A tomorrow full of yesterday, poetry by Magda Karavageli

March 10, 2013 - PRLog -- At the age of only 14, Magda Karavageli sounds like many, much more experienced poets wish they would sound like.

There is maturity of expression, of voice and idea, making the reading of her poetry a rarely encountered pleasant experience.

dedication:

— to the people who taught me that trying is better than giving up.


* * *


Madness

Pictures of better lives
laugh at my figure.
The sky gets higher
and the stars disappear.
Voices. Shouts. Silence.
Blackness in my head.
Torn thoughts.
Broken dreams.
Look! I’m smiling.

* * *

A tomorrow full of yesterday

Living for today
say is bad
the demons of the past.
They scream and they beg.
In my ears.
In my heart.
They tie me in ice-cold chairs.
The ropes cannot be cut.
They crash all my hopes
for getting away
from this place.

I started it though.
It’s all my fault.
My horrible creepy imagination
started it all.
I put yesterday in tomorrow.
I put regret in love.
I put fault in my heart.
The demons, of me are a part.

* * *

My soul

I walk on empty fields.
Wind is going through my hair.
It is dark and cold.
No spark, or light on the long blue road.
In my soul foreign rhythms are being hummed.
From faceless shadows.
From the ghosts of the past.
They sing about perfection,
such a topic to discuss
They sing about depression
and they rip my soul in half.
I haven’t felt happiness
in years
I haven’t felt pain
or any fear.
I’m numb.
And the moments are passing
from silver to gold.
With no feet we are dancing
my dignity, sold.
I can’t find the crowded fields
the atmosphere is tight, no air.

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