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Tatiana Jan 2018
Don't look to the sun
because it is already gone.

I could be the one to ***** things up
without anyone finding out.
We could set fire to the walls
of your head
and make sure no one
escapes from it.
So join me in my goal of demolition
because today I am the sun
If it decided to blow up.
Tatiana Jan 2018
I'm young and I shouldn't preach
but at least listen to me speak.
I have dreams about
what this world could be.
I have ideas
on how we could be
and to discredit me
based solely on my youth
tells me more about you
than you could ever tell me.
Who silenced you
when you were young?
Who taught you that
the younger generation is dumb?
Who taught you it was okay
to silence those youthful tongues?

Who silenced you
you silencer?
Inexperience is a thing, and i acknowledge that. But don't shut down what a person says just because they're young. Because discussion is also a thing and a much better learning tool than telling people to shut up.
Tatiana Jan 2018
The distinctive crack of shifting ice
echos in fearful ears
and time seems to stand still.
A graceful dark mass nears
then stills as much as you.

Eyes follow the near invisible crack
that zig zags its danger
to shift weight would be insane.
Lock eyes with the shadow stranger
are they there to help you?

The cracking ice sound silenced
the song of warming nature
and nothing could be heard.
The shadow lacks temperature
and you've always lacked patience.

There's water pooling from warmth
walking on ice in such weather
is a poor decision at best.
A shadow weighs less than a feather
while you weigh like many rocks.

Waiting for night to freeze again
is too long of a tempestuous wait
so slide your feet and your mass.
The shadow watches you aggravate
the ice so much that it breaks.

The ice breaks more as you struggle
but you were too far out
the nature remains silent.
The shadow lingers as you shout
and even after the sounds stop.

Time passes and the silence leaves
nature's voices echo contagiously
the lingering shadow hovers.
It reaches for the water shamelessly
pulling at the tragedy so patiently.

And out it pulls a shadow
of who you used to be.
Both float away from the ice
and dissipate in the trees.
Don't walk on thin ice
Tatiana Jan 2018
"I say it was the butler,"
And so the accusations begin.
They fly through the dining room
with their winged reasons
based on heresay and whims.
"It can't have been him.
He wasn't even there!"
A professor counters with snark.
Pointing out the other was wrong
for their own chance to glow.
"Well then it must've been the maid"
A woman in red counters
Glaring daggers like the ones
That get buried deep into trusting backs.
"Maybe it was one of you!
Looking for monetary gain!"
A man exclaims pointedly
Green overcoat buttoned tightly
as he perused the crowd unkindly.
"Everyone calm down!"
A gentleman speaks soothingly.
"Since we're speaking in clichés
I thought I'd put my two cents in."
the man inspects the body
and with dramatic flair
Announces:
"It was Colonel Mustard, in the dining room, with a rope."
And the fancy dressed group
Cried out in frustration.

But upon further inspection
of the victim dressed
in peacock blues and greens
yielded a braided rope pattern
surrounding her neck.
And it left them all to wonder,

"Who is Colonel Mustard?"
I haven't played clue in forever but this idea popped into my head. Mostly because I love giving a clue reference whenever someone asks "who did it?" Or "what happened?" It's instantly funny.
Tatiana Jan 2018
I've once said failure was kind
It teaches you lessons in the end.
But sometimes the suffering
you have to endure
is absolutely meaningless.
It seems naive to me to believe
that failure is kind
and that pain builds character
without believing the opposite
to be true as well.
Failure is mean
and pain can break you down.
I've lived my whole life so far
thinking that there had to be
a reason for all of this.
And sometimes,
there isn't a reason.
It just *****.
So failure is kind and mean
pain builds character and destroys it
and I can accept that
My sadness is real
and tangible
even though its reason
may not be.
I was inspired by "sometimes suffering is just suffering" quote that I can't remember where it's from.
Tatiana Dec 2017
The ominous sounds of heeled boots
clack down the empty hallway.
Making it clear to those hiding
that they are approaching.

The footsteps are measured and slow
Yet loud like they want to be known
as the sound that strikes fear
into the hearts of all men.

There's nowhere to go
Nowhere to hide
the footsteps are apoaching
and we're out of time.

They are almost here.
Just one more corner.
The footsteps are approaching
the sound is like ******.

And when they arrive
we'll be gone for good
and when they leave
our ears will do us no good.

The sounds immobilize us
We can't breathe
We can't see
We duck our heads between our knees

We duck our heads between our knees
and listen while the steps cease
We pray to God
that they leave us be

We pray to God
clack!
they leave us be
clack!
We pray to God
clack!
They leave us
clack!
Be.
© Tatiana
I don't know if this came across as suspenseful, but that's what I was going for. Also, the sound of heeled-anything, echoing in an empty hallway can be terrifying.
Tatiana Dec 2017
It was a clean break or so they say.
A simple fix.
No additional trauma
No need for drama.
It'll heal just fine.
Sure it was caused by the lover
of a girl who just became a mother.
She was lucky that their
"Poor communication,"
Did not end up
with a fracture that was comminuted.

I never knew
that a break could be clean or
that a fracture could be stable.

I'm still learning.
© Tatiana
I've studied a lot of medical terminology for my classes and it just occurred to me now that I could use those terms as inspiration.
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