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Mar 2020 · 244
au revoir
Natasha Mar 2020
hi, it's been a while
i could finally see your smile again
we hugged, we shared joy
but then i woke and you vanished

i call to the the sky,
to let you hear me yearn
i want to feel that hug one last time.

then right at this moment
i know the sky has granted my wish
and let you hear my plea

because you're shining through the sun
pouring me with your light,
bringing the warmth that i've known my whole life.
thank you,
for letting me feel your hug one last time
dedicating this piece for my little brother who just passed away last month.
Jan 2019 · 335
How Do Poets Write
Natasha Jan 2019
How do poets write?
They are not afraid to feel.
They are not afraid of sadness.
They are not afraid of the void.
Nov 2018 · 2.6k
Butterfly
Natasha Nov 2018
A butterfly broke its wings
from fleeing through the jungle of rage
then you came along
to gently kiss the cracks
rip a part of your skin
and sew the wings with it

Thank you,
for the butterfly has now witnessed
something more beautiful
than all the flowers it had ever laid on
Oct 2018 · 334
Cobwebs
Natasha Oct 2018
Deep inside here, it's so hollow
I'm just an old abandoned house
cold and murky
filled with nothing
but dust and cobwebs.

And as time passes
these cobwebs grow wild
they fill my chest up
blocking me to breathe,
eating me alive.
Jul 2018 · 11.0k
A Tale to A Little Bird
Natasha Jul 2018
Little bird, we're here
I'll sing to you a tale
about me and this mighty golden called the sun

He poured endless light to my eternal darkness
and helped me grow flowers
to create this garden of love
where you would chant and fly around

Little bird, the sun hushed my bitterness
he shines through my tears
and we create a rainbow
as he said cursed is the life
but sweet it is for certain.
Jul 2018 · 286
Why would you?
Natasha Jul 2018
Our scream is a song
to every petals in our hearts
we try so hard to keep
but they keep on drying

it's only me
and you, and the darkness we dance in
then we cry it out to the earth,
"why would you?"
Jul 2018 · 1.0k
Desire
Natasha Jul 2018
The moon shining its spark
upon warm tongues
of ******, joy and agony

the drought is out there,
but it's raining here

****** between thighs
creaking the car seat
the exquisite lust.

whisper to me
don't cease, just keep the lunge
til I hang no more
my first ever poem here. Hello, poetry! :)

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