College Pamphlets

I feel like a fish
fish mouth opening and shutting
fish gills opening and shutting
fish scales glinting and darkening
before my fish mouth
dangle hooks, enticing worms
wriggling on the metal through their guts
pick me, pick me, pick me
they screech in tiny worm voices
I float, indecisive, fish eyes blinking
fish eyes focused on the worms,
the hooks ,the college pamphlets
bright shiny photographs on thick paper
promises of future stability
just an advertisement – no way to truly know
pick me, pick me, pick me
they scream through the creamy paper
take the worm that’s offered
but with a worm there is always a hook
and this fish doesn’t know which to choose

Copyright 2020 Leona Petrovic

Making gods

Humanity’s legacy is death
though it should be life.
Someone, thousands of years ago,
molded himself a god.
No need to feel bad now,
no need to change.
No need to make an undue
effort to stop our legacy.
It’s all god’s will,
he preached,
accept the end.
And death is not the end,
there’s a thousand different
Filled with food
and drink and music.
And thanks to this genius,
life began to mean
less and less every day.
Why care about the life
you’ve been given
when there is a better one
waiting around the corner?
Sometimes she thinks
about the start of all the gods.
Why they were made
and who brought them to life.
And in the end all
she knows is that if
she was making a god
she would make it
to help herself
feel less like a failure
and morally superior
to all the fools who
do the things she doesn’t like.

Just a little think piece. I’m not saying that every religion is completely wrong or that they don’t have some good ideas. Just that sometimes, religions can do more harm than good. Sometimes making a god is not the right way to go. XX, the inkgirl

Copyright 2020 Leona Petrovic

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Four leaf clover

The grass tickles my
stomach and my thighs.
I roll over
and unearth
a four leaf clover.
I clasp it and wish you back
but there is no mortal thing
that can raise the dead
to life.

Copyright 2020 Leona Petrovic

One form to another

Energy cannot be
created or destroyed.
It flows from one
form to another,
seamlessly, like water.
This can be seen in the
way that the life
left your body,
in the way that all
that made you what
you were leaked out
onto the cold Autumn
ground, a warm red
waterfall ready to take
on another form.
Ready to move on.
What are you now,
I wonder to myself,
where did all that life
and energy take itself?
I guess you are a part of the
very fabric of the world,
woven into the energy
that holds the universe together.

Copyright 2020 Leona Petrovic

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Hard to function

Sitting, learning about functions.
The graphs swim before my eyes
and I find it hard to function.
I look at the points: the curves,
circles, parabolas they make.
They remind me of the way
life goes up and down and twists
your brain into endless cyclones
that send your thoughts into
a frantic flurry of insanity.
I blink and pick up my pen
and turn to the blank graph again,
once more ready to dive in
to the chaotic world of numbers.

Copyright Leona Petrovic 2020

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Silver lining

There are some things in life
that if you make it through them
you can make it through anything.
They are cataclysmic, earth-shaking,
bone-breaking, heart-tearing events.
They take the core of your very being
by the hair and drag you through hell,
setting your bravery on fire and leaving
you singed and trembling and transformed
into a newborn child for the second time.
If you can go through hell and back again
at least your heart will be more resilient –
not much can make you break anymore.
At least there’s that, I tell myself, at least
there is one silver lining to this misery.

Copyright 2020 Leona Petrovic

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Poem book progress

So, I’m writing a poetry book. Some of you might be aware of this and some might not be. I did write a few other posts on this topic a while back.

Just wanted to let you know that the draft is pretty much done. I don’t think I will be adding any more poems (unless I really get inspired to write one) and instead will be focusing on editing the ones I have. I’m not sure but I might have around 110-115 poems in the book, which in my opinion is a good length!

I wanted to publish it this fall but I think I will do it in Spring 2021 (hopefully!) because I still need to edit, find someone to create a cover for it, and format it. I don’t want to rush the process. Plus, Spring is my favorite season so I would love to publish my book then!

Anyway, I will keep working on it this winter and maybe start writing poem book 2.0, if I can figure out a theme for it! It’s been a joy to write HPG and I can’t wait for it to come out.

xx, the inkgirl

Leave sometimes

Stay in your mind,
don’t venture outside.
There is nothing out there
but pain and hurt.
But somehow there
is also nothing more in here.
If you don’t leave,
you will drown.
If you don’t leave,
you won’t have the chance
to find healing and life.
So, leave your mind sometimes.

Copyright 2020 Leona Petrovic

Sit and stare

I sit and stare
and it’s not enough
for me.

I sit and stare
and wonder
is this all that life
can be.

I sit and stare
and think about
how people can

I sit and stare
and imagine
the world if
you were still here.

I sit and stare
and realize that a
tear has run down
my cheek.

I stand up and run,
getting away
from my grief.

Sitting and staring
and thinking
this is all that I do
in my week.

Avoiding and
that is what I do
when I begin to feel.

Copyright 2020 Leona Petrovic