Natasha : Writing

The Fire

The Fire

A Poem by Natasha


This is all I ever wanted. Now that the time has come, I want the past back, I just want part of it, Not the whole, Conflicting flashes..
Gold & Silver

Gold & Silver

A Poem by Natasha


Gold and silver, specks of air, Hovering and floating, I am, But still so far away, Black holes of dense wonder, Sparingly placed, ..
Up-Comings

Up-Comings

A Poem by Natasha


less surreal, and more simple
Un-forbidden

Un-forbidden

A Poem by Natasha


Influenced by "Isabella, or the Pot of Basil" (1818) by John Keats, which is a narrative poem about love and lose, based on the control of others.
Imaginary

Imaginary

A Poem by Natasha


Rumbling window seats, I sit Color slashes, blue and wash through Illusions of warm heightened Breezes counteract Face connects outsid..
Passed By

Passed By

A Poem by Natasha


Blinking lights all are passed by The shivering of a brisk solitary walk comforts within The days bark, crickets screech, But I really am not..
Broken Aim

Broken Aim

A Poem by Natasha


Disputes can be taken too far sometimes. That is when people never forget.
Sunday

Sunday

A Poem by Natasha


Do you ever look back on simple moments and wonder, why can't this day repeat itself over and over? Those rare, perfect, simple, moments, mostly share..
Sunk Ships for Conversations

Sunk Ships for Conversations

A Poem by Natasha


The smallest letdown sinks my organ. The ship has left the exchange. Afloat a soggy board, this is my rescue. The shivers of water trail ..
Woodland

Woodland

A Poem by Natasha


Monostitch poem:: single line composed of 6-12 syllables,one form of metaphor or personification needs to be included, and has to be a complete senten..