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546 · Jan 2013
I Had Dreams
Tatiana Jan 2013
"I had dreams"
this phrase scares me,
because its always,
the pretense,
to nightmares.
Horrible nightmares,
of things that
are real,
never fake.
Sometimes I wish,
my dreams,
were of silly things,
like imaginary monsters,
or little,
irrational fears,
but they aren't.
My dreams are filled with horrors done
to people I know,
children I know,
and love,
being abused,
and in my dreams
i'm frozen,
and I can't move.
I'm forced to watch
the little boy and girl,
no more than three years old,
get beaten,
and screamed at,
by an unknown force,
in a dark corner,
in an empty room,
and i'm in the shadows,
watching.
Their screams,
echo in my ears,
terrible screams,
but my mouth is sown shut,
and my eyes,
forced open,
and waking up,
is no relief,
because I know,
that those dreams,
are not to far,
from reality.
532 · Jan 2018
The Guessing Game
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.
531 · Jan 2018
Don't Look to the Moon
Tatiana Jan 2018
Don't look to the moon
because it'll be gone soon.

I can be the one
to make you disappear
without anyone finding out.
Sink down in my oceans
and drown,
no one has to know
that you escaped death.
So join me in my goal
of subterfuge,
because tonight I am the moon
if it decided to hide you.
I love writing about the sun and the moon. The universe lends itself to poetry.
531 · Jul 2017
The Ocean
Tatiana Jul 2017
Waves crash like cars on the shore.
The surf sliding swiftly on soft sand,
Slowing greatly but never stopping.
Then rapidly receding again.

The crashing, thrashing sounds of waves
Used to echo in ears so hollow
Shaped like empty conch shells.
Hear the hushed, rushing sound of a blood-like ocean.

The creatures that live beneath
Water of confused hues, blue and green.
Tolerate visitors of all shapes and sizes
Who swim in their home, to a degree.

The ocean's meaning is deeper than the depths of me,
With a destiny predetermined by the moon.
I can not alter the nature of the ocean.
Just like the nature of the ocean should not alter me.
I'm not as afraid of the ocean as I used to be.

Popping in and popping out again with a quickly written poem about my relationship with the ocean.
 © Tatiana
530 · Mar 2013
A Kid
Tatiana Mar 2013
I want to go back,
to when I was five,
that was ten years ago.
Ten years ago

Like how the leaves turn orange and brown
in autumn,
things have changed.
It's been difficult

This new year,
was not what I had wanted,
but then again,
does anything ever go
according to plan

I remember when I was five,
my family and I
would go out for ice cream,
on hot summer days,
but now we don't have time

I remember playing outside,
and running through the woods,
and being friends with everyone,
there was no drama

I want to be five,
I want to be a kid,
with no worries,
weighing me down heavily

I don't want
To sink like a stone
In the dark waters
resting uneasily
Let me rise
and be a child
with no worries
let me live
with no responsibilities
let me be
*a Kid
530 · Mar 2019
Avant ce Jour
Tatiana Mar 2019
Avant ce jour,
j'ai célébré mon coeur
avec des champs de fleurs,
avec des danses sans peur.

Avant ce jour,
j'ai célébré mon esprit,
avec la chanson d'un canari,
avec la sorcellerie.

Avant ce jour,
j'ai vécu une vie de rêve.

Mais ce jour est venu,
et mon coeur est devenu inconnu.
I thought i'd put my french skills to the test and create a poem in french. I mostly just attempted to keep a rhyme scheme more than anything else. All mistakes are my own.
English translation:

Before this day
I celebrated my heart
with fields of flowers
with dances without fear

Before this day
I celebrated my mind
with the song of a canary
with witchcraft

Before this day
I lived a life of dreams.

But, this day has come
and my heart has become unknown.
528 · Aug 2013
Time
Tatiana Aug 2013
If we could turn the hands of a clock back,
what would we change.
Would we do something different,
or watch it all stay the same.

If we had the option to relive a moment,
which one would we choose.
One filled with happiness,
or one filled with sorrow.

If we could erase our past mistakes,
what would that make us.
We'd be people without character and conviction,
if those mistakes were erased.

If we choose not to turn the hands on a clock back,
who would we be.
We'd be strong individuals,
who accept what once was and what we can be.
527 · May 2019
I'm Not in Your Atmosphere
Tatiana May 2019
I know i'm not in your
a t m o s p h e r e
and I fear
that our connection
won't be
v e r y  c l e a r

The words I speak will be
muffled with s t a t i c
I'll wait for you in the a t t i c
with
my
t e l e s c o p e

I know
I know
I  k n o w

I won't see you in f o r e v e r

I hope
I hope
I  h o p e

You'll be a star that does more than
g l i m m e r

But my vision is growing
d i m m e r

And the chances are growing
s l i m m e r

As the stars
f a l l
.
.
.
©Tatiana
Here's more of the Saturn song that I posted which people seemed to like. Which beckons the question, do you want to hear the song? I have no issues posting it to youtube. I might do that even if no one responds.
526 · Jan 2013
A Soldier
Tatiana Jan 2013
A soldier,
crawling through the mud,
dodging bullets,
saving lives,
and taking many,
before he dies.

He is wounded,
and he lays there,
giving up the fight,
he knows he can't go on,
he knows he'll never make it back home,
so he waits for death to come.

Then he realizes,
with a sudden jolt,
he has everything to lose,
but he can face death head on,
and not back out,
the soldier rose from the ground.

He charged forwards,
bullets ripping through him,
but he won't stop moving,
till his battle is won,
and once he does that,
he can return home.

A soldier,
facing death everyday,
knows that he might not return home,
everyday is a risk,
but it's a risk worth taking,
when you're fighting for what you believe in.
526 · May 2018
The Ocean, The Land, and Me
Tatiana May 2018
Listen to the words I don't create with my mouth
they speak to the truth that I hide deep inside.
I talk about setting things right,
but I'd rather lash out in spite.
For someone who craves stability,
I'm too much like the ocean.
Pushing and pulling my self apart.
Daughter of the moon and water
with time I've grown fonder,
of the waves that used to scare my heart.

I used to find comfort with both feet on the ground,
but it seems that people always dig holes underneath me.
So I have the illusion of solid earth,
but I take one step and then the earth quakes.
At least in the water, I expect the lack of stability,
so if I struggle with swimming,
I can sink down into the sea.
The pressure of the water weighs down on me.
I can see the light at the surface
it's so **** pretty.
© Tatiana
525 · Aug 2014
Fear of Freedom
Tatiana Aug 2014
It's interesting to have freedom,
something that one desires fervently,
but now one fears it
as if it were a deadly drug.
And in a way,
it can be.

There is something frightening about freedom.
One realizes that they must take control
of their one short life.
They must decide what their goals are.
Do they serve
a higher purpose?

This fear of responsibility
can weigh one down,
make them feel insecure,
uncertain of what will happen next.
One is in control of their future,
yet terrified of what is to come.

One may want to hide,
and pretend that this wasn't happening.
The pressure may just be too much,
and one may want to end it all,
with a rope,
or a bullet.

But there is so much more life has to offer,
so why end it?
Life will try to beat you down,
so keep getting back up.
Take hold of your freedom,
and love it.

Have the courage to exist

And in the end,
you will be happy.
525 · Dec 2012
No Fear
Tatiana Dec 2012
A girl crouched on the snowy ground,
her head was bowed
like the branches of the oak tree,
heavy with snow.
Before her lay a man,
with fresh snow
falling gently onto his pale face,
his chest heaved with the effort to breathe,
his eyes were calm,
and they locked with the girls large eyes,
"No fear," he whispered,
followed with an uncontrolled coughing fit.
The girl nodded her head slowly,
yet fear still rang deep in her heart.
The man's chest started to slow,
and with one ragged breath,
his chest went still.
The snow stopped briefly,
and the entire world held it's breath
as the girl leaned forward
and kissed the man's forehead,
he was cold,
colder than ice.
The snow started to fall again,
harder this time,
the girl watched
as it covered the man's body.
Behind her,
the oak branch snapped
under the weight of the snow,
the girl didn't flinch.
She looked at the mound of snow
that hid the man,
her father,
she got up
and started to walk away,
she looked over her shoulder,
and smiled,
"No fear,"
she whispered to the quiet world around her,
and she walked away,
her footprints being erased,
by the falling snow.
525 · Jul 2013
Forget Everything And Run
Tatiana Jul 2013
Forget
Everything
And
Run.

Let fear take control of your emotions.

Forget
Everyone
And
Run.

Let fear make you blind to others.

Forever
Escape
A
Reality.

Let fear make you escape from Reality.

Forgive
Everything
And
Reach.

Forget fear, reach out for help.

Fly
Everywhere
And
Rise.

Fear can't control you, you can rise from it.

But yet,
you could still,
Forget
Everything
And
Run.
525 · Apr 2019
Autopilot
Tatiana Apr 2019
I turn it off
and lose control
DOWN
D O W N
D  O  W  N
I go
©Tatiana
525 · Nov 2015
Choice
Tatiana Nov 2015
I used to believe that people had a choice.
For the longest time I believed
that you chose who you love
But I realized how silly that was
when I noticed how I never chose
the people that I love today.

For the longest time I believed
that you could choose what you want to do
but it occurred to me that I never chose
to write stories or poems
but one day the paper and pen called to me

For the longest time I still believe
that people have a choice
that decisions can be made to change
the current situation

The most difficult lesson I learned
is that being sad was never a choice
I did not wake up one day and decide
that being sad sounded like fun
that choice was made for me
But I have control of my actions
I have control of my words
and I'll be in Hell if I don't try
to help myself first

So yes, depression is not a choice
but to a degree, how we react to it
is a choice
I could stay in bed all day
or I can get up
and this morning I felt sad
I still feel sad
But I got up
I got up
and that was a choice I made for myself
524 · May 2018
I Remember You
Tatiana May 2018
You're nothing but a blur as you pass me,
but there was something special about the way you moved.
It struck me like how lightning strikes a tree,
and leaves it to burn from the inside out.
I think I remember you.

Forgive me for stopping you here,
but I swear we have met before.
Didn't we once sit under the tree that we held so dear
in our young hearts, by the banks of the sluggish, brown river?
Do you remember me?

Your eyes stare back at me so blankly
and I felt my heart sink like those stones we once skipped
drowning in the sluggish waters when you said so frankly
that you have never seen me before.
And yet I remember you.

Why do I remember you
when you don't remember me?
© Tatiana
521 · Jan 2013
Its Worth It
Tatiana Jan 2013
My body feels beaten,
and bruised,
but yet my heart is light.
Does that make any sense
that physically,
i'm hurt,
but on the inside,
I feel alive.

My body can't take any more
hits,
but yet I keep moving.
My heart wants me to push forwards,
even though,
I can't take it.

My body has
collapsed,
but yet I get back up.
My soul wants me to achieve my goals,
it doesn't matter,
what the consequences are.

My body's weakness won't
effect me,
in any sort of way.
My head is telling me,
that pushing through the pain,
is worth it.
515 · May 2018
Train
Tatiana May 2018
All aboard the train lost to time,
feel it lurch forwards as bells chime.
Signal this present departure of mine,
and past departures on this narrow line.
© Tatiana
514 · Nov 2013
Veterans
Tatiana Nov 2013
I don't know if I could go through,
what they went through,
during their time,
in war.

They fought to protect our freedom we enjoy today,
even if that meant they were on the front,
right in the line of fire,
where some died.

Why do many people not know what today is,
I find that rather disrespectful,
they fought for our future,
and we don't care.

What on earth is wrong with some young people today,
today is a day to remember what happened,
and what others did for us, this country,
when they had their own lives to live.

Many gave up chances to be husbands, fathers, and grandfathers,
they gave up their normal lives when they went to war,
and when they came back from war,
they didn't come back whole.

Just for anyone who truly cares about our Veterans,
please at anytime you see someone who served,
show them your appreciation and say,
"Thank you."
Regardless of your views on war. Veterans do deserve our thanks and our respect, because they did what some of us are most afraid of. They did it, and some lived, and some died. Their sacrifice for us to be free, is what makes them deserve the utmost respect from all.
514 · May 2019
Not My Cup of Tea
Tatiana May 2019
-------------------------------------------------------
         ­          I
                    feel
                        so
                         woozy
                            uneasy
                            my mind
                        is feeling
                   queasy
                 and
                   nothing
                       that I do
                           seems to
                      make this
                    go away
       not even just a cup of tea
   can keep these dreadful shivers
  at bay and I am left wondering if I will
  ever feel okay. Am I going to         turn
    out to be something great? Or will I
          stumble into oblivion
and no one will remember my name.

-------------------------------------------------------
©Tatiana
I guess I'm going to have to make another cup of tea and see if I like that one.
514 · May 2018
Drafts
Tatiana May 2018
I have over a hundred
that fill me with an odd sort of dread
What if people were to read
my barely cohesive thoughts?
What an absolute nightmare that would be.

What on earth is the rhyme scheme?
Is there even one at all?
I gotta hand it to me
that was an odd sort of free verse poetry.

There are some that are just titled
and no words written beneath them.
What was I thinking with that topic?
Nothing, apparently.

Save it as a draft
and never go back

That's my motto.

Save it as a draft
and never go back.
© Tatiana
Listen, I'm not even sure what I'm writing anymore.
514 · May 2020
I'm a Good Student
Tatiana May 2020
I'm a good student and that's about it. I get good grades; I am a good kid. I'm smart and people say I'm going places. But I'm going nowhere, I'm trapped by expectations. I've made decisions based on safety, and not on who I want to be. Because I'm a student, I listen to authority. I trick myself into thinking I'm free and I get to decide my future. But I'm living on regimented time, saved and controlled by bells and teachers. I'm a good student, but I'm not good at life and my ambition has been dead for a long time. I'm just a student who knows how to pass. I'm a good student but I'm not made to last.
©Tatiana
Do you ever go through your drafts and find something you wrote in high school? Yeah, I'm feeling real bad for past Tatiana right now.
I was going to edit this into a more typical poem format but the paragraph style of it reminds me of writing short answers in tests which I did a lot of when I was a student. So I'm keeping it that way.
505 · May 2013
Little Soldier
Tatiana May 2013
Little Soldier
open up your eyes
see the bright light
welcome you to life.

Little Soldier
come back home
you will always be loved
when you're with us.

Little Soldier
please don't cry
yes you are young
far too young to die.

Little Soldier
there is no need to cry
we will always walk with you
in the afterlife.
505 · Feb 2013
A Point In The Sky
Tatiana Feb 2013
Walk this way,
and sit down,
rest a little bit.
Have no fear,
you were meant to come here,
and listen to what I have
to say.
Just relax,
you're feeling will pass,
and darkness doesn't stay.
You're life is dear,
so keep it near,
always in reach,
when you lose your way.
Have some faith,
and you will last till the end,
through the troubles,
you'll encounter.
Hold your hope,
and keep it strong,
don't let yourself,
fall behind,
into the darkness,
that is your mind.
There is one way out,
of this depressing shadow,
and that I want you,
to know.
Just keep your head high,
and don't give up,
you laugh at me now,
saying your sadness
is profound,
but one day,
you will rise,
to a point in the sky,
where you will realize,
that I was right,
and that's when you have already,
moved on.
504 · Jan 2014
I Dare You To Move
Tatiana Jan 2014
The music has started,
I dare you to move.
The lights flash and spin.
your mind has hit a wall now,
hasn't it?

I saw you walk into the room,
and I swore I knew you.
You're frozen looking at me.
It was me in the mirror, not you,
my mind is spiraling with the lights.

I'm stuck in this mirrored room with my reflection.
Then you moved.
...
*But I didn't
A new poem series called "I Dare You To..."
504 · Nov 2012
What Is Left Behind
Tatiana Nov 2012
Myself unseen, I see in white defined
different shapes. Forming into real things.
A car goes by,
and then another.
Something moves across the street,
it hesitates, then goes.
"Too late!" I yell.
"You're too late!"
A crash, a scream.
I'm frozen.
A sickening thud
as the car speeds away.
Leaving the body on the ground,
to bleed its life away.
The first line of this poem was taken from my favorite poet. It was from "The Vantage Point" by Robert Frost.
503 · May 2018
Heroin
Tatiana May 2018
I see you've made another enemy,
but this time it is different.
Isn't it?
You're battling for relevancy.
Maybe this time they'll stick around
They'll be the needle that you need.
The drug for your veins' vanity,
addicted to each other's greed.
You crave each other's attention,
wanting that toxicity,
that makes you so well-known.
The drama for your soul.
Because peace can't exist without war,
so keep chasing them you fame *****.
Making your own enemies!
Fighting battles in the streets!
© Tatiana
Eyyy part 2
503 · Aug 2014
The Day You Lost Your Mind
Tatiana Aug 2014
It was a good day.
It was a happy day.

The sun was shining
and the sky was so blue.
There just wasn't a cloud to be seen.
You walked in a beautiful park,
where there was this giant tree,
that stood tall
and proud
in the center of the park.
It's foliage was a deep green color,
and a slight breeze made the leaves quiver,
seeming to dance with excitement.
For summer was here once more.

It was a great day.
It was an interesting day.

You walked right up to the tree,
you stared at it.
You remember when this tree was planted.
How long ago could that have been?
You could hardly remember.
But it was beautiful now,
grown up and in it's prime,
like someone you know.
Someone who deserved to be here too.
But where were they?
And you wonder where your memory has gone.

It was a lovely day.
It was a ruined day.

Summer time many years ago,
you were there
and so was she.
How much have you forgotten
about the thing that ripped you up inside,
piece by piece.
Until you were nothing but a quilt,
torn apart at the seams.
You had to sit down now.
As the memories flowed back to you,
growing steadily stronger
like the wind blowing the leaves.

It was a windy day.
It was a tortured day.

The wind seemed to pick up,
leaves were falling off the tree,
spiraling downwards
to join you in your sudden misery.
You were crying now,
but why?
Where is your mind now?
It's as lost as she is,
as lost as she was.
You know you won't get your mind back,
just like how she will never return,
won't come back to this world.

It was a rainy day.
It was a terrifying day.

She was never returning to you,
six feet under,
not coming back up.
What took her away?
Do you remember?
Of course you remember,
it's something you won't ever forget.
The branches above you shifted and snapped,
the wind made them sway,
just like she did,
when she last visited
this tree.

It was a cold day.
It was a miserable day.

You remembered why you never come here anymore.
Too many memories consume you.
It was a summer day as you remember,
and she told you to meet by the tree,
the tree you planted when you both were young.
It was now a beautiful tree,
full of life and green leaves.
You remember seeing her figure
gently swaying in the breeze.
Except she shouldn't have been swaying,
the wind wasn't that strong,
and you prayed to God that this wasn't real.

It was a beautiful day.
It was a traumatic day.

It was the early morning,
the sun was rising,
her figure was glowing around the edges.
It would have been a beautiful sight,
you could have pretended she was dancing,
as she swayed with the gentle breeze.
She had to be dancing,
she always seemed to never touch the ground anyways.
Why walk in reality
when she could float above the ground.
But her feet were floating indefinitely,
and you had to cut her down.

and all that she left behind was a note.

It was a good day
It was a happy day
It was a great day
It was an interesting day
It was a lovely day
It was a ruined day
It was a windy day
It was a tortured day
It was a rainy day
It was a terrifying day
It was a cold day
It was a miserable day
It was a beautiful day
It was a traumatic day
It was the day I lost my mind
...
It was the day you lost your mind too.
Tatiana Feb 2021
She looks unwell.

Bruises under her eyes
purple with no sleep.
I doubt she rests now.

She is getting worse.

You see her eyes moving
beneath their lids.
The panic settles in.

She is dying.

She shouldn't have gone on
that walk in the rain.
It was cold, so cold.

She is cold.

And pale like light
from a waning moon;
a crescent frown.

She is dead.

No breath stirs her chest.
Place your hands beneath
her stiffening body.

Light as a feather
Stiff as a board
Light as a feather
Stiff as a board
Light as a feather
Stiff as a board


Lift on the count of three
So her spirit will be free.
©Tatiana

remember that game you used to play as children? Yeah, *** was that about?
503 · May 2016
Car
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.
502 · Jul 2015
Why?
Tatiana Jul 2015
You told me over and over again
that I ask too many **** questions.
But how will I ever find out the truth
if I don't ask you anything.
You get angry with me
saying that everything isn't always black
and white
that I never understand you.
But you never let me in.
And when the truth came out
I couldn't help but ask why,
since the communication we had
was severed long ago
from the moment I asked you:
Why are you hiding?
Why are you lying?
Why are you....
Why....
Why?
That's the end of my question series! I hope you enjoyed it!
502 · Feb 2013
Deep Thinking
Tatiana Feb 2013
Some of my deepest thinking
is done at night,
where I fall,
to the resources of my mind,
thinking things
over,
through,
think, think, think,
that's all I do.
I plan
but I don't act,
I act on impulse,
when needed,
otherwise I think,
and I plan,
in silence.
No noise but the sound of
marker on paper,
a dim dream,
I can't quite remember,
so I think.
I wrote this on June 24, 2012
And it directly relates to what I am doing, and how I am feeling at this exact moment.
500 · May 2019
I Just Love Differently
Tatiana May 2019
I don't yearn for touch the way others do
I don't desire to kiss people i'm interested in
I don't feel it's necessary for the foundation
of any of my relationships
But
I do yearn for love and affection
I do desire to dance with people i'm interested in
I do feel it's necessary for the foundation
of any of my relationships
to understand that I do love

I just love differently
©Tatiana

Every day i'm learning more about myself than I knew before. I remember reading a comment on a poem I wrote a while back where they said something along the lines of "we all feel love in different ways," and that's true. What works for others, may not work for me and that's okay.
499 · Dec 2019
Sitting On My Wings
Tatiana Dec 2019
I'm sitting on my wings
and wondering why I can't fly.
Is there a doctor I can speak to
that'll diagnose my desire to die?

Do you know what it's like
to make believe all the time?
Do you know what it's like
to be stuck between death and flight?

I look up to the sky so blue
and see birds flying like I'm supposed to.
What am I doing wrong?
I raise my arms up, always reaching

for a helping hand
yet they slap it with glee.
I'm not here to cheer though I'm
proud can someone give me a boost.

I think I've got my
wings free.
I'll flap them to this
frantic beat.


Where did everyone go?
I'm not sure I know.
The rest of them flew here.
How am I alone again?
Grounded in the air.

I'm sitting on my wings
they're pins and needles not downy feathers.
They push into every single nerve
each time I try to fly.

Do you know what it's like
to make believe all the time?
Do you know what it's like
to be stuck between death and flight?
©Tatiana

Here's a song about self-sabotage and depression
495 · Jan 2015
Secret
Tatiana Jan 2015
Keeping a horrifying secret
is like making sure the most dangerous prisoner
is on lock down,
and does not escape.

You are hyper aware of this secret,
it makes you hot and you sweat
and squirm,
but yet you're cold as well.

You have been holding this secret for so long
that you no longer worry about letting it slip,
but then you do,
and the other person always catches on.

And they don't know how to react,
but they try to be your friend and help you,
but it only makes it worse
and you can't be angry with them because they are trying.

Words are so much more difficult to use now,
because the secret is choking you,
and now it's choking someone else too
and it's all your fault.

Stop speaking,
no more words,
do not respond,
just become a shell of your former self.

Go back to being normal
when the secret fades from their memory,
and put the prisoner
back where it belongs.

Deep in the cell of the brutal prison
that is your mind.
Keep watch on that prisoner
and do not let it out.
I think we all may have some secrets that are very deep and personal that we want to share, but probably won't ever share.
494 · Dec 2012
Inevitable End
Tatiana Dec 2012
Buried in piles of debris,
is a destroyed city,
that has never been seen,
by the public eye.

A man stands alone,
with his shovel in hand,
prepared to unearth,
the secrets beneath,
that claimed this city's end.

Look at this,
a dead city beneath his small feet,
it stretches out for miles,
it never seems to end,
but somehow it did.

Its no longer living,
the city is dead,
and his thirst for knowledge,
is not that far behind,
following the city's path,
to its inevitable end.
491 · Jul 2013
Grey
Tatiana Jul 2013
My mother came to me today
And asked why my favorite color is grey.

I said to her, it's not my favorite color
It just seems to suit me like no other.

She thought I just meant how it looked
But it has to do with how I am hooked.

Hooked on this feeling
Thats a mix between everything.

I don't believe it's all black and white
Grey seems to be the area I am stuck in tight.

I was a master at keeping my feelings at bay
Was is the key word today.

Now I am showing too much too soon
Is a year of hiding finaly making me swoon.

Well isn't this world so dull and bleak
I can't seem to find what it is I seek.

How much longer can I hide the way
That everything I see is grey.
Tatiana Jan 2015
This is going to be a tricky one.
I am a proud individual
who does not like to admit certain... weaknesses.
But since I am sure you all won't judge me
I think I can do this.
Right, okay.

I have a fear of the dark.
(Pause for laughter.)
I am so ashamed of that one.
I have these little purple lights that are around my bed
so I never have to sleep in the dark.
But, for some reason,
I am not afraid of the dark when i'm in the woods.
I think that's quite strange.
But when i'm in my room
and it's dark,
I am terrified.

I have a fear of being alone.
I absolutely do not like it when I am home alone
for more than a couple of hours.
It's unnerving.
I just sit on my couch worried out of my mind.
My brain goes into over drive
and somewhere in the course of three hours
I have convinced myself that,
my parents died in a car accident,
that my niece and nephews were kidnapped,
that my brother got critically injured from his game
that my sister got killed in a school shooting
and that my other sister is too far away
and I don't know what happened to her.
It's unnecessarily stressful
and I just assume that I will be all alone.

I have a fear of the future.
Or maybe this one is more of the 'unknown'
It doesn't excite me when I don't know anything,
it scares me.

I have a fear of dark, empty streets.
Why? Because anything can happen there,
absolutely anything.

I have a fear of the supernatural.
(Which I firmly believe in).
That's pretty self explanatory,
and the reason as to why I don't watch horror movies.
...
I'm going to stop there.
Well, actually, I have one more that I am overcoming...

I have a fear of heights.
Now physically, I can climb almost anything
and I will be okay.
But figuratively...

Why do I set lofty goals
when I am still afraid of heights?

*To be continued...
This was a long one. Heights was my biggest fear, but now i'm pretty sure it's loneliness, as to the fact that I am lonely where I live.
487 · May 2015
Around
Tatiana May 2015
I'll be around
hanging upside down
and maybe i'll frown
for I heard a sound
that made my head pound
and i'll fall to the ground
weak grip making me drown
or losing the hound
in this forsaken town
and I know I feel bound
from speaking to the crown
but don't worry I'll hang around
don't worry I'll hang around.
still alive and kicking :)
486 · Jun 2019
PEACE
Tatiana Jun 2019
Perhaps endings are carefully erased.
©Tatiana
Will we ever know what truly happened?
486 · Feb 2016
Wishful Dancing
Tatiana Feb 2016
Sweating so much and gasping for breath
I need to express the words I have left
and nothing can explain
how I feel in the rain
that washes my face
when I feel out of place
and help is a hand of a sojourner
who knows what it means to be a mourner
Time and time again
I learn what it means to end
I wish I could dance to express my view
but dancing is entirely new
and I feel that it us too late to start
but its okay because art is art
With an outstretched hand I reach
for a partner that would be willing to teach
until that day I'll dance in the rain
it's the only thing to wash away the pain
So can my feet move tonight
with loving care toward the light
483 · Dec 2020
I Wander Through the Woods
Tatiana Dec 2020
I wander through the woods
on a brisk Autumn evening.
Leaves growing crisp with frost
beneath my heavy boots
and light fading faster than
heat escaping from my head.

I stop.

Only the pines boast any greenery.
The rest of the trees' leaves create
a path that I've yet to disturb
with my trudging trail.
I shove knit-covered hands into my pockets
and release a foggy breath in still air.

I wait.

A slight rustle in pine needles is my clue.
I'll stay until my cheeks redden from the chill
and the sky releases snow as pale as my bones.
I'll wait for when leaves are crushed
yet I'm still as stone.
I'll leave now that I know

I'm not alone.
©Tatiana

Autumn walks and Winter nearing.
482 · Jan 2015
The Things I Tell Myself
Tatiana Jan 2015
Everything is okay, you're fine.
Those are only just shadows.
That noise was just the wind,
or was it the trees
or maybe it's a person,
...who is that person,
what if something bad happens.
Shut up!
I'm trying to sleep.
No, you have to be prepared.
Prepared for what.
Anything that could possibly happen,
well I guess i'm not sleeping then.
Not until you've checked all the doors and the windows
okay
twice
twice?
Don't forget the basement door
okay!
Oh it's so dark and creepy down there
okay.
But you have to make sure the door isn't unlocked... What was that?
What was what?
The light switch isn't working, it's like a horror movie,
...no it's not
No it's true, the girl cant turn on the lights but she goes down the stairs anyways,
stop.
Then she makes it to the bottom but she keeps hearing these noises
okay, that's enough.
Don't go by the laundry room, there is definitely someone there.
But that's where I have to go!
Go. Don't go. Go. Don't go.
I'm going, nothing is there, i'm fine.
Don't go, DON'T GO, DON'T GO!
OH MY GOD I'M SO SCARED.
...
...
Oh, there was nothing there, oh well, you can go back to sleep now.
...Thanks.
Making light of a sleepless night
481 · Mar 2015
Works in Progress
Tatiana Mar 2015
Hear all the voices that won't let me leave
whether or not they are real or perceived
to be in my own head suffocating
my heart is heavy, thorns stab where I breathe

My sorrow is just like another day
I now feel pain that surrounds where I lay
my veins ache as blood pounds inside my skin
but with friends I can take the pain okay

My mother tried to help prevent my fall
she told me that I couldn't save them all
I guess that also means myself as well
for I one day will hit the ground and crawl

But how depressing am I to say this
It won't be fixed with a handshake or kiss
but with the determination to live
that is something I had that I do miss

Maybe my mother was right all this time
that I can't save them all with this small rhyme
but I could most definitely try to
reach out so others and myself can climb

I'm a cycle of happiness and pain
I think I can see through the pouring rain
Look! There is shelter not too far ahead
There is the place which will help me stay sane

Now that I realize that we all regress
into our shells when we are in distress
but we can always come back out and try again
because all of us are works in progress
A little glimmer of hope... as little as it is, it's still hope... Well, I hope it is.
480 · Jun 2019
I Thought of Flowers
Tatiana Jun 2019
I thought of flowers today when I heard your name
and wondered if I should pick one so you remain
in my head for longer than a beat
of a hummingbird's wings in summer's heat
but I can't allow for the great leap
of my heart to my head
I think I'll go back to bed.
©Tatiana
How are we doing today?
479 · Dec 2019
Record Player
Tatiana Dec 2019
I can feel your voice
like grooves in a record
knowing the sounds that come out
will send me spinning
along with the music
©Tatiana
476 · Mar 2021
Temporary
Tatiana Mar 2021
I am a temporary tattoo on the skin of our earth,
ink washed away with soap and warm water,
a joy, an indulgence, but not a need.
I am not a need

I am one word written on an etch'n'sketch
and silent again when I'm shaken.
It was simply a "Hello," unwanted.
I am not wanted.

I am a smiley face drawn in condensation
on glass car windows as my mother drives me home.
It fogs up again, erasing my grin,
I am erased.
©Tatiana
Just feeling temporary today
Tatiana Jul 2020
“Haven’t you heard the cottage in the clearing-”
“-upon the mountain?”
“-yes it belongs to a demon.”

And I gripped my angel’s arm to keep them from interfering
with the two mothers' conversation.

“My kids tried to enter it one day
they thought it was abandoned; figured it’d be okay.
But it wasn’t empty! The home came alive!
With shifting shadows that let sinister creatures thrive!
It hissed like a serpent preparing to strike
but its shadow was not unlike
a human in form, tall and thin
with claw-like fingers, a pointy-toothed grin,
and slitted eyes that glowed amber in the dark-”
“I’m glad my children know to only play in the park.
No demons to be found on a swingset
Or buried in the sands to upset
children wanting to explore-”
I interject, “Isn’t this just some old folklore?
A tale told to tiny children to make
them more obedient… or perhaps to fear the snake?”

“What are you doing?” My angel asked
But I did not reply.

“Oh I am sure that my kids exaggerated a bit.
Childish imaginations are like a wicked kit
to build extraordinary nightmares from shadows.
A frightened animal becomes a monster which addles
their minds, tells them not to stray.
But it is an 'evil home' they say."

“That is absurd! It’s just an old cottage!”
My angel was incensed.

“And no child should be digging through its remains,
no matter what secrets it contains.
So if there is a demon, I do not care,
As long as it stays there.”
“And besides, a storm is coming, haven’t you heard?
If the cottage survives its assault, that would be absurd!
Leave that evil thing to rot in the weather-”
“Yes, that’d be a splendid thing! I’d tether
my hope to it like a boat to its dock
and wait out the storm. I'd wait out the clock
to see horrors end their own existence.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “Good riddance!”

And the mothers walked on, angel pulled my arm
turning me to their pinched face.
“Why do you speak such a way?”
“It got them to leave me be.”
“You could’ve said, ‘I live there and I’m no demon.’”
“That would never work.
I’d rather feed into their fears and keep them away
than gave them a single face to openly hate.”
“You’re absurd!” My angel declared
and then grabbed the collar of my coat,
turning it up to protect me from the sting
of the oncoming wind
And perhaps also from the maelstrom
they feared untied boats would be caught in.
Protect me from the frightened visions of children
completing a dare.
And keep me safe from their mothers
who speak about me without knowing I'm there.
And keep me safe from myself
when I speak of why I should not receive care.
©Tatiana
I used rhyming here to indicate who is on the same page and who isn't. In this case, the two mothers and the "demon" are all of the same thought that the cottage in the clearing belongs to something evil and terrible. The point of view the poem is in, is this "demon" and the "angel" is the only one not in agreement with this idea at all. So that last stanza does not have a set rhyme scheme because it is conversation between our "demon" and "angel" who are not on the same page or of the same opinion as the "demon" and the mothers. And that is all I'm gonna explain about this. I'm trying to pay more attention to how I write poems and see if that can benefit whatever I'm trying to say.
So let me know what you all think.
474 · Jan 2013
I Did It
Tatiana Jan 2013
I made my decision,
after much, much planning,
and the opportunity came,
to stand up,
for what I know is true.
What is true is,
were not friends,
she did too much to hurt me,
and I had enough of it
a long time ago.
But,
I didn't make a move.
however I showed her,
that I didn't want to be friends,
and today,
today I hope I put an end to it.
She was sticking her nose,
in where it didn't belong,
and I told her so,
she had the audacity to say,
that she cares about her friends,
and she starts walking down the hallway,
and I get up and yell,
"If we were friends,
you would have never treated me like you did!"
and I stormed away.
I came back later,
to see my friends all ready to support me,
and trying to comfort me,
none of them went with her,
to go comfort her.
I guess I was worried,
because I didn't know,
what my friends would do,
and now I know I have true friends,
who would always stand up for me,
because with them,
there are no secrets.
And with her,
she doesn't share anything with us,
and her secrets,
her untrustworthiness,
make her uncredible,
and also,
i've known all my friends,
for years,
and she's only known us,
for one year.
But today,
I did it,
I finally decided to take the risk,
and fight back,
and now my stress just evaporated,
off my shoulders.
I'm not going to force
her away from her friends,
within our group,
because that would be mean,
and it's not my right to do that.
I don't wish her any harm,
all I wish is that she doesn't talk to me,
and just stays out of my business,
If I wanted her to be involved,
I would have told her.
But the thing is I don't,
I don't want to be friends,
because i've already tried that,
and she just pushed me away.
She pushed me away,
and now i'm doing that to her.
But I did it,
I finally did,
what I said I would,
and that made me,
happy.
Right now I just feel so empowered because I fought back, I wasn't about to get walked on without doing anything about it.
473 · Feb 2015
This is the End
Tatiana Feb 2015
Whispers are like voices being carried on the wind.
They dance just out of range
and your ear can't quite catch it.
You probably should have tried harder to listen.

Shouts are like cannons exploding the enemies ranks.
They are always heard
and your body feels the blast.
You probably should have tried harder to run away.

Little taps are like needles.
They dig gently into your fingertips
and you can barely feel them.
You probably should have tried to feel something for once.

Smacks are like gunshots.
They rip through your flesh leaving their mark
and your skin stings from the contact.
You probably should have tried to avoid them.

Light is like peace and purity.
It places hope in your heart
and your mind can understand that.
You probably should have tried to hang on to that.

Darkness is like a deep, black ocean.
It suffocates you, the pressure is intense
and your lungs feel like they're drowning.
You probably should have tried to swim.

The end is just like the beginning.
It always happens so quickly
and your body is not quite prepared for it.
You probably should have recognized that this is the end.
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