Marketa Richnavska

Rookie (28th May / Košice)

Carpe Me


I locked down my hand
and braided my hair
to prove myself I am free.

I touched the stars
I flew above clouds
just to reach all I can see

I opened my mind
but closed my eyes
In the pursuit of sanity

I left behind past
and left alone future
to live in inherency

But as time passes by
and leaves fall down
my mind wanders away

In thoughts unspoken
and heart not yet broken
are the words I may never say

I am independant
but tied to this realm
never to be freed, released

I am forever pure
even thought I'm rotten
and yet still waiting to be seized.

I await huge events
unforgetable moments
but live like they will never come

I am standing brave
holding up my head
but still fear my final drum

I seek the taste of blood
running through my mouth
sweet like candy, sharp like rust

I want to smell
the sounds of hell
when our bodies turn to dust

I need to feel
the silky steel
of someones breath on my skin

Sometimes I wish
to take back time
to make it all how it once has been

Submitted: Sunday, February 16, 2014

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This poem is about a change that I needed in the past, I needed to get free and I managed to do that, and lived fully and freely, but after a while I got fed up by all the freedom and felt a need for something more. Even though I am not sure what exactly it is I want.

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