Karina: Poems

Apr 2013 · 1.9k

pinocchio

Karina Apr 2013

this is too urbane for me
these glimmering, polished fantasies
with images and memories
of what it was like to be real.

my nose has grown too long
with all the lies that i have told.
i'm afraid these concrete-walls
are closing in and i'm about to fold

in paper halves
or break in plastic twos.
or shatter in glass pieces
or splinter in fragments of wood.

Dec 2012 · 735

opposing forces

Karina Dec 2012

opposing forces

there's a restlessness in the way you move your hands,
like a storm's brewing beneath your bones

                                and when I compare it to my still calmness.
    my serene disposition- we're lunatics for thinking that

             you and me.
       us and we.
  he and she.

could ever work out.

                                  but we do.

Jul 2011 · 754

And a window

Karina Jul 2011

And a window

Staring through the car window,
lights blaze,
distorted by heavy rains.

I don't need the world.
Just a place to go-
And a car, some lights, and a window.

Jul 2010 · 3.0k

Trusting

Karina Jul 2010

Trusting

Divided and broken,
my heart shatters softly,
no ears to listen,
to my melancholy.

I scream, though silent,
as I fall through the dark,
nightmares whisper,
the landscape stark.

I feel the stab,
of a sword through my back,
and wonder if I could have,
foreseen the attack.

But blindly I trusted,
no heed to danger,
believing the good,
and smiling at strangers.

My trust is misplaced,
I'm not watchful, they say
I wish I'd listened,
they said it would end this way.

— The End —