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RozplynacNie zniosę tegoRozplynac4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
jak bardzo jesteś.
Nie widzieć nigdy więcej.
Nie słyszeć.
Bo po co.
Rozpłynąć się
co z tegoZabrakło mico z tego5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
trochę wiary
trochę świeżej bielizny
czekoladowych płatków na śniadanie
mankietu od koszuli
szczotki do włosów
trochę snu
długopisu na sprawdzianie
monitora
dwóch głośników.
Co z tego, że
chcę
mam majtki
mam mleko
mam kołnierz
mam włosy
mam łóżko
mam sprawdzian
mam komputer
mam wieżę
skoro i tak nic z tym nie zrobię.
ChildI am not finished with my childhoodChild5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not out of my wonderment
My knowledge cannot fill up
Like a cup. It does not overflow.
I will never grow beyond my imagination,
My youth is internal, beyond my body
Beyond my soul and beyond this world.
The young ones here are forever.
Lo to the SunIf the sun takes its time to fall from the sky,Lo to the Sun5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the red can stay-
For a time we can pretend the world is ending,
That we are all loved, and love
And death is not what it is today,
But what it should be
Since with this everything would be beautiful,
And though we go, we stay forever.
none of the above8 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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imitacja*imitacja4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Sytuacja nie jest taka zła. Rozmawiamy ze sobą, śmiejemy się razem, kłócimy się. Czasami zdarzy się nam zjeść wspólnie obiad gdzieś na mieście. Park nie wchodzi w rachubę, jest zbyt normalny, a krzewia niezbyt gęste. Ale nie szkodzi. Codzienne rano, kiedy budzi mnie zapach kawy robionej specjalnie dla mnie, widzę ogromne drzewo tuż za oknem. Najczęściej to wystarczy, imitacje nie są takie złe, bywają prawdziwsze, niż oryginały.To życie jest bardzo proste. Rankiem mówię „do zobaczenia i nie zapomnij kup
Broken FingertipsJust looking for a shoulder to lean onBroken Fingertips4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A supporting hand
these days
some days
it's all more then I can stand.
Sorrow in the world
aches
pounds against my beating heart
and I feel my breathing shallow
and I feel my eyes drop
and I hold out to steady you
dear friend
Set in stone
is not my way
Nor am I flexible
my heart, my mind, my choices
have always been hard to sway.
Forever the spectator
of your beautiful world..
Earth ForeverTime ever flows onEarth Forever5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The universe still expands
We are but a blip
God's ArtRhapsody of the universeGod's Art5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The song and art of everything.
And a pen stroke
A brush line
A single note
Our place in that,
And we’re too small to see
The entire canvas.
ChecklistChecklist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dead roses in a rusty can
On a rough-hewn table pushed
Against a peeling wall
Bare bulb
Ashes and a lock of hair
Dirty dishes and beer cans
Sketches of loss
Old coins
A faded photograph, a ribbon
Taped to the refrigerator door
Curtained windows closed
Thick dust
Talismans and charms and
Broken dreams in a dirty jar
Check. It's all here
Dripping faucet
Sharp as bone fragments
Fragile as moth wings
Miserable as dying slow
Pill bottles
Check. Check. Check.
It's all here. In all this
Nothing
Be Alive Today3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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Braunt's Secret3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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FateFate9 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, a white shirt and a garish, comical tie. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.
PETER. Beautiful weather today.
GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm.
PETER. [Extending his hand] The name's Peter.
GOD [shaking PETER's hand]. God.
[GOD re
Woes Prose2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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