Poems by Adrianna
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0. from the very day she awoke
tumbled out into this pale lilac world
learned it best to behave as a butterfly
clean and elegant and vulnerable
fluttering away in feathery breezes
1. the balloons proclaimed
“it's a girl” in pink curlicues
and too many exclamations
that floated up up and away one
by one
3. one day she tried to fly
she was 3 and fashioned a helicopter
from cardboard and black sharpies, silver staples
it was sunny and she hopped and pranced
and the wind billowed through her hair
and she was the pilot and
her mom gave her one glance and one pat on the head
and smiled, she said
maybe one day you'd like to be a flight attendant
7. perhaps one day she would look like that doll
she'd named her tiffany, blonde hair blue eyes
figure lithe like a dancer
and she seemed to glow in all her splendor
her sly smile shimmered with the stark acknowledgement
of her beauty
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up step on that scale
at home under her bed
she spends night after night with a measuring tape
tucked under her pillow
day after day
“head up, point those toes
suck that belly in, we want straight lines”
thin thin thin
admires her spine in the mirror as
she bends over to tie the soft pink ribbons
that seem to be coming
undone
winding down
winding over
look at what they've made of you
-seamless yet tethered down
to mishaps and misgivings
misguidances
that sink her into shadows
16. and all at once she had evolved
the night was hers
and she stumbled out in glitter, high heels
shades of vibrant lace
golden blonde
hair like a waterfall,
soft swimming across her collarbones
her eyes were blue and cool and still
and scared but
they couldn't see that
as they whistled and winked and hollered
and fed upon her elegance
,all they saw was that black silhouette
an empty shell of fishnet and stockings
the fragrance of lullabies that drifted
so sultry
as she swayed and danced herself
dizzy
,“i'm feeling faint,
may i visit the nurse's?”
freedom from the constrains of the math test
mrs. may sighed loudly, having heard
this excuse far too often
“see me after class.”
-what's been going on lately
you're daydreaming, drifting all the time
apply yourself!
you are so intelligent
you know that-
,she didn't know that
but the word buzzed
in her eardrums
and an awkward smile
warmed her lips
that afternoon
Poems by Adrianna Svitak-15 years old
troubled by the
misty reflection, the haziness of
a stranger staring back at you,
swathed under layers of black overcoat
look at yourself, dangling from a limb, the fragile knots
that hold you still to life
and your grace, poisoned by years of labor, no time for love
here is to the man in the mirror
as the wall melts away, leaving a façade of memories
you never dared to explore,
the dreams you once held dear
before letting them fall to the inferno of surrender,
letting them wash away like ashes
now
let the rain sweep you from the street
and wash away the years
as emotions scramble to their feet.
the screech of a microphone
means she’s all too near,
vesting interests in the thoughts of today
while toying with the intertwined streaks of metal
she feeds with a raspy voice-
each note drips through the patchwork
echoing syllables throughout the stadium
and even beyond
but here, the buoyancy of song
remains evanescent, each note
a diamond that crashes and flutters away
each ear a silent claw
the music passes through like a sandstorm,
and here the journey begins in earnest,
as even
the melody begins to
take flight.
misty reflection, the haziness of
a stranger staring back at you,
swathed under layers of black overcoat
look at yourself, dangling from a limb, the fragile knots
that hold you still to life
and your grace, poisoned by years of labor, no time for love
here is to the man in the mirror
as the wall melts away, leaving a façade of memories
you never dared to explore,
the dreams you once held dear
before letting them fall to the inferno of surrender,
letting them wash away like ashes
now
let the rain sweep you from the street
and wash away the years
as emotions scramble to their feet.
the screech of a microphone
means she’s all too near,
vesting interests in the thoughts of today
while toying with the intertwined streaks of metal
she feeds with a raspy voice-
each note drips through the patchwork
echoing syllables throughout the stadium
and even beyond
but here, the buoyancy of song
remains evanescent, each note
a diamond that crashes and flutters away
each ear a silent claw
the music passes through like a sandstorm,
and here the journey begins in earnest,
as even
the melody begins to
take flight.
Poems by Adrianna Svitak-14 years old
consider
the mellow fields of grey
tender with the breezes of tomorrow
laughter springs,
wall to wall
a child’s voice
cuts through the thick black night
swirls through the
filth trodden valley.
the mellow fields of grey
tender with the breezes of tomorrow
laughter springs,
wall to wall
a child’s voice
cuts through the thick black night
swirls through the
filth trodden valley.
Poems by Adrianna Svitak-13 years old
(1)
dread the longpast hours
of
indecent timing..
meander along the path of
broken tears…
clean wind,
sweeping like a broom
spin the clouds to
dust.
(2)
attack the full world
that shudders around you like a blanket of broken glass
shine away the peace
that unfolds
delicately,
like a flower;
purple orchids; small, innocent
hush the gold that
spins,
uncontrollably
off its kilter,
off.
center.
(3)
make the intruder
un-known to you,
mark it away with
a silvery flourish
touch only what you want to
close off your mind to
the unknown,
the fabric that pulses to the inner beat
waiting to be heard.
(4)
toss away the
innocence.
tear it away like tissue paper-
rip it to shreds,
thread it through the sunset
and
don’t you dare
look back.
dread the longpast hours
of
indecent timing..
meander along the path of
broken tears…
clean wind,
sweeping like a broom
spin the clouds to
dust.
(2)
attack the full world
that shudders around you like a blanket of broken glass
shine away the peace
that unfolds
delicately,
like a flower;
purple orchids; small, innocent
hush the gold that
spins,
uncontrollably
off its kilter,
off.
center.
(3)
make the intruder
un-known to you,
mark it away with
a silvery flourish
touch only what you want to
close off your mind to
the unknown,
the fabric that pulses to the inner beat
waiting to be heard.
(4)
toss away the
innocence.
tear it away like tissue paper-
rip it to shreds,
thread it through the sunset
and
don’t you dare
look back.
See through,
draped in invisibility.
a cloak that covers you up
from the inside out...
heart blanketed in
heavy lace,
yearning to break free from
the silver chains.
POOF!
And it's gone, like
a puff of pink magic
Vanishing,
still shimmering in the air
watch it slowly dissapate,
slide through the
sticky hot Meditterranean
air.
draped in invisibility.
a cloak that covers you up
from the inside out...
heart blanketed in
heavy lace,
yearning to break free from
the silver chains.
POOF!
And it's gone, like
a puff of pink magic
Vanishing,
still shimmering in the air
watch it slowly dissapate,
slide through the
sticky hot Meditterranean
air.
the spores,
sticking up, fluffy
those big pillows you see,
but don't buy.
green infestation
climbing higher,
higher
a mini-army
sticking up, fluffy
those big pillows you see,
but don't buy.
green infestation
climbing higher,
higher
a mini-army
Poems: 11 years old
Poems Copyright Adrianna Svitak
look
over the deck
at the stars
the horses
the moon
look over the
deck
find a new
bright
sun
waiting
there for you.
a dusty road
and swirls of color
of bright oil paint colors
green blue red yellow
who painted all this
who did it all
these bright colors
all along this dusty road
and then
you realize
you did.
sprouts of
grass
reaching up
from the
hard wind
up
up
up
struggling
makes you
interesting.
There is a girl across the street
Her dress matches her eyes
And her eyes match the blue sea
Swimming out from a couple miles away
Salt-filled
But free
Those eyes see just thee.
A fresh pumpkin pie
Stoled straight from the
100-year old oven
Resting in the middle of broken stones
My mother made it
The pumpkin pie
With the freshest pumpkins
You’ll ever see
And see again
She made the pumpkin pie on this cold
Fall day
With the fall leaves falling and all
Brown and orange
Too many autumn colors in fall I think
It was a beaut of a pumpkin pie
And we ate it outside
In the shade of a warm maple’s tree
The rain untouching us
At all.
a checkerboard
played with
alice from wonderland
and the cheshire cat
except with pink stones
and black stones
and chairs made of silk
and there
sits five hats.
Window.
oh yeah
isn’t that window
like a warm
winters night
and a flower
closed up
and a garden
of birds
and a big
space of
tigers?
dusty
road
black
and grey
and kind of
like eyes
sad and soft and
dusty
but more so
no cars
just silence
and silence
the
road
it curves
like an
s
in a
mirror.
the view of old
roses growing
off a branch
of a sycamore
fill my mind
instead
of what is usually
there.
sadness
and worry.
old roses
still one petal
of each old withering
rose
still holding one
glowing gold
bright red
petal full of
spirit and
smiles.
blustery wind blows
your hair back
like in a van gogh
painting
and on a rickety bridge
on a horse
look up at the
sky
starry blue
swirls of spattered paint
but look up
and eyes are clear
you know you have
to
go on.
there’s a
peacock
at your
front
door bright
and blue
-a peacock?
-yeah a peacock
fluffs up
it’s wings
like it’s
proud to be so pretty.
Stars
so bright
so free
dancing up
upon
the world
little specks
of little
light
on top of the
world.
Little
blue triangle
looks like
a pyramid
but
pyramids
aren’t blue they’re.
wild and gold
and stone and hard.
no it’s a
little blue
blue triangle
woody and
smelling like dirt.
Poems Copyright Adrianna Svitak
look
over the deck
at the stars
the horses
the moon
look over the
deck
find a new
bright
sun
waiting
there for you.
a dusty road
and swirls of color
of bright oil paint colors
green blue red yellow
who painted all this
who did it all
these bright colors
all along this dusty road
and then
you realize
you did.
sprouts of
grass
reaching up
from the
hard wind
up
up
up
struggling
makes you
interesting.
There is a girl across the street
Her dress matches her eyes
And her eyes match the blue sea
Swimming out from a couple miles away
Salt-filled
But free
Those eyes see just thee.
A fresh pumpkin pie
Stoled straight from the
100-year old oven
Resting in the middle of broken stones
My mother made it
The pumpkin pie
With the freshest pumpkins
You’ll ever see
And see again
She made the pumpkin pie on this cold
Fall day
With the fall leaves falling and all
Brown and orange
Too many autumn colors in fall I think
It was a beaut of a pumpkin pie
And we ate it outside
In the shade of a warm maple’s tree
The rain untouching us
At all.
a checkerboard
played with
alice from wonderland
and the cheshire cat
except with pink stones
and black stones
and chairs made of silk
and there
sits five hats.
Window.
oh yeah
isn’t that window
like a warm
winters night
and a flower
closed up
and a garden
of birds
and a big
space of
tigers?
dusty
road
black
and grey
and kind of
like eyes
sad and soft and
dusty
but more so
no cars
just silence
and silence
the
road
it curves
like an
s
in a
mirror.
the view of old
roses growing
off a branch
of a sycamore
fill my mind
instead
of what is usually
there.
sadness
and worry.
old roses
still one petal
of each old withering
rose
still holding one
glowing gold
bright red
petal full of
spirit and
smiles.
blustery wind blows
your hair back
like in a van gogh
painting
and on a rickety bridge
on a horse
look up at the
sky
starry blue
swirls of spattered paint
but look up
and eyes are clear
you know you have
to
go on.
there’s a
peacock
at your
front
door bright
and blue
-a peacock?
-yeah a peacock
fluffs up
it’s wings
like it’s
proud to be so pretty.
Stars
so bright
so free
dancing up
upon
the world
little specks
of little
light
on top of the
world.
Little
blue triangle
looks like
a pyramid
but
pyramids
aren’t blue they’re.
wild and gold
and stone and hard.
no it’s a
little blue
blue triangle
woody and
smelling like dirt.
Poems Copyright Adrianna Svitak
A couple of deer come
Into our tent
And then a few roosters
And a girl with rag hair
And a sewn face and cotton inside
And a cow
And a cloud
And a moon
And a sun
And the sky.
Into our tent
And then a few roosters
And a girl with rag hair
And a sewn face and cotton inside
And a cow
And a cloud
And a moon
And a sun
And the sky.
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Incomplete works, Age 9-11
