Submissions by russiamagda
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I write what comes to mind and try to show how I feel or depict what happened. Some moments can't be put into words, but I attempt to write it so I can allow myself to look back and remember it.
LOVE POEM
Published
21st Feb 2017 00:18am
21st Feb 2017 00:18am
don't call me honey (love and loss comp)
dents in palms align
forming in the initial phase of life
outwards and inwards, smaller marks between
arbitrarily placed,
yet they seem to match mine.
you were budding in spring
the tongue touches the teeth,
particularly hanging on the upper gums
your lips were closed,
but as that bud precedes a blossom,
i awaited an opening
lurking in an orbital motion,
my mutualist ritual was yet to be performed
others flew around, but never so close as to
rest upon you, but rather to feed off of you
as you...
forming in the initial phase of life
outwards and inwards, smaller marks between
arbitrarily placed,
yet they seem to match mine.
you were budding in spring
the tongue touches the teeth,
particularly hanging on the upper gums
your lips were closed,
but as that bud precedes a blossom,
i awaited an opening
lurking in an orbital motion,
my mutualist ritual was yet to be performed
others flew around, but never so close as to
rest upon you, but rather to feed off of you
as you...
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DARK POEM
Published
9th May 2016 11:12pm
9th May 2016 11:12pm
(for Dark Lust competition)
"behind a wall and under the same sky"
(a fantastical perspective of a maniac)
when i drive by your house
under a surfacing of clouds, a dull black
my pupils begin to match the color
when i open the car door
i find myself at your yard
the brownish green of the sweater you wore
the first time my pupil became an apple, reflecting you
when i walk by your tree
i find myself climbing among the apples
each reminding me of everything running through you
that i wanted to take from you
when i reach your...
(a fantastical perspective of a maniac)
when i drive by your house
under a surfacing of clouds, a dull black
my pupils begin to match the color
when i open the car door
i find myself at your yard
the brownish green of the sweater you wore
the first time my pupil became an apple, reflecting you
when i walk by your tree
i find myself climbing among the apples
each reminding me of everything running through you
that i wanted to take from you
when i reach your...
1170 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th Apr 2016 2:04am
28th Apr 2016 2:04am
the quick horrible moments
the sugar puffed clouds seem to go gray
After I walk under beneath trees, dew-soaked
more or so of a midsummer day, yet spring air
polluting my lungs is the cigarettes
an man of balding hair, tinted of an oaklike color
reveals his eyelids when making contact with my rear
as i walk, i force my head to not turn back
when i see him in a true summer day
bones of my knees grow hollow, wishing me to fall to the grass
dusty breeze forces my hair back
but i only recently came upon the inquiry
how long do these moments last?
the...
After I walk under beneath trees, dew-soaked
more or so of a midsummer day, yet spring air
polluting my lungs is the cigarettes
an man of balding hair, tinted of an oaklike color
reveals his eyelids when making contact with my rear
as i walk, i force my head to not turn back
when i see him in a true summer day
bones of my knees grow hollow, wishing me to fall to the grass
dusty breeze forces my hair back
but i only recently came upon the inquiry
how long do these moments last?
the...
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SELF POEM
Published
29th Mar 2016 8:39pm
29th Mar 2016 8:39pm
camp (From "Dreamt Town. City, Country" competition)
the wooden tree behind cabin 9
we called it "the holy tree"
sliced wood and "natural ant farms"
surrounded us
damp towels hung on white rope lines
the swimming pools we spent every day in
the sky we subdued ourself under at night near campfire
we were wrapped up under clouds of golden and gleaming rays
the purity of a youthful happiness
then his palm met the folds of flesh
beneath the tie dye of my white tank top
soon between underwear and in between my hipbones
on the bus i road just a year before
...
we called it "the holy tree"
sliced wood and "natural ant farms"
surrounded us
damp towels hung on white rope lines
the swimming pools we spent every day in
the sky we subdued ourself under at night near campfire
we were wrapped up under clouds of golden and gleaming rays
the purity of a youthful happiness
then his palm met the folds of flesh
beneath the tie dye of my white tank top
soon between underwear and in between my hipbones
on the bus i road just a year before
...
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1 Comment
LOVE POEM
Published
28th Mar 2016 00:32am
28th Mar 2016 00:32am
the risk of touching your hand
hands beneath fabric
like the secrets beneath sentences
your hand is like a hot stove
my fingers know the cost of touch
unlike i did before
but i had to touch it first
to understand there was a risk at hand
the fabric you touched
was only on the back of your hand
the palm hidden above my flesh
when people ask me
the three word inquiry
i gave them the two word answer
the fabric stained
flicks my shirt
i attempt to suck in to pull away
just like i did
when it was your hand
like the secrets beneath sentences
your hand is like a hot stove
my fingers know the cost of touch
unlike i did before
but i had to touch it first
to understand there was a risk at hand
the fabric you touched
was only on the back of your hand
the palm hidden above my flesh
when people ask me
the three word inquiry
i gave them the two word answer
the fabric stained
flicks my shirt
i attempt to suck in to pull away
just like i did
when it was your hand
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STORY POEM
Published
25th Mar 2016 7:33pm
25th Mar 2016 7:33pm
To Live a Day (From To Live a Day competition)
To Live a Day
A bestowed happiness
fluttered upon the wings of angels
Falling amongst me
To prove worthy of a day
A day spent by me
So I begin.
Soft grass ruffles my finger tips
A pair of black shoes beside my head
Bright, the sun is, whilst among me.
Ultraviolet rays twinkle.
The sidewalks, busy
Clustered.
Alike Moses, I depart the crowd
As I run through
My mind does not coexist with
A Destination.
As blue fades to purple,
pink,
Shades of colours, given
To a...
A bestowed happiness
fluttered upon the wings of angels
Falling amongst me
To prove worthy of a day
A day spent by me
So I begin.
Soft grass ruffles my finger tips
A pair of black shoes beside my head
Bright, the sun is, whilst among me.
Ultraviolet rays twinkle.
The sidewalks, busy
Clustered.
Alike Moses, I depart the crowd
As I run through
My mind does not coexist with
A Destination.
As blue fades to purple,
pink,
Shades of colours, given
To a...
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DRUGS POEM
Published
25th Mar 2016 1:14pm
25th Mar 2016 1:14pm
I'll be home at 9:30. (Written for "death" competition)
Red light.
It was a night of
Blood, booze, and
bruises like galaxies
containing my sorrow
Left on thighs for everyone to see
My hands still met the wheel
And my foot barely hit the brakes
My eyes of teal
Barely focus as my stomach aches
Green light.
Plastic bags of late night groceries
A daughter in front of television,
I can see the glow of cartoons on her cheek
The girl most close to me
My eyes focus on that thought alike night vision
All I have to do is walk across the street.
Red light. ...
It was a night of
Blood, booze, and
bruises like galaxies
containing my sorrow
Left on thighs for everyone to see
My hands still met the wheel
And my foot barely hit the brakes
My eyes of teal
Barely focus as my stomach aches
Green light.
Plastic bags of late night groceries
A daughter in front of television,
I can see the glow of cartoons on her cheek
The girl most close to me
My eyes focus on that thought alike night vision
All I have to do is walk across the street.
Red light. ...
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SELF POEM
Published
24th Mar 2016 11:45am
24th Mar 2016 11:45am
the aftermath of sneaking cigarettes
you could have heard from a class away
the stormlike whirlwind of fog
spinning above our heads until given the chance to
evaporate
how long before i evaporate?
to depend my only spark of light on that
will it end?
are his words empty as the way my hollow heart pumps,
continuously beating without a purposeful totality?
the few good things i have are
alike rats hidden beneath the subways
the subways my mom goes on
how long until the person who loves me
takes everything i love away?
the stormlike whirlwind of fog
spinning above our heads until given the chance to
evaporate
how long before i evaporate?
to depend my only spark of light on that
will it end?
are his words empty as the way my hollow heart pumps,
continuously beating without a purposeful totality?
the few good things i have are
alike rats hidden beneath the subways
the subways my mom goes on
how long until the person who loves me
takes everything i love away?
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1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2016 9:44pm
22nd Mar 2016 9:44pm
Telescope (For Space & Time Competition)
Telescope
Folds and creases form in wrapping
Crinkles in cheap balloons still float among
the windowsills beside my bed
Once I finally tear off the last crinkle of wrapping paper
The object is fully revealed
My rate, alike a caterpillar forming into a butterfly,
I am reborn in the glass lens of my new telescope.
A cluster of enigmatic lights
stretching across my pupil
An unfathomable inevitability upon my limited existence
Perhaps it isn't my body that's alive
It's the idea of my existence among this that lives ...
Folds and creases form in wrapping
Crinkles in cheap balloons still float among
the windowsills beside my bed
Once I finally tear off the last crinkle of wrapping paper
The object is fully revealed
My rate, alike a caterpillar forming into a butterfly,
I am reborn in the glass lens of my new telescope.
A cluster of enigmatic lights
stretching across my pupil
An unfathomable inevitability upon my limited existence
Perhaps it isn't my body that's alive
It's the idea of my existence among this that lives ...
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2016 11:33am
22nd Mar 2016 11:33am
flicker (from 3rd person poetry competition)
flicker
when morning awakes
as she does bury her face
the pillows sink and
the light flickers
petals alike eyelashes
dewdrops, as of they were
tears shiver away
and at that moment she was sure
nothing will really change
her trembling hands,
fragile as her being,
on the verge to shatter,
row down the thin laces of hair
her eyes
flicker
as a camera, attempting to
capture the light
and keep it in her eyes.
when morning awakes
as she does bury her face
the pillows sink and
the light flickers
petals alike eyelashes
dewdrops, as of they were
tears shiver away
and at that moment she was sure
nothing will really change
her trembling hands,
fragile as her being,
on the verge to shatter,
row down the thin laces of hair
her eyes
flicker
as a camera, attempting to
capture the light
and keep it in her eyes.
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DRUGS POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2016 11:32am
22nd Mar 2016 11:32am
I don't have a gun (From Competition)
A neighborhood of
Squinted eyes and sagging necks
Hands alike cells,
Caging in what comes inside.
My antithesis.
My anatomy consists of
wrists of sloppiness and
Eyes alike telescopes
An allegation occurred.
Little did I know
I was capable.
Little could I tell
That I was doing it.
When it reaches my throat
The cages hanging off my arms
Reach a blade
As a tea whistle,
The screech immerses
I blurt--
"At least I don't have a gun"
Saliva splatters her face ...
Squinted eyes and sagging necks
Hands alike cells,
Caging in what comes inside.
My antithesis.
My anatomy consists of
wrists of sloppiness and
Eyes alike telescopes
An allegation occurred.
Little did I know
I was capable.
Little could I tell
That I was doing it.
When it reaches my throat
The cages hanging off my arms
Reach a blade
As a tea whistle,
The screech immerses
I blurt--
"At least I don't have a gun"
Saliva splatters her face ...
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SELF POEM
Published
22nd Mar 2016 1:40am
22nd Mar 2016 1:40am
I saw stains on your dad's shirt
Yellow orbs appear
Surfacing the camera lens
You still capture the moment
Despite the flaw,
It's pinned to your board.
The thin rows of stitching
Woven together by Chinese machinery
Caging knuckles, scraped
"It's like honey, but it's bitter, not sweet."
A statement formed between
Trembles, yet you still reach to clean the glass
I recognize it from my window at night
Maybe it's dinner that's the most important meal of the day
A stab into greens as I hear a screechlike laughter
Twice.
...
Surfacing the camera lens
You still capture the moment
Despite the flaw,
It's pinned to your board.
The thin rows of stitching
Woven together by Chinese machinery
Caging knuckles, scraped
"It's like honey, but it's bitter, not sweet."
A statement formed between
Trembles, yet you still reach to clean the glass
I recognize it from my window at night
Maybe it's dinner that's the most important meal of the day
A stab into greens as I hear a screechlike laughter
Twice.
...
673 reads
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