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polina 21h
fly
Give me those lights, give me their burn
Give me the squeak of my shoes on the court
Give me the nerves, give me the skill
Set me the ball and give me the ****

Give me the gym, fill it with screams
Let me forget I was ever beneath
Give me the talent, please let it bloom
Give me the skill to dominate the room

Give me all I need, please help me fly
And let my hands touch that far-away sky
And if my wings burn, set them aflame
Let me fall and hear them scream my name
polina 21h
This feeling in my gut, the butterflies,
The tunnels that concave and shake
The soft skin of my stomach, shuddering
And the tightness in my chest that holds me whole

And those sacks, filled with air, exhaled out
Tired from their own deep breaths, they still
Shallow they turn, the basin filled with my reflection
Those lungs of mine, the giver of life
The taker of mine

I don’t think anxiety can be explained,
But isn’t this feeling simply a chemical reaction?
Drowning me in its taste, I beg for another chance
Winding back time isn’t as easy as you think

And yet I step up to the challenge, and the lights
scald my sensitive skin
Sunburnt, starburnt, I face
Their gazes head on, and alone,
I heard the thud thud, shhh shhh,
The pounding of it on the floor, I let go
And I let myself move,
Oh won’t I let myself move
polina Jul 15
The pain of the renaissance man
(me, the renaissance woman)
Is the inability to experience everything, all at once
Two lifetime’s too short

I wish I could touch the stars
Reach the top of every industry
Climb the mountain of sports
Be the best that’s ever been

No, don’t tell me it’s not possible
polina Jul 15
God
Forever an artist, a source
Created in your image
Creator
polina Jul 15
Show them fervor, show them fire
Until they finally understand
Get good if that’s what it takes
Get good to show yourself you have what it takes

Once you reach the ceiling, it breaks
A million shards cutting skin
Your outstretched hand bleeding
(glass all along)

Fragile and transparent, it reveals
How far you still have left to go

Do you have what it takes?
this one's for you
polina Jul 15
The volleyball player is a greedy being
Constantly striving for more, never satisfied

We will melt our wax wings off
If it means we get a chance to fly

Falling from that burning sky, no one can reach us
When we’re up that high
and when the ocean floor touches our heads
We’re too far gone, not victors yet

A drowning, suffocating feeling, until you suddenly
Learn to breathe
And you will keep those wax wings on, even if
It means sinking to the deep

Died once, drowned twice, but got back up again
Sewing flight from broken skin
I will grow wings, no matter how
Take my dead skin, can’t reach me now
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