Submissions by Natalja (Natalya)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
13th Feb 2010 8:37am
13th Feb 2010 8:37am
conversation under the moon
I’m spitting words out,
shouting melody out loud
I become alive
when
this jammed tape starts to play
I’m tired of strong alcohol stink
and
dull empty eyes
drinks have washed brains out of humans’ heads
no wonder that when they dance – they move automatically
their tired mind went for a walk and forgot to close the doors behind
the moon is full - it told me
that I should get over it,
enjoy my ride,
be among
party
animal
ssssssssssssssssssss
my...
shouting melody out loud
I become alive
when
this jammed tape starts to play
I’m tired of strong alcohol stink
and
dull empty eyes
drinks have washed brains out of humans’ heads
no wonder that when they dance – they move automatically
their tired mind went for a walk and forgot to close the doors behind
the moon is full - it told me
that I should get over it,
enjoy my ride,
be among
party
animal
ssssssssssssssssssss
my...
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STORY POEM
Published
13th Feb 2010 8:24am
13th Feb 2010 8:24am
moonlight
I dance under the moon
I’m such a fat idiot who can’t look after her body
my belly became so big that I look pregnant to myself
my lower part is overgrown with fat
my belt is too tight and I can’t breathe properly
it’s all either hurting me or squeezing out my last breathes
I’m used to my loser’s fate
outsider’s load on my back which always draws me down to earth
I’m used to it – even at school ...
I dance under the moon
I’m such a fat idiot who can’t look after her body
my belly became so big that I look pregnant to myself
my lower part is overgrown with fat
my belt is too tight and I can’t breathe properly
it’s all either hurting me or squeezing out my last breathes
I’m used to my loser’s fate
outsider’s load on my back which always draws me down to earth
I’m used to it – even at school ...
I dance under the moon
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DARK POEM
Published
11th Feb 2010 9:11pm
11th Feb 2010 9:11pm
night out
fear melting in
my mouth
mixed with gin
and tonic
I get inside the
rhythm
music of despair
invisible
vibrations
affecting
making things
ten times bigger
through the eyes
of panic
smell of burning
I swallowed it
down the throat
it went to the
stomach
making my
insides dance and tremble
I’m drowning in
the stupidity
facing dead end
pressing full
stop
...
my mouth
mixed with gin
and tonic
I get inside the
rhythm
music of despair
invisible
vibrations
affecting
making things
ten times bigger
through the eyes
of panic
smell of burning
I swallowed it
down the throat
it went to the
stomach
making my
insides dance and tremble
I’m drowning in
the stupidity
facing dead end
pressing full
stop
...
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DARK POEM
Published
6th Feb 2010 8:49pm
6th Feb 2010 8:49pm
put your name on it
whispering: sound sand stones
smell of nothingness
is it called fresh air?
stuck in the boundaries of language
caging encrypt flying meanings
it’s a changing reflection
disappearing with a tea storm
in my hot chicken soup
I’ve been here one day
I clearly remember
it was a dark freezing night
and I was without
gloves
without my favourite coat
sitting on a bare dirty ground
counting people walking by
was it yesterday or year before?
dejaviu
from the broken dreams
repetition of the lost
walking in the...
smell of nothingness
is it called fresh air?
stuck in the boundaries of language
caging encrypt flying meanings
it’s a changing reflection
disappearing with a tea storm
in my hot chicken soup
I’ve been here one day
I clearly remember
it was a dark freezing night
and I was without
gloves
without my favourite coat
sitting on a bare dirty ground
counting people walking by
was it yesterday or year before?
dejaviu
from the broken dreams
repetition of the lost
walking in the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
4th Feb 2010 1:20pm
4th Feb 2010 1:20pm
pangs of love
I miss you
even though
you don’t miss me
I talk with you every time
it rains
and those dump cipher sounds
cut silence into pieces
into small parts of the huge puzzle
one day I will make it work
I will put them all together
into colourful picture of
you -
your big expressive eyes
a wide lovely smile
the sound of your infectious laugh
and thrill of your accidental touch
I miss you
even though
it’s an empty hope
which will never come true
for me
for someone else – it...
even though
you don’t miss me
I talk with you every time
it rains
and those dump cipher sounds
cut silence into pieces
into small parts of the huge puzzle
one day I will make it work
I will put them all together
into colourful picture of
you -
your big expressive eyes
a wide lovely smile
the sound of your infectious laugh
and thrill of your accidental touch
I miss you
even though
it’s an empty hope
which will never come true
for me
for someone else – it...
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Feb 2010 12:28pm
1st Feb 2010 12:28pm
home ... sweet home...
I went once for a walk
in the rooms
of
my
childhood apartment
boxed corridor
leading to a place
where
fears and hopes
got trapped
in the highest cupboard
in my secret drawer
hidden under bed
smell of baking pastry
taste of sweet
sticky
dough
turned into
mist
blocking me from
seeing
smelling
hearing
I opened my wardrobe
still big enough
to fit me in
closed doors
dusted clothes
silence and the dark
happiness
in me
in the rooms
of
my
childhood apartment
boxed corridor
leading to a place
where
fears and hopes
got trapped
in the highest cupboard
in my secret drawer
hidden under bed
smell of baking pastry
taste of sweet
sticky
dough
turned into
mist
blocking me from
seeing
smelling
hearing
I opened my wardrobe
still big enough
to fit me in
closed doors
dusted clothes
silence and the dark
happiness
in me
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Jan 2010 3:07pm
28th Jan 2010 3:07pm
infinity of human nature
I want to write
those last
itching lines
silent words
creepy sounds
they twitch my soul
turn upside down
my feelings
polar zones of hemispheres
change
from
left to right
and right to left
forces around centre
small vulnerable dot
of
self location
and line
starting from there
in its search
for
eternity
making circles
and twirls
playing with me
coding tricks
who am i
to think about it
even to mention it
this never-ending
thought provoking
soul itching
question
of...
those last
itching lines
silent words
creepy sounds
they twitch my soul
turn upside down
my feelings
polar zones of hemispheres
change
from
left to right
and right to left
forces around centre
small vulnerable dot
of
self location
and line
starting from there
in its search
for
eternity
making circles
and twirls
playing with me
coding tricks
who am i
to think about it
even to mention it
this never-ending
thought provoking
soul itching
question
of...
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LOVE POEM
Published
27th Jan 2010 11:11pm
27th Jan 2010 11:11pm
Letter to my daughter
I miss you so much
that every time
I hear
the sound of elevator
I imagine you
coming back
from school
opening doors
of our flat
and shouting
Hello!
from the doorsteps
I want to jump
from the sofa
to turn off
tv
just sit there
in silence
in front of the window
wait for you
and listen
for every sound
of elevator
for every memory
of you
that every time
I hear
the sound of elevator
I imagine you
coming back
from school
opening doors
of our flat
and shouting
Hello!
from the doorsteps
I want to jump
from the sofa
to turn off
tv
just sit there
in silence
in front of the window
wait for you
and listen
for every sound
of elevator
for every memory
of you
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Jan 2010 7:51pm
25th Jan 2010 7:51pm
happy couple
he said:
I could pay it all back
by monthly instalments
it seemed a good idea at that time
my dog was against it
but what dogs know?
they can’t even talk
he said:
I could earn extra cash
flexible hours
good pay
clients
it seemed a great idea at that time
clock was ticking
month after month
it stopped talking with me
it didn’t bother me much
who talks with a clock?
he said
there was no need in me
any more
what about instalments?
I asked
they are all yours –
he said
I looked at my loyal dog...
I could pay it all back
by monthly instalments
it seemed a good idea at that time
my dog was against it
but what dogs know?
they can’t even talk
he said:
I could earn extra cash
flexible hours
good pay
clients
it seemed a great idea at that time
clock was ticking
month after month
it stopped talking with me
it didn’t bother me much
who talks with a clock?
he said
there was no need in me
any more
what about instalments?
I asked
they are all yours –
he said
I looked at my loyal dog...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2010 10:47pm
23rd Jan 2010 10:47pm
this is who i am
I made it through
to meet a sunset
leaves falling off
from tall
thin trees
crispy autumn fall
from top
to the ground
I saw it all
you know:
a start
the end
missed middle
and no one cares
that moon is black
without reflection
of a sun
leaves falling off
I carry on
what is there
to be lost?
this all
is
deep
bleeding
cut
of
a
throat
you know:
every second counts
time is money
money honey
I made it through
here it comes
dark
dead
my
precious...
to meet a sunset
leaves falling off
from tall
thin trees
crispy autumn fall
from top
to the ground
I saw it all
you know:
a start
the end
missed middle
and no one cares
that moon is black
without reflection
of a sun
leaves falling off
I carry on
what is there
to be lost?
this all
is
deep
bleeding
cut
of
a
throat
you know:
every second counts
time is money
money honey
I made it through
here it comes
dark
dead
my
precious...
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DARK POEM
Published
23rd Jan 2010 10:41pm
23rd Jan 2010 10:41pm
Question
I left it all
somewhere
among rats
and rotten food
somewhere
among
dirty worms
eating
sweetbread
my
sweet
heart
I left it there
laid on a dinner table
covered
with white
wet
slippery
blanket
rats and worms
falling off
on the polished floor
on shiny ground
I left it all
in a small
empty room
with table
in a middle
white spot
and many
black
moving
dots
on top
I left it there
hidden
decomposing
struggling
to survive
If you ask me –
it’s...
somewhere
among rats
and rotten food
somewhere
among
dirty worms
eating
sweetbread
my
sweet
heart
I left it there
laid on a dinner table
covered
with white
wet
slippery
blanket
rats and worms
falling off
on the polished floor
on shiny ground
I left it all
in a small
empty room
with table
in a middle
white spot
and many
black
moving
dots
on top
I left it there
hidden
decomposing
struggling
to survive
If you ask me –
it’s...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Jan 2010 3:06pm
17th Jan 2010 3:06pm
.....
why did I believe him?
but I did
swallowing every word
he says
catching every look
glimpse:
brief and fleeting
did I know?
anything at all
could I expect?
everything turns out
this way
his way
stepping hard
on my way
he shouldn’t ever
look back
then he could see
my ever changing face
patterns of anger
despair
rays of hatred
trying to reach him
find him
make him remember
pay
but I did
swallowing every word
he says
catching every look
glimpse:
brief and fleeting
did I know?
anything at all
could I expect?
everything turns out
this way
his way
stepping hard
on my way
he shouldn’t ever
look back
then he could see
my ever changing face
patterns of anger
despair
rays of hatred
trying to reach him
find him
make him remember
pay
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