katarina-arno - Hello Poetry

I tick and I tock, just slightly lost And I drink scarlet wine not for the taste, no To silence the beats in my depth Stop the dripping, the pain The haze, the glamour of being a mess The cork, the bottle just the right shape Slick, slide it up slowly High thing glass, sweet smell Pretend you are something else Wrong time zone, benzodiazepines Plath's verses, your truths, your dares

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Aug 23, 2015

Aug 23, 2015 at 7:36 PM UTC

katarina-arno

Sideways

I tick and I tock, just slightly lost And I drink scarlet wine not for the taste, no To silence the beats in my depth Stop the dripping, the pain The haze, the glamour of being a mess The cork, the bottle just the right shape Slick, slide it up slowly High thing glass, sweet smell Pretend you are something else Wrong time zone, benzodiazepines Plath's verses, your truths, your dares

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I Under vibrating lights The mystique of two of us collide Too late in the night Speaking of home and vast distances Your x-ray voice and venomous cynicism Are melting A rooftop, city under our feet Cars screaming like wild birds You’re touching my arm Through bricks and cement And solid air of defence wall Cut and transformed, pasted in wrong places All we ever been New words tingle through me This given thing is unveiling Wrapped up in a see through metaphors It was always here II Nonchalant touch, a look, a sigh Catalyst to my complete degradation To this state of demolishing chaos of you Running through the boulevard of prohibited Propinquity Past every connotation of time When innocence is in demise My vows are burning me Around my finger I’m melting like a Wicked Witch of the West Selling myself to this unstoppable force of Nature This twister inside of me With your breath in my ear, like a butterfly Clapping its wings to start the cycle Nerves are twitching Skin under your hand, screaming I hide My head under your neck You smell surprisingly sweet For a tempest Your hands are holding me against the wall Like a prisoner of this absurd war I roll my eyes up to Vermilion lights trembling above us We’re simultaneously breathing in Myriad of incandescent particles Of materialized desire World is sinking into oblivion III The arch of you above me, On your chest, suicide turned into butterflies escaping Transforming you into my ultimate Fall from grace Breathing underwater, in this liquid limbo I’m breathing in absolute fire Between every particle of sweat is sin My skin is inked with handprints Bones showing I sink in the ethereal on this cold floor Under velvet waves Seeing all red Those butterflies now fling above me Out of some fallen creatures head

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Aug 1, 2011

Aug 1, 2011 at 1:04 AM UTC

katarina-arno

PROPINQUITY

I Under vibrating lights The mystique of two of us collide Too late in the night Speaking of home and vast distances Your x-ray voice and venomous cynicism Are melting A rooftop, city under our feet Cars screaming like wild birds You’re touching my arm Through bricks and cement And solid air of defence wall Cut and transformed, pasted in wrong places All we ever been New words tingle through me This given thing is unveiling Wrapped up in a see through metaphors It was always here II Nonchalant touch, a look, a sigh Catalyst to my complete degradation To this state of demolishing chaos of you Running through the boulevard of prohibited Propinquity Past every connotation of time When innocence is in demise My vows are burning me Around my finger I’m melting like a Wicked Witch of the West Selling myself to this unstoppable force of Nature This twister inside of me With your breath in my ear, like a butterfly Clapping its wings to start the cycle Nerves are twitching Skin under your hand, screaming I hide My head under your neck You smell surprisingly sweet For a tempest Your hands are holding me against the wall Like a prisoner of this absurd war I roll my eyes up to Vermilion lights trembling above us We’re simultaneously breathing in Myriad of incandescent particles Of materialized desire World is sinking into oblivion III The arch of you above me, On your chest, suicide turned into butterflies escaping Transforming you into my ultimate Fall from grace Breathing underwater, in this liquid limbo I’m breathing in absolute fire Between every particle of sweat is sin My skin is inked with handprints Bones showing I sink in the ethereal on this cold floor Under velvet waves Seeing all red Those butterflies now fling above me Out of some fallen creatures head

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Serendipity is a wonderful girl A poet, to say the least Real crazy about music Losing her mind, slipping through celestial pole As she jumps and dance, out of control Stopping to breath in the Garden She giggled together with a choir of birds Then colored some stones Gift to a soul mate, as her love scatter Breathing in soul to a raw matter Ethereal smells are being woven Voodoo magic in the kitchen Ice is melting faster underneath her fingers Her words are fluffy like summer clouds after rain When sun is out again Graceful like a wild cat Able to read hidden emotions and secret sings Those eyes deep like Congo River Her laughter is a contagious swirl Mind like Mother of Pearl

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Jul 23, 2011

Jul 23, 2011 at 11:24 PM UTC

katarina-arno

Serendipity

Serendipity is a wonderful girl A poet, to say the least Real crazy about music Losing her mind, slipping through celestial pole As she jumps and dance, out of control Stopping to breath in the Garden She giggled together with a choir of birds Then colored some stones Gift to a soul mate, as her love scatter Breathing in soul to a raw matter Ethereal smells are being woven Voodoo magic in the kitchen Ice is melting faster underneath her fingers Her words are fluffy like summer clouds after rain When sun is out again Graceful like a wild cat Able to read hidden emotions and secret sings Those eyes deep like Congo River Her laughter is a contagious swirl Mind like Mother of Pearl

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I am here little girl and I want your sugar. Through compound eyes I looked at you. You are so large, clumsy and self-centred and I am called a pest. I have wings, all of my kind do. Only some of you discovered an ability to fly. I am resting on the fruits of Nature they call the fruits of they labour. What good would that labour do to them without the wholeness of Nature I am part of too? You are waving after I slide through the air in that ridicules dance of hate and frustration. I am here because I am. It is the law, you fool. We breed excessively too. It is not your exclusive right. Those juices feed me just as they do feed your enormous organisms. I am here little girl and I want your sugar. A little bit to feed me, but I want to explore every part of it. I want to walk on it on more legs than you have. You would feel no guilt if you smashed me, if you made a black-red smudge out of my body. I will be part of the soil again. So will you. Walking on your skin is like walking on a dainty melon. You smell sweet. Exquisite. Why are you so disturbed by my caressing? I’m sliding down you, ready to fly off. You are my runway. Be proud. I am just like you, made from stardust. We are partners in motion and we both have sweet tooth. You may call me pest. Still, I’m living, ******* the sweetness, flying and resting as and where I please. I am here little girl and I want your sugar.

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Jul 18, 2011

Jul 18, 2011 at 10:03 PM UTC

katarina-arno

Through compound eyes

I am here little girl and I want your sugar. Through compound eyes I looked at you. You are so large, clumsy and self-centred and I am called a pest. I have wings, all of my kind do. Only some of you discovered an ability to fly. I am resting on the fruits of Nature they call the fruits of they labour. What good would that labour do to them without the wholeness of Nature I am part of too? You are waving after I slide through the air in that ridicules dance of hate and frustration. I am here because I am. It is the law, you fool. We breed excessively too. It is not your exclusive right. Those juices feed me just as they do feed your enormous organisms. I am here little girl and I want your sugar. A little bit to feed me, but I want to explore every part of it. I want to walk on it on more legs than you have. You would feel no guilt if you smashed me, if you made a black-red smudge out of my body. I will be part of the soil again. So will you. Walking on your skin is like walking on a dainty melon. You smell sweet. Exquisite. Why are you so disturbed by my caressing? I’m sliding down you, ready to fly off. You are my runway. Be proud. I am just like you, made from stardust. We are partners in motion and we both have sweet tooth. You may call me pest. Still, I’m living, ******* the sweetness, flying and resting as and where I please. I am here little girl and I want your sugar.

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In the future life I wish to be bird or a cat Maybe when I’m a bird and cat kills me I’ll become the cat's young kitten Then I would be the son of my murderer And everything would be forever forgiven We all want to be free Our ways of freedom varies It would be beautiful to be born as a bird To the ultimate freedom of sky It would be lovely to become a cat I am so soft and evil

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Jun 23, 2011

Jun 23, 2011 at 8:21 AM UTC

katarina-arno

In the future life

In the future life I wish to be bird or a cat Maybe when I’m a bird and cat kills me I’ll become the cat's young kitten Then I would be the son of my murderer And everything would be forever forgiven We all want to be free Our ways of freedom varies It would be beautiful to be born as a bird To the ultimate freedom of sky It would be lovely to become a cat I am so soft and evil

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They are so fragile They're making me drowsed Like I’m looking at the letters Very, very up close When everything is still Yet nature is raging with sounds It feels like Heaven should feel like I am drowning in this piece of time Part of me wanting to die The other part struggling for So familiar state of life

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Jun 23, 2011

Jun 23, 2011 at 8:20 AM UTC

katarina-arno

THE BEAUTY OF LONELY MOMENTS

They are so fragile They're making me drowsed Like I’m looking at the letters Very, very up close When everything is still Yet nature is raging with sounds It feels like Heaven should feel like I am drowning in this piece of time Part of me wanting to die The other part struggling for So familiar state of life

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Sounds from the distance Occupying my mind Tickling my nerves To change To stay still The burden is heavy I scream and scream But someone pressed mute Silence in my soul Raging winds in my head Empty glances Empty hands Crawling and running Falling and dancing I’ll search till I find My haven

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Jul 31, 2010

Jul 31, 2010 at 9:06 AM UTC

katarina-arno

The silence ends

Sounds from the distance Occupying my mind Tickling my nerves To change To stay still The burden is heavy I scream and scream But someone pressed mute Silence in my soul Raging winds in my head Empty glances Empty hands Crawling and running Falling and dancing I’ll search till I find My haven

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Dream Fly with the butterflies Forming clouds of emptiness Filled with crispy joy Walk Step left, step right And giggle for centuries Build Millions of little homes In caves and in skyscrapers For every particle of us Dissolve Become liquid and transparent And breathe in the Universe

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Jul 31, 2010

Jul 31, 2010 at 8:59 AM UTC

katarina-arno

Elaborate Fantasy

Dream Fly with the butterflies Forming clouds of emptiness Filled with crispy joy Walk Step left, step right And giggle for centuries Build Millions of little homes In caves and in skyscrapers For every particle of us Dissolve Become liquid and transparent And breathe in the Universe

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I’ll stand still Just for a moment In the infinity Before I take My first step Into the fields of apocalypse I’ll find myself Suddenly Running toward the wall Of my dreams Forever the same Made of bricks White and old Timeless

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Jul 31, 2010

Jul 31, 2010 at 8:52 AM UTC

katarina-arno

My dreams will never change

I’ll stand still Just for a moment In the infinity Before I take My first step Into the fields of apocalypse I’ll find myself Suddenly Running toward the wall Of my dreams Forever the same Made of bricks White and old Timeless

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I’m counting on you I’m counting your sins Every lie Is in my black book I wear your eyes Around my neck Through eyes you see into one’s soul Dusty and wounded Your fingernails Are in my pocket All your hands have done Is in my subconscious Green notes and blue accords Your songs are in my bellybutton

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Jul 31, 2010

Jul 31, 2010 at 8:47 AM UTC

katarina-arno

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I’m counting on you I’m counting your sins Every lie Is in my black book I wear your eyes Around my neck Through eyes you see into one’s soul Dusty and wounded Your fingernails Are in my pocket All your hands have done Is in my subconscious Green notes and blue accords Your songs are in my bellybutton

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