Natasha

@natasha

just looking for some meaning



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Natasha . 7 years ago
Underestimated
I feel small. There are so many big personalities in this room, laughing and shouting and insulting and bragging and on and on in a cycle that repeats every day.
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Natasha . 7 years ago
the slow death of grief
Late at night, when all distance is darkness, and your eyes have been closed for a long time now, I will still be texting you Trying, trying, trying to get a message through
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Natasha . 7 years ago
and the world spins on
When the night sky is inky with dark paint and freckled with stars sending their light across billions of miles When the sparrow chirps in quiet announcements to the trees around its home
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Natasha . 7 years ago
Midnight Existentialism
Do you ever lay in bed with this feeling in the empty cavity of your abdomen Wishing you had fire at your fingertips
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Natasha . 7 years ago
The Road Ahead of Us
There's an empty stretch of highway in front of us, No other cars around. We are quiet.
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Natasha . 7 years ago
Overgrown
This field was never meant to be a forest Trees never used to cram the air space;
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Natasha . 7 years ago
like resisting an undertow
I. there is lightning crackling under your nails and your fingers itch. they comb through the strands of your burnt-honey hair in an absent clumsiness. your eyes are far away. they are so bright i thi...
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Natasha . 7 years ago
like being consumed by your own hubris
I. the heat from the fire seeps into the grass and shrivels it into tiny grasping hands. the stars rotate lazily far above in bright bursts sour on your tongue. the moon hides her face and her beams w...
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Natasha . 7 years ago
like drowning in someone else's heroism
A river god with no more purpose sleeps in this poem
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