I mostly write about my own past and present, I use poetry and fiction to express my feelings and to let my thoughts free, out of my head. I use it as some kind of therapy when I feel like I can't handle my life. I write everytime I'm sad, everytime I feel like I'm in love, every time I can't decide which way to go. It clears my mind and helps me to choose the best I can do.
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Marketa Richnavska Poems
Opening the old door closing up the new How could I have fallen for something that's not true?
What if the ado in her chest was not her enemy but her confederate?
The screams inside my chest Won't let me stay in rest It's not my heart that moans It's my demon's underdose
I want to soak into your chest and lie like that for some time I want to smell your essence in the rest without others taking it as crime
There walks a girl with a death Always staying behind her back She wonders if its just a spirit Which only she can see
It's the hour It's the time Our bodies should be one
To Live Fully
I hate waiting for better times hate wondering why hate pain I know how usual that sounds
Emotions Are Playing Dead, To Hide Is To...
I stopped searching desperately for the match in need to find something real for I know I never get what I'm looking for
When someone tells you what to do and you once tell them no When somebody is above you You don't know where to go
Why did I have to meet you? Why did you need to show? Oh, please, please, leave me leave me all alone
Not A Lullaby
I need a lullaby to smooth my mind when I'm too afraid to close my eyes
Don't Ever Listen To The Darkness
Reveal the feathers off your mind Black - like my soul Show me what's shattering inside Erase the coal
I chose the path of good and light the path of truth and care And even though the dark's in sight I'll keep standing there
Sunshine Just Kissed My Neck
SUNSHINE JUST KISSED MY NECK and made my day better Im just sitting here thinking
Comments about Marketa Richnavska
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
Opening the old door
closing up the new
How could I have fallen
for something that's not true?
The parts of me
that were meant to be
shattered no more
are now flying away
more far than they were
You scared away to flee
the certain part of me
the loving, caring, feeling
with no chance of remedy.
But I DON'T want you to suffer
I want to help you see
that not every lie tightens
and that truth can make you free
That if you've been doing wrongs
but suddenly you want it right
It is enough to let it ...