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Graveyard for Never Sent Letters & Other Poetry by Martina Rimbaldo

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To What We Lost – Martina Rimbaldo

Martina Rimbaldo’s enchantingly sorrowful poetry and photography fills you with many emotions. Her work makes the haunting of such emotions a beauty to behold.

Graveyard for never sent letters

One afternoon when the late summer smelled more like autumn,

she came to her room and took the pen,  in order to make his  wish come true.

She wrote a few lines on a heart – shaped paper .  Lock of her hair, ring, and two photographs she placed inside the envelope, but feelings change ,she and him are not the same.

Now she thinks of letting go, where will her letter go ?

Still hidden in the drawer, 

away from curious eyes .

Still the question :  “What shall i do with it? “ Hovers around her mind as a vulture around the dying prey .

Burn it , throw it , send it …she doesn’t know , it  is just that painful.

There should be a graveyard for never send letters,

 I  have heard,  she maybe  found  its final resting place: „Museum of Broken relationships’ ‘.

 Above the letter, now a showpiece left behind underneath  the   plexiglass ,one may read the  sign :

“It was never a relationship, just an online thing ,it was not meant to be . I am sorry if we were stronger maybe …but still…it is not a guarantee…“.

Now she attempts  to be strong , but tears betray her every time she finds herself alone, she attempts to be free she still holds on …..to thee… And she wishes silly things like ,to have a giant Teddy Bear, the ones she owns are not large enough, to pretend, to imitate the human shape.

She just does not want an empty bed …of loneliness…She needs a hug ,somebody who will warm up her freezing heart and  body… 

She has been alone for too long, but does anyone care at all…….??? 😦

black pearls

I guess some can not  pass trought the darkness 

Without the darkness glues herself on to them 

They drag her around like the treasure chest  filled with black pearls 

If the chest is opened they end up on their neck 

Suffocation  becomes  their  end 

For them pearls are  precious friends 

But all they bring is death …

Luna Lacrimosa

lunar silver rug is on the floor

her lifetime is here no more

river of tears hits the piano keys

creates a heartfelt melody

her life was taken so violently

she can’t find the open door

Earthbound by this place

still enslaved can’t escape

dark hides her cry

harm is done cant be undone

church bell chime midnight

drawes her last breath

drifted away

cant see why the stranger to her eye made her die

he was too blind to see his belief was a lie

dark hides her cry

harm is done cant be undone

heatspell brought her hell

summer waves please erase that few days

her faith is sealed forever

follows her to the final resting place

what have they done

blood on psychedelic neon starlights was her own

his cold-blooded eyes stare at her no more

Unrequited love

Unrequited love is a stillborn

Never took his first breath

Never opened his eyes

Never spoke a word

Never got a chance

Gave up at the start

Defeated by death

15 TEARS

white corridors hide the secrets once stored in your mind

as the only silent wittiness who saw it all

from Alfa to Omega

White marble slabs broke down

under the heavy steps of the angry ones

could not stop the pain

nothing was ever the same

Tell me who is to blame?

oh how sad it is

oh how they miss

even after all this years

fear still sleeps near

finding the sane reason in the senseless crime

is the hardest task

so we should not ask

WHY?

so many words left unspoken

from the lives that were taken

13 teardrops

13 blood-drops

falling down to feed the roses on 13 graves

but where are the 2 more who lost themselves

what happened to their souls

torments us all

Lord do you know how to mend our hearts

from all the brokenness

Please tell me you saved them all

that no one was lost in the infamous lake of fire

I’m offering you my strong embrace

to protect you, to save you from yourself

oh if only i could ….

oh if only i could stop you now ….

once and for all…

Artist:

Martina Rimbaldo is a 30 year old woman who lives and works in Croatia . She always wears a pen and a notebook in her purse in the case of a sudden inspiration in order to write it down . Her work is published in Nightingale &

Sparrow, Oddball Magazine, The sage cigarette magazine, Spillwords com .Thruly you, TheStreet Light press, Six word stories, Poems, and Poezija noći websites, and her artwork is published at weekly blog of Royal Rose Magazine, her photographs are published in Bleached Butterfly and Anti heroin chic. Loves to paint abstract paintings, read religious books, watch horror as well as old movies with Audrey Hepburn, Sharon Tate, Brigitte Bardot who happens to share her birth date and (over)thinks specially about death, what some people find morbid but not her, it is a part of life too. Her goal is to be a good person.

Martina Rimbaldo – One-Liners Abound!

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Martina Rimbaldo is a 29 year old women lives and works in Croatia. She always wears a pen and a notebook in her purse in the case of a sudden inspiration in order to write it down. Loves to paint abstract paintings, read religious books ,watch horror as well as old movies with Audrey Hepburn ,Sharon Tate, Brigitte Bardot who happens to share her birth date and (over)thinks specially about death, what some people find morbid but not her, it is a part of life too. Tina also takes care of household and 5 cats. Her goal is to be a good person .

One-Liners Abound! – Martina Rimbaldo

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Martina Rimbaldo is a 29 year  old  women lives and works in Croatia. She always  wears a pen and a notebook in her purse in the  case of a sudden inspiration in order to write it down. Loves to paint abstract paintings,  read religious  books ,watch horror as well as old movies with Audrey Hepburn ,Sharon Tate, Brigitte Bardot who happens to share her  birth date and (over)thinks specially about death, what some people find morbid but not her, it is a part of life too. Tina also takes care of household and 5 cats. Her goal is to be a good person .

Light within = Hope within – Poetry and Photography by Martina Rimbaldo

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Still Shining

Martina Rimbaldo brings art that truly shines from Croatia! Her photography and poetry come together and fill the soul with warmth and reverie. I encourage you to bask in the ray of light that she brings!

The light created us so we are light!

Light within = Hope within

We all own a light within us just sometimes the light hides behind a robe of darkness doe to dirty words of others, of realistic critics they do not know the dreams of idealists like us…We are Aliens to each other I can not cling myself on reality it, is too cruel and what we call a reality is not a reality we do not live in it as it is reserved for the afterlife. All that surrounds us is a dream. We create our dreams first we need to know who we are, Only by knowing who we are we can not be broken by other peoples acts towards us. Mind develops by experiences good and bad. If you had bad experiences it will form negative thoughts, you will print a negative pattern to yourself and others too.

You need to let go of your mind and open your heart ,and develop self awareness in order to change that negative print.

We have everything we need in us, do not let others interfere with their venon,

You are strong, good enough.

Every person is unique and nobody needs to be corrected for being different as none of us are mistakes even if you make one you are not that mistake!

You, me, them, are valid human beings, you have a right to follow to create your own life path.

You are your own person ,individual no one can remove you from you!

You know what is best for you ,nobody lives inside your skin but you!

You have control over you, you can make it happen!

Hope

Stuck inside your souls core

do you see the dark walls surrounding you?

Your inner child is lost

your inner women has no dignity

Your inner man has no voice to speak, no arms to fight

Who do you have left?

There is still the light of hope

silent wispers to your heart that no other can hear

Do not give up

He still needs you here

but the demons are evil

playing with your mind

mind does not need your heart

your heart does not need your mind

brake trough the pain

there is always light

it will be ok it all ends the same

While you think you are the only one

thousands and more stars just as broken as you

moan to the moon

knowing the end will not come so soon

the only thing one can do is to endure

temptations, trials, pain, suffering

it is not easy but it is the only way to stay here

and move on no metter what it takes to get to the goal

do not let others interfere

even if for them you are a zero

in your life you are a hero

Fear& idealist

Fear= safety – step out of it! allow yourself to live and breathe You are going to suffocate in here dragged, drowned in your own mind-created fear

When idealist abandons his dreams & ideas dreams become bullets ideas become guns They commit the crime. Broken mind is the most dangerous kind.

Artist:

 Martina Rimbaldo is a 29 year  old  women  who lives and works in Croatia. She always  wears a pen and a notebook in her purse in the  case of a sudden inspiration in order to write it down. Her work is  published in Nightingale &Sparrow, Oddball Magazine, The sage cigarette magazine, Spillwords.com, Thruly you,The Street Light press websites, and her artwork is published at weekly blog of Royal Rose Magazine, her photographs are published  in Bleached Butterfly and Anti heroin chic. Loves to paint abstract painting,  read religious books, watch horror as well as old movies with Audrey Hepburn, Sharon Tate, Brigitte Bardot who happens to share her  birth date and (over)thinks specially about death, what some people find morbid but not her, it is a part of life too. Her goal is to be a good person.