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Sep 2022 · 465
The Crime
Masha Yurkevich Sep 2022
I saw it, I saw it all.

I should have just ran, ran right after I saw it. Then I wouldn’t be in this mess now, wouldn’t have to run forever.
I saw him raise his hand, I saw him creep up to his prey.

I saw him study the situation, saw him remove his weapon.

I saw how concentrated he was, how his eyes narrowed like a cats’, how his muscles tensed as he slowly crept forward.
I saw it all, saw how he couldn’t stop after the first one; how ready he was to finish the job.
How ready he was to complete what he had come here for, once and for all.
He didn’t leave until he wrapped each and every one of them tightly, his breath quickening as he realizes what he has done.
His fingers work slowly, as if frozen and stiff, not in sync with what his brain wants them to do.
He looks around his surroundings, searching to see if anyone has seen what he has done.

And then he spots me.

His eyes burn into my flesh and I know that my end has come.
He picks up his weapon and makes his way towards me, me who is as firmly planted as a tree, me who cannot move despite all my hardest efforts.
And just as I shut my eyes and prepare myself for the blow, my knees give way and my legs start moving. But I know that I have no where to go, no where to run.
He will find me, he will search me out among all the living and dead. He will make sure that not one living being has seen what he has done.
His weapon makes contact with my flesh; I hold back a scream.
The pool noodle hit me straight in the face, slapping my cheek like an infant, and I know the fight is on.

The candy jar stands empty on the counter.

My brother just ate all the candy from the candy jar.
Enjoy :)
Apr 2022 · 1.5k
Open Wounds
Masha Yurkevich Apr 2022

I'd rather you use bombs and knives,
I'd rather you use guns and swords.
I'd rather that we would have fights;
that you'd leave me with open sores.

I'd rather you find a different weapon,
a different tool to use on me.
I wish you'd make me feel a pain;
I wish you'd leave me weak and ******.

Yet the sharpest tool is what you use;
you leave me dead inside.
I wish you'd tear my heart out;
I wish I would have died.

You open your mouth and the weapons spill out,
you're armed with words that you scream and shout.
The pain is unbearable, the torture indescribable.
I know there's no point in putting up a struggle.

You **** me, one by one,
your words an open ****.
They slice me up in pieces,
making me feel like trash.

All I can be is silent;
I know that is the best.
I try to block them out,
but they're already in my chest.

Your words are killing me;
a slow, antagonizing death.
Each word you say cuts me,
each wound raw and fresh.

I wish you'd let me be,
I wish you'd leave it unsaid.
I guess you just can't see
you can't bring someone back from the dead.


Only God can do that...
Mar 2022 · 187
Losing
Masha Yurkevich Mar 2022
I'm losing...

Losing things to remember about you....
Losing things to talk to you about....
Losing things to smile at with you...
Losing things to laugh at with you...
Losing memories about you...
Losing hope when I'm around you...
Losing hope in us when I'm around you...

I'm losing you...
Mar 2022 · 127
No Comment
Masha Yurkevich Mar 2022
It was another ordinary day. I woke up at my usual hour, looked around to find everything just as it was the previous day. I took this as a good sign; I don’t like change. I was a bit cold, but that was probably because the sun’s rays haven’t reached me through the window just yet. I had no other reason to be cold, my life was perfect. Despite my just waking up, I felt slightly tired. All that talk from them kept me up, not letting me drift off into my dreams. They were talking quietly, their faces scrunching up with every word. I couldn’t pick out the words the way I used; I think I’m getting old. But their tone sounded different than it usually does. The carless and cheerful spirit was worrisome and troubled.

I started to ponder over yesterday’s strange mood but was brought back to reality when she came around the corner. Ready for my breakfast, lady. She walks to me, looks at me and smiles that straight white tooth smile as she gives me my meal. I gobble it up with joy; everything seems back to normal. He comes around the corner and greets her with his usual kiss before grabbing his coat and heading out the door. She leaves only moments later. The sun touches me, warming me even more. I feel good. Everything is good; I feel so alive.

But it doesn’t take long for my tower of happiness to topple down. Shortly after leaving, they both return. I am confused; this is different. The look on their faces only adds to my confusion. They look bewildered and worried, rushing to close all the windows and doors. Their voices are soft whispers, their movements quick and quiet. They close the curtains, shut off the lights and within the four walls for the rest of the day. Everything feels strange. It is quiet, the sun is not shining, the voices are not laughing and the atmosphere feels eerie. I put my strange feelings aside and drift into my sweet dreams, relieved by the fact that tomorrow will be just another normal day.

But today is different. It is not normal. They are silent; any words exchanged are whispered closely. The curtains remain shut with not a single morning ray of light to enter. Everything is quiet. The little ones below us don’t holler or cry. Those above us don’t vacuum or shower. The only noise is something I have never heard before, something from outside the walls. It rumbles and roars, certainly something that doesn’t sound natural. When this noise comes, I do not need to pick out words from them to see what is going on. I can tell it by their faces; the terror in their eyes is enlarged by the glass. They look at me, me in my safe little place. A place where I feel content with the most basic nutrition and observing the world around me, the world that now seems to be falling apart.

I was certainly not awaiting the next. A boom, a roar, a rumble, the loudest one yet, escapes from the monster outside. But I could have lived through a loud noise, I could have gotten over it. It was what came after that ended me(took the breath out of my mouth). Through my warm morning sunshine window, a strange object enters uninvited. If it would have had a face, its eyes would have been peering, its mouth a smirk, its nose scrunched up. It gives no warning as it explodes in our four walls, sending shards of its body flying everywhere. They scream, running for cover, like tourists from rain. The gaping hole that once used to be my warm window is a wound, showing me what is going on beyond the four walls. It is brutal; I don’t want to talk about it. The second explosion catches me off guard once more. It’s harder than the first, turning my nightmare into a reality. But among all the noise and uproar, I hear the worse sound yet…

My fishbowl cracks.
Nov 2020 · 1.7k
Roses
Masha Yurkevich Nov 2020

They were so perfect and bright
when I got them that night.
                      Their beauty amazed me;
                       they were such a sight.
He placed them in my hand
and we smelled them together.
                        "Like these roses," he said, "we will last forever."
As time went on,
they roses began to fade.
                         Their beautiful red, pink and white
                         became a lonely grey.
Their rich, full form slowly began
to dwindle.
                           Their large, open petals
                           soon began to shrivel.
They dried up slowly
and one by one they fell,
                            leaving their beauty just a story to tell.
But what about us?
What will we leave behind?

                             Stories about roses that have
                                     dried up and died?


The roses are fading...
Nov 2020 · 1.6k
Love
Masha Yurkevich Nov 2020


Roses
will die

Chocolates
will melt

But I'll never forget
the feeling that
I felt


Nov 2020 · 651
Silent
Masha Yurkevich Nov 2020

Your eyes say it all

You don't need to speak

They say every word

Their meaning so deep

So cold as ice

Yet they glow with fire

They show determination

And desire

Your eyes yell and shout

Speak so loud

They are so vibrant  

Yet you are silent.


Silent yet powerful
Nov 2020 · 742
Nightmare
Masha Yurkevich Nov 2020

I'm twisting, turning,
sweating, burning.
What's in my mind is so disturbing.
The world is falling,
piece
by
piece.
People are mad like angry beasts.
I open my eyes but the remain closed,
showing me this world that is
out of control.
I pry my eyes but the refuse,
exposing this world of issues.
I don't want to see this;
its far too ugly.
People are mad, everything is ******.
I want to wake up from this nightmare;
where is the other world, where?
But I don't wake up, not now, not ever.
This is the nightmare we are
living together.


May 2020 · 258
Weird Mom
Masha Yurkevich May 2020


Having a

weird mom

builds character.


May 2020 · 204
Feelin' Good
Masha Yurkevich May 2020


My hopes are up,
my dreams are high.

I feel so good
I think I can fly!



I just feel so good, and for no reason! :)
May 2020 · 216
Growing Old
Masha Yurkevich May 2020


If you're
afraid
of growing old,

just remember,

some people never
had
the chance to
grow old.




I decided to go for something a little more serious today...
Apr 2020 · 144
Someday
Masha Yurkevich Apr 2020


Someday



is not a day of the week.


It's now or never.


Apr 2020 · 136
100%
Masha Yurkevich Apr 2020

Always give

100%





unless you're donating blood.



:)
Mar 2020 · 6.5k
COVID19…
Masha Yurkevich Mar 2020


Stuck at home with nothing to do?
Technology is where we go to.

With this new virus keeping us inside,
technology is where we spend our time.

We all sit at home
using our computers and our phones

Our days have suddenly gotten longer
so we see what technology has to offer.

The comfort and luxury of the world today
we have more than we did on any other day.

No old-fashioned letters or telephone calls,
today technology does it all.

Latest gadgets and gizmos we have access to
that make our days easier to get through.

Separate fact from fiction,
or look up a definition

Technology has got you covered
better than you’ve ever wondered.

Just press a button and watch it happen
technology better that you can imagine.

Like a genie in a bottle that will grant you three wishes,
technology, on the other hand, does not have a limit.

Ask what you want and you’ll get a reply
with a clear answer of how and why.

But while we are all at home waiting for this to move,
remember that there is one thing you can always do.

Take some twenty seconds and give your hands a thorough clean
with warm water and soap to stop the spread of COVID19.


WASH THOSE HANDS
Mar 2020 · 6.8k
Technology
Masha Yurkevich Mar 2020


The comfort and luxury of the world today
we have more than we did on any other day.

No old-fashioned letters or telephone calls,
today technology does it all.

Latest gadgets and gizmos we have access to
that make our days easier to get through.

Separate fact from fiction,
or look up a definition

Technology has got you covered
better than you’ve ever wondered.

Just press a button and watch it happen
technology better that you can imagine.

Like a genie in a bottle that will give you three wishes,
technology, on the other hand, does not have a limit.

Ask what you want you’ll get a reply
with a clear answer of how and why.

Technology will keep on getting better
but it’s a good idea to keep in mind that
old-fashioned letter.


Nothing beats a hand-written letter to a special someone.

:)
Mar 2020 · 505
Reality
Masha Yurkevich Mar 2020

You never know what reality
is

...

until reality
hits.


Thanks, COVID19.
Mar 2020 · 201
Near
Masha Yurkevich Mar 2020

I know
you might
be far
away

but for me
you are always
near.



No matter
the distance
no matter
the time

for me you
are always
right here.



Right here in my heart...
Mar 2020 · 237
Rock Bottom
Masha Yurkevich Mar 2020

Sometimes

you have to lose everything

and

everyone

and hit the rock bottom

to realize what you've done.


But hopefully we'll find out before we get that far.
Feb 2020 · 281
Bruised Bananas
Masha Yurkevich Feb 2020

Isn't it
strange how
bananas are sweeter
where they're bruised?

Why don't we take that as an
example, and be kind
even to those
who bruise
us.



Feb 2020 · 863
Fun Fact
Masha Yurkevich Feb 2020

For every
minute
you are angry,

you lose
60 seconds
of happiness.


Feb 2020 · 789
Way Out
Masha Yurkevich Feb 2020


When you think
life
will leave you
hanging

when you think
there
is no more
hope.

Remember
she
is right there waiting.

Always ready
to hit the road.

Her headlights
call you,
the engine
roars.

Just press the
accelerator
and she'll show you
more.

She'll take your worries
far away
and nothing else will
matter.

As long as the arrow on the speedometer
rises
as long as you go
faster.



The beautiful BMW.

She will never let you down

...

as long as you pay for gas

:)
Feb 2020 · 550
Deprived
Masha Yurkevich Feb 2020

When I am deprived of your smile,
I lose mine too.

When I don't see your eyes,
I lose my sight.

When I don't hear your laugh,
I lose my hearing.

When I don't feel your touch,
my blood stops flowing.

Don't you understand,
without you,
I simply can't?

My life becomes a
lifeless place,

there is no difference between
minutes or days.

I cannot function
when I am deprived

of the only thing
that made me
thrive.


Very lovesick
Feb 2020 · 791
Fertilizer
Masha Yurkevich Feb 2020

Sometimes,
life makes you into a
tiny seed
and throws you into a
pile of ****.

But do not be fooled.

And do not be brought down.

With the right thoughts
and the right actions,

that pile of **** can become

fertilizer

and help you grow even stronger
than before.


Jan 2020 · 174
Untitled
Masha Yurkevich Jan 2020

Whatever you are,
be a good one.

Jan 2020 · 281
Cars
Masha Yurkevich Jan 2020


If you can park it

and not turn around
to look at it
as you walk away...




you haven't bought the right car.


I have nothing to say...
Jan 2020 · 157
False
Masha Yurkevich Jan 2020


Fake smile.

White teeth.

One goal:
just breathe.

Heart and soul

make them hide.

Lock your feelings

deep inside.

Don't let anybody know

the storm that's ripping through your soul.

Don't let anybody see

the hurricane that's deep within.


...


Fake smile.

White teeth.

New goal:

be real.


Be real. There is no good in hiding who you really are deep inside.
Jan 2020 · 272
Love Saves Lives
Masha Yurkevich Jan 2020

In a city,
not too distant,
stood a building that
had been abandoned.

The place where boys
would run and play,
a place that youngsters
called a hideaway.

But early one day,
something great happened there.
A mother cat made that
place her lair.

The children could not have
been more happy when,
the mother cat gave birth
to five little kittens.

And everyday the
same would repeat:
the kids would come running back
with a small bit of meat.

But then one day
a diaster struck.
And all the kids ran fast,
little feet kicking up dust.

The building was in a cloud
of thick black smoke,
as second by second the
flames arose.

The crowd watched in awe
as the fire grew wings,
and no one said a word until:
"The kittens!"

A young boy lunged
for the door,
but his parents stopped him,
not letting him go any further.

The children clung to their mothers
and began to weep,
all until they all heard a
quiet squeak.

Beneath the door was a little crack,
and out of it came
something fuzzy and black.

"The mother cat!"
The children exclaimed.
And in its mouth she held
one of the little kittens she saved.

Little tear-streaked faces
ran up to the cat,
gently taking the little
kitten that it had.

And into the flaming building
she went again,
to save the other four that
were calling for help.

Seconds later she emerged,
carrying one more,
similar to the other one
that she had before.

In she dove once more,
as the flames licked the building,
determined to save each and every one
of her precious little kittens.

After some time
she again appeared.
Then dropped the kitten
and again disappeared.

And no one saw her
for quite a while.
Thinking that perhaps,
she had perished in the fire.

But then,
through the thick black smoke,
the mother cat had
finally showed.

With all her children
now being safe,
she dropped to the ground
and took her last breath.

But the children weren't
going to let her die.
They picked her up
and brought her inside.

Two months later,
the kittens are unrecognizable.
They live at the fire station,
an example that nothing is impossible.

And inside the station
is the best part of all,
the mother cat wanders
with her head high and tall.

The perfect example
that love does save lives,
and that love, above all,
will always survive.


Enjoy

:-)
Jan 2020 · 303
Rules
Masha Yurkevich Jan 2020

To break

the rules

you must first

master them.



Jan 2020 · 993
Spinning
Masha Yurkevich Jan 2020

The day is over
and the world keeps spinning.


Sometimes backwards.


Jan 2020 · 1.1k
Untitled
Masha Yurkevich Jan 2020

We
fall
in
love
with
people
we
can't
have.



Jan 2020 · 330
End?
Masha Yurkevich Jan 2020

Just because it's the end of the

chapter

doesn't mean it's the end of the

book.


Dec 2019 · 408
Clear
Masha Yurkevich Dec 2019

A

t
a
l
l


clear

glass
of
water.

Crystal clear,
smooth and cool,
it's standing there,
waiting for you.

You take a sip,
waiting for the
moment...


You wince.

What happened?

Where is the cool, crispy, smooth sensation?

Who knew that such an attractive, cool, and clear
glass of water
could be so nasty?

From the outside,
it had looked so good,
so ready.

But it was unknown
that the water
was full of salt.

Similar to water,
we humans are too.

We can look kind and sweet,
but be rude untrue.


Inspired when I unknowingly drank a glass of salty water.
Dec 2019 · 265
Untitled
Masha Yurkevich Dec 2019

The difference between
try
and
triumph
is a little
umph.

Everything takes a little 'umph'
Yes?
Dec 2019 · 606
Freedom
Masha Yurkevich Dec 2019


Night is a strange

freedom

from sunset
to
sunrise.


Dec 2019 · 988
Too much
Masha Yurkevich Dec 2019

I wouldn't want to live forever.
Forever seems too much.
Too much pain and
too much sadness.
Too much work and
not enough happiness.

But there is one thing I would like to do forever,
and that is

L O V E

For I do not think that it is possible
to love
too much.

Dec 2019 · 668
sometimes, we fall
Masha Yurkevich Dec 2019

The world is our stage,
and we are not perfect.

sometimes, we fall.

Just remember to
rise up with confidence,
fix your invisible crown,
smile big,
and walk on.


Yes?
Dec 2019 · 206
Don't know
Masha Yurkevich Dec 2019
You can't see it

D
E
E
P


inside

what I show or what I hide.

What I feel and what I say
what I do, what is my way.

You don't know
what I'm going through,
or if the smile I show is false or true.

You don't know the situation I'm in,
or the rock and hard place that I am between.

You don't know me or where I'm going
but that's alright by me.
We're all busy, going somewhere,
just please do not judge me.


You never know someone's situation...
Dec 2019 · 552
The Power of Eyes...
Masha Yurkevich Dec 2019

eyes

...

they can do so much,
sometimes more powerful than words.

A gentle welcome
or
an icy glare.

A nice hello
or
a deathly stare.

A whole
love letter
can be written in one look

Through someone's eyes
you can read them like a book.

Your personality
and your traits,

your feelings
and mistakes.

Your eyes can speak,
your eyes have power.
See what you can tell through the eyes
of the people you encounter.

What can you tell through eyes?
Dec 2019 · 351
Little, Long Way
Masha Yurkevich Dec 2019

A little goes a long way,
whether it be a how are you
or a have a good day.

A thank you
or a you're welcome
a little can go a long way,
it can make a smile or even a day.


Just be kind
Nov 2019 · 182
The Inside
Masha Yurkevich Nov 2019

His hair was
l
o
n
g
and
g
r
e
a
s
y.

His teeth could use a brush.

His clothes was old and tattered.

From the outside he looked quite dangerous.

His face was scratched and *****.

He looked hungry and thirsty.

But no one knew that he was a genius,
because they had judged him on being homeless.


His mind worked fast,
but all people thought was that he was an outcast.


And no one even wanted to talk with him,
because we people judge on what we see.


But if only we could forget
that money,
does not make you a wealthy
somebody
.
We all judge. What would it be like if we didn't?
Nov 2019 · 416
We Count
Masha Yurkevich Nov 2019

Everyday,
we count.

We count likes,
we count follows.

We count steps,
we count calories.

We count minutes,
we count hours.

We count weight,
we count days.

But we don't count what really counts...

the time we spend together.


Nov 2019 · 432
Long Lost Dreams...
Masha Yurkevich Nov 2019

Dear child,
sitting by the window sill.

Someday it will happen,
someday it will...


Long lost dreams...
Nov 2019 · 397
Child, Oh Child
Masha Yurkevich Nov 2019

Child,
oh child,
sitting by the window.
How long have you been there,
watching the snow?

Child,
oh child,
sitting by the window.
What is it that you want
to know?

Child,
oh child,
sitting by the window.
How long will you be there,
and will you ever go?

Child,
oh child,
sitting by the window.
Will you ever be loved,
or have a home?

Child,
oh child,
sitting by the window...


This Sunday is the day of Orphans.

I have seen orphans sitting by the window like this before, and it felt like a knife went through my heart when I did.
All who have a family, a house, food; don't take it for granted.
Because there are so many who don't have it...
Nov 2019 · 183
Friend Poem #1
Masha Yurkevich Nov 2019


Every time you help me out,
I just wanna get on top of the world and shout:
Thank you God for this great friend!
And may this great friendship
never end.


I'm planning to make more...
Nov 2019 · 335
Ending this Day
Masha Yurkevich Nov 2019

I'm ending this day
grateful,
knowing that my
thanks
are higher than my
needs.


I'm not hungry, and I'm not cold.
I'm not homeless and I'm not alone.
Nov 2019 · 923
Countdown
Masha Yurkevich Nov 2019

I
s t a r e  
at the clock,
my chin to my knees.
5 more seconds
and I'll never be fourteen.

4 more seconds
the clock ticks so loudly,
spelling out the last seconds so clearly.

3 more seconds
a new chapter of my life.
So very soon, it will arrive.

2 more seconds
I smile to myself.
For a new beginning,
I must first have an end.

1 more second
I  close my eyes.
3, 2, 1

it has arrived
My birthday
Nov 2019 · 216
Questions without Answers
Masha Yurkevich Nov 2019

Perhaps,
one day,
everything that
doesn't make sense
will finally make sense.
Questions will be answered,
and we will be satisfied with what we hear.

Or maybe, we will always wonder
what the answers are.
Maybe, we will
always have
questions
without
anwers.


It came out, and I felt as if i had to share it.
Nov 2019 · 656
Made me see
Masha Yurkevich Nov 2019

You opened my eyes

                                            and made me see

that there is a future                      
                         
                                     of you and me.



May that future await...
Nov 2019 · 384
Once
Masha Yurkevich Nov 2019

We see each other everyday,
we live our own lives.
Neither of us ever say a word,
but once we have met eyes.

The world had stopped
for what seemed like years,
and everyone around me
seemed to disappear.

We looked at each other's eyes
for so long and yet so little.
And everything that was once so complicated
became ever so simple.

But will our eyes
ever meet again
or will we ever talk,
have a conversation?


I don't know...
Nov 2019 · 378
Lessons Through Others
Masha Yurkevich Nov 2019


Slowly,
he closes his eyes.
He looks so relaxed;
s o   w i s e .

His body,
feeling cold against my skin;
his his fingers,
c o o l   a n d   t h i n .

His skin,
scaly and smooth,
he looks so perfect,
nothing to add
o r   r e m o v e .

Slowly,
he opens his eyes.
Looking at me,
I think I see him
s m i l e .

He looks
so small,
so delicate,
in my hand.

Yet his every move
is so majestic,
s o g r a n d .

His bright green color
is so appealing;
his thin tail
like a
s t r i n g .

He sits there,
looking up at me;
and we both just sit there,
w e   s i t  a n d   w e   s e e .

No matter who we are,
we all need
love,
we all need
affection,
we all need
s o m e o n e .


My new best friend, a green little Anole lizard, has taught me some things:
we all need someone
and someone need us.

I know the beginning of this poem could have sounded a little like a love poem,
but it's a little of both love and my typical poetry.

Regardless,
I hope all enjoyed it. :)
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