others – crying
common pain has drawn us together
for the time of funeral banquet occurring at the table ...
854 reads
6 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
16th Feb 2010 10:26pm
16th Feb 2010 10:26pm
disappointment
disappointment
slowly crawls to my throat
squeezes it and blocks
my breathing ways
disappointment
is an onion
covered in milk chocolate
and wrapped up
in a nice golden paper
with red bow on top
as soon as you open it up
it stinks
and bitterness makes you
want to cry
there was time
when it seemed so mysterious
and attractive in its closeness
in its wrapper
eyes are teary
because of the revealed onion
and I swallow it
because milk chocolate
is my favourite ...
slowly crawls to my throat
squeezes it and blocks
my breathing ways
disappointment
is an onion
covered in milk chocolate
and wrapped up
in a nice golden paper
with red bow on top
as soon as you open it up
it stinks
and bitterness makes you
want to cry
there was time
when it seemed so mysterious
and attractive in its closeness
in its wrapper
eyes are teary
because of the revealed onion
and I swallow it
because milk chocolate
is my favourite ...
1089 reads
4 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
15th Feb 2010 11:36pm
15th Feb 2010 11:36pm
late at night
this is where I shelter
under a pile of unwritten books
talking with me at nights
in my repeating nightmares
which kill off
which pull out rotten teeth
small piece after piece
with cold dental forceps
from my tightly stiched mouth
threads with blood – is my decoration
I scream and search for help
an escape
at least doors
even locked ones
but all I see
is forceps
with their clinging smile
sharp chasing sound
I’ve created a life habit
to look inside deep dark abyss
and imagine...
under a pile of unwritten books
talking with me at nights
in my repeating nightmares
which kill off
which pull out rotten teeth
small piece after piece
with cold dental forceps
from my tightly stiched mouth
threads with blood – is my decoration
I scream and search for help
an escape
at least doors
even locked ones
but all I see
is forceps
with their clinging smile
sharp chasing sound
I’ve created a life habit
to look inside deep dark abyss
and imagine...
1166 reads
5 Comments
DARK POEM
Published
14th Feb 2010 5:00pm
14th Feb 2010 5:00pm
nostalgia
crushing burden of meaninglessness
has just passed me by
I said Hello
but he never looked back
I remember we used to be friends
he wondered about his love crushes
they didn’t work out
and he was so meaningful at that time
I saw such a dignity in him
in his crushing meaninglessness
which drove me crazy
which made me pass over my clean mind
into his dirty hands
I squeezed my delicate soul
into his tight shoes
and suffered from sore spots
distracted mind
I am an eyesore
to my life...
has just passed me by
I said Hello
but he never looked back
I remember we used to be friends
he wondered about his love crushes
they didn’t work out
and he was so meaningful at that time
I saw such a dignity in him
in his crushing meaninglessness
which drove me crazy
which made me pass over my clean mind
into his dirty hands
I squeezed my delicate soul
into his tight shoes
and suffered from sore spots
distracted mind
I am an eyesore
to my life...
935 reads
7 Comments
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