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Natalie Przybyla Feb 2015
My mouth still lingers with the flavor of cigarettes
and all I can taste is you.

My hair still is brisk and musky like the woods
and all I can smell is you.

My eyes still burn from the cold on that late winter day
and all I can see is you.

My skin still itches from the wool scarf you gave to me
and all I can feel is you.

My ears still ring from the song you wrote
and all I can hear is you.

My mind still sits in awe of the way you are
and all I can think about is you.
Jan 2015 · 1.1k
Shambles
Natalie Przybyla Jan 2015
1am:
...what it would be like.........
...................................................­......................................how you held..                .....................I am thinking of.........................holding...............................­.her.
...the ways of........................
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Jan 2015 · 4.7k
Perception
Natalie Przybyla Jan 2015
Perception is something of wonder.
      I see black and she sees pink.
                                 She feels warm and I feel empty.
Not necessarily opposite.                                            
                                                 Not necessarily similar.
An offset of brainwaves and past events.
      Might as well be fire and skin.
                    Might as well be the start to my half way.
Because life is not different.
                                                  Because life is not close.
Perception is a thing of infinity.
And there is nothing to do about it.
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Aug 2014 · 2.5k
Contradictions
Natalie Przybyla Aug 2014
It is and isn't my fault of who I act.
There are two sides of me that contrast.
One of me is calm and steady
Who I like to act.
The other is scattered and obnoxious.
This is the contrast.

The collected me is weak and sometimes numb.
It's a matter of chemicals, you see, that makes me dumb.
I know you don't like the person you have watched me become.
But understand, this is the contrast.

It isn't my intention to be like this, I swear.
These chemical sacks in my head sometimes scatter everywhere.
I promise I get better in time during this affair.
Please! For the love of all things, know this is the contrast.

I am a lot of two people I don't understand.
It might have been best if I were more bland.
Having me with you I know can get out of hand.
Sweetie, the doctors say I can't be helped, see this is the contrast!

It is and isn't my fault of who I act.
There are two sides of me that contrast.
One of me is calm and steady
Who I like to act.
The other is scattered and obnoxious.
*This is the contrast.
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Mar 2014 · 11.3k
Intoxicated
Natalie Przybyla Mar 2014
You answered just a little too fast.
It surprised me.
I haven't seen you in about a year,
And I am realizing I've missed you.
It surprised me.
The last time I saw you,
And the time before that,
You were intoxicated.
It surprised me.
I haven't seen you in about a year,
And I am realizing what you are to me.
It surprised me.
You are a dress without hems or seams.
I hardly know you but you are beautiful.
You are the bullet in the rotating cylinder of the gun to my head.
You dig through my skull and explode my amygdala.
And force me to love you.
You are the jam in the barrel as I pull the trigger.
I fell to the ground in realization:
You both killed me and saved me.
It surprised me.
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Feb 2014 · 2.7k
If Dreams Had Monetary Value
Natalie Przybyla Feb 2014
According to my mom and dad, when I was little, I used to say that I wanted to be a garbage truck driver. Yeah, I know — literally dumping trash and pumping gas isn’t something a typical four-year-old girl wishes to grow up to do. It impressed me how the men rode, clinging onto the back end of the truck, pushing buttons to crush the unwanted goods to dust. Although I am sure it would have been more appropriate for a young lady to look up to Cinderella or Sleeping Beauty, I looked up to those men because they appeared fearless and strong. I never really liked the “girly” things my parents and sisters gave to me. In fact, when Barbie smiled at me through a plastic window, I took her out, tore her head off and threw her body to the dog. I should have loved the color pink and liked the smell of daisies; I didn’t. I was ridiculed for hating both and told I shouldn’t be so different.
When I turned six, my grandpa gave me a book about prehistoric beasts. I couldn’t read well, but I liked the pictures and the long words with plenty of strange letter combinations. Words like “pterodactyl” and “brachytrachelopan” fascinated me, and made me feel exceptionally intellectual just to know how to pronounce them (even if I did so poorly).  When asked, I proudly responded, “I want to be a paleontologist when I grow up!” Adults praised me for being so intelligent at such a young age, and I felt special. But one day, I learned that bone diggers don’t make much money. So, I changed for a few extra thousand dollars a year.
By the age of eight, I decided I wanted to become a veterinarian because that’s what my best friend wanted to be. She loved animals and said we should help them because they can’t help themselves. I took a bite of the pie graph, “Occupations Wanted By Children.” It tasted bland and watered down but it made me normal to want that for myself—even if it wasn’t my own dream. My friends and I babbled about having every species imaginable for pets and loving them more than Romeo loved Juliet. But when my mom told me that I might have to  euthanize animals, the pie tasted a lot more ****** going down. I decided I should search for another job.
Around twelve, I started writing a journal. I named it “Joyful” because that’s what I felt the best emotion was and wrote in it occasionally during my sixth grade year. The pages were cluttered with names of boys I had crushes on and i’s dotted with hearts. I modeled my naivety through my entries but it was motivating how I could see my style and thoughts developing over time. My entries went from “I love the sky!” to “When a cloud drifts just in the right position next to the sun and makes that golden ray, I feel as if God’s finger is pointing down to a specific thing he created and saying to us on Earth, ‘Hey, see that thing over there? Yeah, I made that and it’s beautiful. It deserves respect.’”  I have smashed windows in the writing process and let in drafts of fresh ink. I am aware that being a writer in most cases makes a person financially deprived, but that won‘t affect my aspirations. Writing has been my dream since sixth grade and even now I know I’m not perfect but at least I’m pushing myself to be better. I’m changing for me.
No matter how adamantly I’ve tried or how much I realize that writing is sometimes harder than brain surgery, I don’t seem to slice it out of my life. Societal success is measured in dollars but if dreams had monetary value and salary was how badly a person wanted to make that dream come true, I would be paid more green than the Earth has blades of grass. I shouldn’t have to explain to people why I don’t want to be a garbage man or a paleontologist or a veterinarian, or why I don’t want to live by their popular choices. For all I know, I could be the best waste manager that ever had the pleasure to take away last week’s paper. I could strike it rich by discovering a billion-year-old algae. I might save the next Lassie or Winn Dixie. It isn’t up to other people to decide what I want to be when I grow up (if I ever decide to). Instead, I’ll write in spite of everyone else — for the ones that didn’t follow their dreams and strived for physical wealth. If I am to be paid in blades of grass, I will live. And I will die knowing I am one of the few to see a such a gorgeous, glistening, green meadow.
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Feb 2014 · 676
Stars Die
Natalie Przybyla Feb 2014
People
          Always think
          Everyone can be fixed
          But in the light of things,
          There
Are
          Secrets
People
          Hide in places darker than the night
          Because even the night has stars.
          And
Stars,
          No matter how bright,
          Still have a glisten.
          And people,
          No matter how strong,
          Still
can be weak.
          But even though stars shine
And
          People are frail,
We
          Still compare stars to people because
all
          people glisten and all stars
die.
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Feb 2014 · 1.7k
Pink Bow
Natalie Przybyla Feb 2014
A little girl with a pink bow in her hair
Not a care in the world
Not a care
Not a care

A young girl with a pen in her fingers
Few cares in the world
Few cares
Few cares

A little lady with a blade in her skin
Many cares in the world
Many cares
Many cares

A young woman with drugs in her system
Drowning cares in the world
Drowning cares
Drowning cares

A adult woman without air in her lungs
Ending her cares in the world
Ending cares
Ending cares
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Feb 2014 · 931
Swimming Ink
Natalie Przybyla Feb 2014
She laid there next to me, facing away as I tried to touch her bare back. She flinched away with a sort of surprised anger. I looked at her large tattoo of a red and black fish that swam up and down her spine, using her skin as a shallow pool. Jade was always an impulsive person which explains the expensive moving tattoo that I did not approve of at first but has since grown on me.
Jade was given the gift of change before birth. Her mother wanted her to be safe so she asked the doctor to add the Shifting gene to her DNA. Jade hasn't changed on me yet, though. I can tell by her thoughts that the form she was showing me was the one she was born with. I don’t know why she would change.
I was given the “gift” of reading minds. It seemed important to my parents that I wasn't affected by the thoughts and words of others. The down side is that everything is always so loud until a person is going in the ground. The brain always talks. But Jade has such a calm mind, even now when she’s mad at me for whatever we fight about, she is sometimes totally silent. She is unpredictable too. Her thoughts don’t go along with her actions all the time which makes it hard for me to listen to everything she thinks. I feel sorry about that.
I dreamt that a cat was drinking milk from a silver saucer in the middle of the street in the middle of a thunderstorm. The tabby did not move and when it noticed me looking at it, the cat walked pass me and disappeared. Thunder snarled like a gray lion as lightning stabbed the ground with a purple flash. The boom and the flash were so loud and bright that they woke me. I jolted from my bed and looked back upon it. Jade had gone.
I called her name twice but there was no response. I ran from room to room looking for her. “Hello Mr. Wald.” and then “Goodbye Mr. Wald.” as I peaked in and out of the doorways. My thoughts were so loud and scattered that it sounded like all of New York was screaming in my head. How could she leave me like this? We have money, shelter, food, running water, and even if she doesn’t know yet, a child on the way. She wants to name it Ariana but I know it will be a boy. I have to find her. We have so much right.
My arm clock read 7AM. and flashed a bright lime green through my skin. The sun wasn’t up yet and wouldn’t be for another hour but no hour is too early or too late for Jade. I grabbed my heat regulation jacket and shoes and slammed my door behind me as I stumbled to my car to search for her.
I knew her well enough to know she didn’t leave a note. She would know that I would be able to find her within minutes then. I wish I would have listened to her more. I shouldn’t treat her thoughts like white noise on an old television. If absence makes the heart grow stronger, why do I feel so weak and empty? Jade, if this distance somehow repairs our non-existent wounds, I won’t be mad. I just want you back.
My search went on for weeks until I missed her too much and went to a small coffee shop we used to go to. I sat alone in a booth with my mug and my frown until the waitress asked me if I would like another cup. Her thoughts sounded unclear and quiet. I figured it was just me missing Jade but as I handed the woman her tip, I noticed something red and black flicker across her thumb.
A story I wrote for my Mythology and Science Fiction class
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Feb 2014 · 609
Dark Eyes
Natalie Przybyla Feb 2014
The first time I caught your glance
Was the first time I was sent into a black hole.

You ****** me in
Crushing everything I ever knew of the world.

You held no regret
You held only me

When I first was hit by your stare
I was baked by hot charcoal.

You burnt me up
Setting fire to everything I ever loved of the world.

You held no regret
You held only me

The last time I caught your glance
There was no getting out of the black hole.

You ****** me in
Taking everything I had in the world

You held no regret
You didn't want me

When I last was hit by your stare
I was burnt by scorching coals

You burnt me up
Turning my love into flickering ash

You held no regret
You let go of me
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Nov 2013 · 1.4k
The Most Selfish Act
Natalie Przybyla Nov 2013
They ignore my words and ignore my pleas for understanding
For they not know love
They know only selfishness
They know what they take
They know how they leave
For all I know is passion
I ignore their words and ignore their pleas for understanding
For I know not passion
They know only how I leave
They know how I take
They know I am selfish
For all they know is love
We ignore our words and ignore our pleas for understanding
For all we know is love
All we know is passion
All we know is your hand in my hand
With clasped palms and beating hearts
We know what to give and how to take
For all we know is love
For all we know is passion
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Jul 2013 · 961
Lovely
Natalie Przybyla Jul 2013
Laying,
                  looking to my right

Overcasts**
                  of stunning delight

Velocity
                  rise, we get lost in ties

Existence
                   only in adjacent eyes

Love,
                   we gather, without word or touch

You
                    and I feel our lovely rush
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Jun 2013 · 704
High Again
Natalie Przybyla Jun 2013
Starts with a push.
The click of the canister
Turns into an adventure of highs and lows
Can't describe it unless you feel it
Talking about drugs and love
Looking for another reason to pop another
Stress
Hate
Trouble
Hiding the obvious truth
That the blood-shot eyes and the swerved movements
Are just us being kids
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Jun 2013 · 1.4k
Shock of the Kiss
Natalie Przybyla Jun 2013
At the first rumble of the thunder
You threw me to the grass
Kissing me deeply,
You knew you did not even have to ask
At the second dribble of rain
Your strong hands ripped my shirt
Stroking me softly,
I clawed at the cold, hydrated dirt
At the third strike of bright lightning**
You smiled at my body
Thanking me sweetly,
Our bareness was anything but gaudy
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