Tatiana

Aug 2016

Dark Delusion

Protecting the words from slipping out.
Keeping them deep inside where it’s almost forgotten.
What is it? Is all they go about.
My mind of emptiness is almost rotten.

My tongue is tangled from all the promises I couldn’t keep.
But I swear on my life that I won’t break this.
Because of you my mind is never asleep.
I have always failed every remiss.

The last time they asked I finally gave an answer.
The answer that wouldn’t mean a thing.
I could feel their anger.
When I said it were just a Secret about Nothing.

I don't know why, but when I woke up it were gone. So I had to repost it again..

#anger #secret #nothing #meaningless #promise #keeping

Tatiana Aug 2016

Where did the Music Go?

We fought for so long
it destroyed my own song.
And people want to know
where did the music notes go?

I let the birds go
so they could sing out in the open.
But you came in with your gun
and shot down the turtledoves.

I saw the feathers explode
they fell down like soft snow.
Splattered with red
from careless paint brush strokes.

You left me in the field
surrounded by red snow.
It's partly my fault
since I was the one who let them go.

I turn my head towards you
and you're pointing your finger.
But I'm not the one
holding the gun.

I took one feather in my hand
and lamented the loss.
The sky is grey with no hope
but I know where the music has gone.

*I know where the music has gone

This is not part of my alphabet series. That will probably take a long time to complete. But I thought I'd share some other poems I have written awhile ago.

#love #pain #loss #bird #dove

Tatiana Jul 2016

Earring

You lost it
...
The pre-dawn sky still held stars
and she shivered beneath their cold light.
Arms crossed against the weather
eyes darting, yet her posture is held tight.
The stars light up the sidewalk
and her darting eyes look tired.
She sighs glancing at the ground once more
then checks how much time transpired.
Her hand touches her ear
checking to see if she missed it.
It's still not there and the night is fading,
yet she doesn't want a replacement.
Her hand falls to her side with a thud
and her heels clack loudly.
She's done what she could
yet there's a risk paid for acting proudly.
She didn't look back to the grass
where a small object reflected the starlight.
The earring was there
but it was fading away with the night.
...
It isn't the only thing I lost.
.

#loss #e #earring #alphabetpoetry

Tatiana May 2016

Daisy

In a dismal house there was a table.
It was dark, wooden, and old
and on that table sat a mug
that had "Number 1 Dad!"
written on the front.

An old man was talking happily to the mug.
Though his eyes looked tired
as they darted to look at the empty chairs
and his voice was growing feeble.

The man sat in one of the five chairs
that surrounded the old table.
The other chairs were empty.
They already had gathered dust.

The mug he spoke to
did not contain anything to drink,
but it held four daisies.
All had pushed through the dirt long ago.

When the dirt in his mug began to shift
the old man didn't even move the cup.
It's like he didn't even notice
when the fifth daisy pushed up.

In a dismal house there was a table.
It was dark, wooden, and old
and on that table sat a mug
that had "Number 1 Dad!"
written on the front.

In that mug a fifth daisy pushed up.
...
What happened to that family?
They pushed too many daisies up.
What does that mean?
I don't know! That's what Dad told me!
Dad never told me that!
Well that's because I'm older than you!
So what! I'm not the one who lost their--
SHUT UP
...

I have an interesting idea that I will be trying with the little dialogue at the end. It may not make sense right now, but it will with more poems to come. :)

#poetry #alphabet #daisy

Tatiana May 2016

Car

Take the keys and drive
and drive and drive
don't look back just drive.
The girl cruised down the highway
hanging onto the wheel
foot pressed ******* the accelerator
forcing her eyes to stay open.
Drive away, drive away, drive away.
The car can only go so fast.
Why can't this feeling of freedom last?
As the gas light blinks on
the girl blinks her eyes hard
and looks to the horizon once more.
She is not far enough away yet
but the need to leave is stronger
So she ignores the light
eventhough it's wrong.
Racing at a speed deemed unsafe
especially with the gas light on.

#car #alphabetpoetry

Tatiana Apr 2016

Bear

A boy with a bear was sitting in his room.
The bear was missing an eye
and the thread was unraveling
but his mother promised to fix him up
to make him new again.

They were going to his friends house
and his mom told him to leave his bear
But the boy didn't listen.
That bear was his heart and soul.

It was a warm summer day
the sky was bright blue
not a cloud could be seen
and the boy opened his window.

Don't stick your arms out the window.
The boy didn't listen.
Don't stick your bear out the window.
The boy didn't listen.

He wanted his bear to feel the warm air
in the same way he did.
He just wanted the bear
to feel the warm air.

But with one large bump,
the boy lost his grip
and down, down, down it goes
into the street-like abyss

But he didn't say anything.
He didn't know how to speak.
His bear helped him and now he's gone
somewhere on the side of the street.

The boy closed his eyes
shaking his head
and he slowly closed his window.
His mother breathed a sigh of relief.

He stared out the window.
He didn't look back.
He turned a blind eye
to his own unraveling thread.

Where is your bear?
I dropped it
You dropped it?
I dropped it

By the time they went to look,
it was already too dark
and the bear was gone
and so was the boy

I dropped it
I dropped it
*I dropped it

26 days in a row is a bit too much so I'll still do the 26 poems in total just not one every single day. That's a bit too much of a strain on me.

#poetry #alphabet #is #b #bear #c #next

Tatiana Apr 2016

Ax

A man is chopping wood on a stump.
His hands steady the wood
and then with an ax he swings downwards,
Crack!
The wood breaks from the force
splitting into two pieces.
Then the man continues the pattern.

Now the routine becomes mindless,
all muscle memory, no thought.
He pauses, then shakes,
not allowing what's clinging to him to stay.

A few more forceful swings of the ax,
the wood cracks into two
The man pauses once more.
He shakes again but to no avail,
this is clinging to him.

The ax drops from his hands
Blade-down.
But the man doesn't notice.
He is just staring at the wood.
Perhaps what plagues him is maybe more
complex than wood
would ever hope to be?

He's sitting now
he's shaking too.
He is grabbing at his hands and his face,
his chest and his stomach,
his legs and his... feet.
His foot...
How did we not notice?
An ax fallen blade-down
did not sink into the ground,
but into his foot.
The agony he must be feeling right now!

Wait, he's no longer shaking?
His pale hands pull the ax out of his foot,
the blood is slowly oozing out.
He stands up slowly,
grabs a piece of wood,
and swings his ****** ax,
Crack!
The wood splits in two even pieces
falling on either side of the stump
and the man continues
making equal amounts of the same thing
on other side
with his ****** ax in the middle
letting his muscle memory take over
once more

I have a plan to write 26 poems, A to Z in the next 26 days. Hopefully I can stick to that plan. I like challenging myself to do something so this should be fun. If anyone else wants to do the same, by all means, go ahead. :)

#poems #alphabet #challenge #ax #atozpoetry