Witches BroomFly me broom,More Like This
fly me high.
Fly me up to the sky,
where the lark sings so high.
Making me sigh.
Bialy kotDramatis personae: Dramatis feles:More Like This
On Czarny kot
Ona Biały kot
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Kawiarnia Pod KasztanamiW kawiarni Pod KasztanamiMore Like This
Wpatrzony w ekran siedzę sam;
Zaprawdę, powiada tam pan
O władcach rządzących ponad niebami...
W kawiarni Pod Kasztanami
Na szachownicy pobity król;
Za miłość z królową czekał go ból
I został zesłany między pionkami...
W kawiarni Pod Kasztanami
Dziś do stolika przysiadłaś się;
Ja chyba kiedyś kochałem cię…
Lecz nie pamiętam co stało się z nami...
W kawiarni Pod Kasztanami:
„Dwaplus-kawy ostatni łyk!
Serce ci zniknie, to taki trik
By nie zostało już nic między wami.”
W kawiarni Pod Kasztanami
Bez zmian - bezdusznie duszno;
Tak chciałbym mą torbę podróżną
Spakować utraconymi latami...
Niemoralna.Powiedziano mi, że jestem niemoralna. Być może to stwierdzenie wzruszyłoby mnie bardziej, gdyby nie padło z ust pięćdziesięcioletniej baby o tuszy wieloryba i z pryszczem na brodzie. Cóż. Ja miałam lat dwadzieścia z ogonkiem, niezły dorobek pisarski i podobno ciekawe rysy. Na czym moja niemoralność miała polegać? Trudno powiedzieć, bo to przecież nie zbrodnia przespać się z kimś od czasu do czasu. Więcej- to biologia. Zbyłam babę lekkim uśmiechem. Zabawne. Życie nauczyło mnie jednego- nie trzeba b y ć pięknym, trzeba być o swoim pięknie przekonanym. Czy byłam przekonana o pięknie? Może miałam kilka walorów, ale podstawowy krył się gdzieś w zakamarkach mózgoczaszki- inteligencja. Nie mam zamiaru bawić się w skromność i miny pensjonarki. Inteligencja wabiła i odrzucała, pMore Like This
Rozdzieleni.Nadchodzimy cicho z różnych krańców świataMore Like This
Pośród szmerów tęsknoty, oboje we śnie.
Przecież nić czułości wciąż nam serca splata,
Cóż więc, że dzień u mnie, a u pana nie?
Śpi pan tak głęboko w moich ramion splocie,
Powiek jasne płatki delikatnie drgają,
W miękkich pana włosach błyszczą iskier krocie,
Wargi pańskie tchu zaś ciepło uwalniają.
Jest pan tak daleko i blisko zarazem.
Przecież czuję mgiełkę pańskiej sennej duszy!
W końcu sama usnę, pełna tym obrazem,
A świt bezlitośnie pański sen rozkruszy.
Wiersz z WenecjiNie poruszą mego serca Wenecji uroki,More Like This
Nie poruszy go i ciepły błękit nieba.
Gdy na mostach wybrzmią me samotne kroki
Nikt mnie nie pamięta, już mnie tu nie trzeba.
Nie ma pańskich palców błądzących po mapie
Ani mego ciała, ani tej z papieru.
Gdy czas pracowity bruzdy smutku drapie,
Jestem jak gondola, która nie ma celu.
Może bym dostrzegła magię tego miasta,
Gdyby pan całował nocą moje oczy?
Nie chcę na nie patrzeć, serce krzyczy- basta!
Boli mnie i dudni- z piersi mi wyskoczy.
Śmieszy mnie to wszystko- jacyś gondolierzy,
Niby romantyczni- plują do kanału.
Niechaj pan w urodę Wenecji nie wierzy,
Aż ją odkryjemy. We dwoje, pomału.
EmotionsI am sitting in the grass disconsolate letting the warm breeze caress my face tenderly.More Like This
The sun rises triumphant after its long fight against the darkness.
The dawn fires the sky but my heart can't exult.
My hands are dirty and empty. As I look at them, the pain gets stronger.
The war took everything from me.
There is no love, no joy, no dreams, no future left for me.
Dark clouds march towards the sun, threatening its splendor.
The Earth is soaked with Her sons' blood, and there is no peace in the sky above her.
I look around me and desolation is all I can see, but I am not able to cry anymore.
Suddenly a roar - I can't say if it was a thunder or a shot.
Something cold hits my palm making me shudder.
My breath becomes irregular, my eyes fill with tears, my heart beats faster and I finally feel I am alive.
It is a raindrop, and in this drop there is the universe...
The art of imagining...I have been to every corner of the world,More Like This
Swam the oceans twice,
Talked with some mice.
Been to places you will never go,
I just had to open one or two doors.
I planted a pink tree,
And saw the floor upon me.
I slept on a cloud,
And screamed my name backwards loud!
I know how to speak in every single language that exists,
And also invented some more, serious, I wrote a list.
I invented a machine to see what others dream,
And shared with a squirrel a blue ice-cream.
I taught Einstein everything he knew,
Except my secrets, I have a few.
I saw the rain come from the floor,
And it started raining, even more.
I also jumped the rope with a bear!
I did this and even more, without even leaving my chair.
My PrideThis pride I have shines brightMore Like This
Nothing will snuff out this beckon of light.
Those that see my pride know the strength
It gives hope to those with no faith.
Beating strong with the heart of a lion
Everyday growing stronger, no chance of dying.
Whatever stands in my way shall fall
No one can ignore the animalistic call.
This pride pulls us closer, we bond
Getting to know one another, a memory to honor.
As the years go on, we wonder
Was there or will there ever be a blunder.
We may forget, as we grow old
But our knowledge passes on with our heart of gold.
The young take our place
Giving the pride new faith, a new face.
DarknessIt's too dark in hereMore Like This
The little light that's left
Is slowly dying away
I am starting to get scared
As the black mass of nothing
Slowly sneaks up on me
A little tear forms in m eye
As the mass grabs hold on me
A silent beg for help slips out of my mouth
And flows out into the darkness
The mass has now grabbed my throat
And I'm running out of breath
The little light that's left
Is slowly disapearing
The darkness is swallowing me
Stealing my breath away
Leaving me to die
In cold painfull darkness
PassionYou look me overMore Like This
And you turn away
You lead my heart
Into silent decay
'Cause you want something beautiful
Want something beautiful
You want something beatiful
So you look away
Well, this I call passion
This I call real
Are you ready to see me?
Are you ready to feel?
But you don't see anything
You don't see anything
No, you don't see anything
'Cause you don't see me
You speak such wise words
But won't believe what I say
Think you've got to hold out
For some brighter day
'Cause you want something real
Want something real
You want something real
But you turn away
And, this I call passion
This I call real
Are you ready to hear me?
Are you ready to feel?
But you don't hear anything
You don't hear anything
No, you don't hear anything
'Cause you don't hear me
I carry this torch
And its burning my hands
Can you see the scars now?
Do you understand?
You think I'm not good enough
Think I'm not good enough
Well, am I not good enough
To carry these scars?
This I call passion
This I call real
The story of my lifeWhen I was born, I didn´t know what the destiny had for me.More Like This
Little by little, I climbed my wall,
I may have reached the top,
I may have falled.
Through my short life I made some friends,
I made some enemies,
but only my friends will stay in me.
I can make a mistake, but still be right,
I can fall but still get up.
I tell my story, once in a while, for the ones that know how to listen
to a young soul´s storylife.
I´ve spread my wings and learnt to fly,
some might have wanted to cut them off,
but I haven´t ever fallen down.
And here I am, standing up, for the thousandth time, telling the story, of my life.
See you againHow I wish you could see, the puzzle that I made,More Like This
little by little. I put the pieces toghether, and
painted them as I liked.
How I wish you were here, to tell me the cards
I should play, and the ones that I should put away.
To lift me up, when I´m about to fall.
But I´ll stay strong, I´ll find the strength to keep on,
like I promised, and just hope to see you again.
One more time, I saw you in my dreams, but I
woke up, and there was noone by my side.
It is just me and your memories. Please, don´t ever think
I only see you in my dreams. I keep you with me, and that
way, I keep you alive.
Every single moment we lived is here, with me, every single
memory is still alive, so clearly displayed in my mind, that I
don´t know if I am dreaming or if it is real...
But that doesn´t matter now. If I only see you in my dreams,
why should I want to be awake? I´ll turn into this long sleep,
and hope, to see you again.
ForgotClose my eyes and think of you.More Like This
I don't know how you do what you do.
Calm me down, you're not even here.
You can bring me to my knees without fear.
Crying, but it feels good tonight.
It just reminds me that soon I'll be alright.
So come get me, come here today.
That's the only thing I have left to say.
Take me away from the ones that hurt me.
And let's just show the world what we could be.
I don't know where this is coming from.
But I think my body's slowly going numb.
It's not okay, for once I won't lie.
Suicidal thoughts, they should go die.
I'm here alone, but I close my eyes and you're there.
I love you so much, and I don't care.
Don't care what they say or what they think.
The less we talk the lower I sink.
I could talk to you all day, it never gets old.
This is just a story that's already been told.
Yes, I'm rambling like I do a lot.
But there was a point to this, I just...forgot.
SHATTERED WITHINI need to stop, I need to end it.More Like This
It's hurting me too much.
Every time you ignore me
Engraves a scar within
My heart and soul.
I don't know when my heart
Started to admire you
You just came by
And you captured
My heart and soul.
I am shattered into pieces
And my heart is bleeding.
Do you still remember me?
I wrote you poems from my heart.
Do you remember that day
When our eyes meet?
The best moment
When you smile back to me.
Yet, I couldn't tell you how I feel
My heart and soul are shattered within.
LiesSo here we are, unable to connect the dots,More Like This
Hell is our society, hell is where we rot.
Lost inside another lie, 1,000 conspiracies,
Mirrors hiding saints so we believe false sanctity.
We sit back and watch our world completely fall apart,
We could try to help, but instead we take no part.
Too caught up in religious wars steeped in blood and greed,
Too caught up in ourselves to practice what we preach.
A New BeginningI thought I was heart brokenMore Like This
for good this time...
I was sure that relationshiops were
a lost cause for me.
I've taken things to far,
and to fast,
in the past.
It always started with a kiss
then a bed
and then they were gone.
But, this times different.
He hasn't done the whoreish things I have.
He's done nothing but show me kindness.
He makes me feel special and loved.
I do nothing but smile when I"m around him.
So, maybe if I take it slow,
take it one step at a time...
We can be together and make it through.
Not by lips to lips
or skin to skin
hand and hand...
blueWas it mere months ago;More Like This
the span of
a lifetime for a crab.
Who would say?
But I knew it was years-
my own lifetime ago.
Where would I be if
I hadn't sensed it up my spine,
on the back of my neck-
if I hadn't felt you walking
aimlessly on the strand.
I was oblivious to the cold,
even as I quaked from the wind
as sunset approached.
I had to know,
now that you existed.
The world was monotone,
even the waves from
within the shells sunken
in the wet sand at low tide
before the last of daylight blinked
from the fog rolling in.
It happened at breakwater-
I laid eyes on you for the
first and last time
(I would never look away again)
when I saw the color blue.
Not as I thought I knew it then;
nothing was the same after-
before you, and the color blue
pooled at my feet;
a halo of lights from the pier
in its reflection.
Beautiful DistractionEvery heartbeat.More Like This
Reminds me of you...
And no matter what I try to do,
I just can't seem to take my mind off of you.
I could be anywhere at all,
doing anything in the world,
as far away from you
as I could possibly bear to be,
and you would still manage to find your way
back into my mind.
And there is nothing I could do to stop you,
nothing I would do to stop you,
nothing I will do to stop you,
breaking your way back in to my head,
because you're the only thing I ever want to think about.
Whether I really am alone,
or whether I'm with others.
Whenever I'm with anyone but you,
I simply feel empty,
I feel uncomfortable,
as if there's a piece of me missing.
Imagine if you suddenly lost an arm,
suddenly lost a leg,
that's not the kind of thing that goes without noticing,
not the kind of thing you'd try not to notice.
So why do I try so hard not to think of you?
It's not that I don't want to think of you,
I never want to stop thinking about you.
summerSometimes, it feels as if nothing could possibly keep him down here any longer. Then there are her eyes, so beautifully pleading him to freeze in time, to be like those plastic flowers in his dad's backyard - while staying all the same for an eternity, be able to cast charms on people with their beauty, to make them think they are real, not just copies of someone else's happiness. Their love's been always like this, so fragile, colourful, mistaken.More Like This
He wants so much to be away from all of the lies they've been telling each other to just make the other stay and not do anything they really wanted. But he can't.
Because they won't live through a single day without the other's sweet arms. Because she will forget how to smile and he how to laugh.
Even if still none of these words are real, it's too dangerous out there without her face, so he stays.
He once wanted so much to see a real sunset, not just those in postcards. But she's afraid of the light, even of the dimmest one
secret loveEyes meetMore Like This
There's something going on
Meet in the back
Your lips crush mine
My Back hits the wall
Hands moving lower
A secret touch
This is wrong
We barely know each other
Fly apart; Nothing to see
Come on you two time to go
Another day your hand ghosts over my hips
No one notices
Your eyes pierce me
Come with me
Back in the back
Your lips brush down my neck
My fingers find your lips
Gently tracing over
You pull me to you
Capturing my lips with your own
Again; we're almost caught
How can they not see?
UnfaithfulI have a confession to make...More Like This
I have been unfaithful.
I didn't even realize it was happening until too late.
Those tiny, almost unnoticed touches...I noticed because it has been so long since you touched me like that. Suddenly, me and that passionate other were constantly talking even in the middle of the day, reminding me just how beautiful the world is when I am in love.
I think that is where I really strayed. I am no longer in love. With you, that is.
So, I thought you should know.
It's only fair since I said that I loved you first and I've rendered your heart into bite sized pieces.
I have been sleeping with Music.
It is a far better lover than you.
Simple PleasuresSomeone told me that that life was boring.More Like This
I couldn't agree.
Sweet memories of passing seasons. The sweet smell of grass and dancing sunlight. The ripples on the seafloor. Then the vibrant leaves, lighting the world aflame. The crisp air making my nose run. Sunlight that would turn her hair golden, as if trapped in the very strands. Like a golden halo around her head. Of windy days that sent unrestrainable shivers through my body, a strange trembling feeling, like that off deep bass. The crunch of leaves beneath my feet and of the first snowfall. Gentle white flurries swept easily from side to side with every small breath of wind. The silent snowfalls are my favorite. The white clumps somehow muting the world, muffling every sound except the pleasant crunch of snow compressing beneath clumsy winter boots. Of watching the snow fall, each flake on its own journey, together blanketing the fall-hardened ground in restful white. Dreading stepping into it, not wanting to mar to fl
DraftSitting at night in the cold and the dark and I can't quite get past how incredibey....lonely it is. It's just me and my lighter afloat in the ocean of pitch black. The dark makes everything so amazingly close. It's like everything is under-saturated by the lack of colour and life. No one's lights are on and it's like Nature knows that she's by herself. No one is watching so she's free to be volatile and mad. She's meaner spirited than in the day time, when she puts on a pretty Autumnal dress for the simple enjoyment of people. Instead, she hurls leaves and hushes as she pleases. Her tantrum and her stillness are like a child's, for her own mirth and by her changing whims.More Like This
The cold is isolating. It's this solitary, confining thing that mkes everything warm and good seem so far off. It's like I'm the last thing left that isn't hard and cold and empty. Maybe that's why Winter grates so roughly on people's nerves. It isolates them. It confines them into themselves with no escap
-insert awesome title here-As I lie there, all alone in my bed, trying to sleep, I long for you. I sit up in my bed, and wipe away the tears that I cry for you. It means more than just dry eyes to me. I'll never shed another tear for you. I want you, but I can't have you, I know that. It's still not enough just being your friend. I don't know what it is that I want exactly, just that it's not that. <3More Like This
Dark HeartCome into my worldMore Like This
I don't feel mercy anymore
Tonight, feel this sword
Baby, I feel nothing at all
I forget all your sweet kisses
for your absence in years
I remember the world of you
you can't love
It's a bad day for a bad girl
a long road for broken hearts
a good day for suicidal
a good place to die hard
Welcome me into your kingdom
I'll rest my body and soul
For such a long journey,
I've come to easy the pain
I don't know if I write to live
or if I live to write
I took time to understand life
To accept, to change side
A heart-shaped paper I folded
for you only, my fragile heart
A heart-shaped cloud starts to break
along with you, my fragile heart
Started from the bottom
In dolor, in sadness I was born
My heart is burning, mother
I cried sometimes within storm
All the talks and walks
scars all that's left
Things this heart longing for
my solace was left behind
The ProphecyThe ProphecyMore Like This
"When the hope of the world is slim,
When the thoughts Danarr grow dim,
A new hope will then arise,
Hidden by youths disguise.
Kings and common will bow in their wake,
A future well these three will make,
Followed by the Danarr anew,
The peace of the land they will pursue.
The war between elf and man,
Though thousands of years it does span,
Finds little ground with the three,
With their powers decree.
Continents will unite,
Behind their dynasties might,
An elf, a human, and a half-breed,
To the new future they will lead.
No longer of different race,
The race of Danarr shall now replace.
Though different they might be,
And troubles they will see,
The years of waiting are for them,
Of light or shadow they condemn."
DestinyWe all have our own purpose.More Like This
Maybe it's to save the world.
Or just to get up in the morning.
We all have our hopes dreams and aspirations.
But we also have our destiny.
It is what guides our hand in the full picture.
It's what steers us from what we want and what we need.
But I'm going tear free.
I'm going to fly, even if I'm meant to walk.
I don't need destiny guiding me.
That's what maps are for.
The ThreeI am the DawnMore Like This
I am the Twilight
I am the Dusk
Together we are One
We are the Same
We are Opposites of the Other
Each one has lived since the Beginning
The Beginning of Lyfe
We have witnessed the Keeper's birth
We have seen the Space from Beyond
Winding out to the far reaches
Tyme newly borne
Its Innocence forevermore Preserved
I am the Dawn
Golden and Illuminating
The wings of the Lyght envelope me
I blind you humans as the Daystar
The radiance of my Lyght shall blind
If any dare to gaze upon Me.
Wielding the Sword of Judgment
I smite those who have been Branded
Forever turned to ash
I am the Twilight
Seek solace in my dimness
Allow your mind to wander
To think of impossible
To Imagine great things
O wise Humans
I wield the Shield of Truth
Forever Protecting the Truth
I am the Dusk
Seek sleep beneath my blanket
Thrive in the Darkness
Survive on the blood of Humanity
My Children of the Night,
Thrive under the Moon Give thanks to t
The Three Passionate Sisters.The three passionate sisters.More Like This
Once upon a time, there was sister and she could have anything she desired. She asked to feel no pain, hear no hurt and see no sorrow. She was blessed with the ability to numb all of these horrid human things in the form of appetite. Whenever the sister felt any sort of discomfort with her surroundings her appetite would crush any feeling of vulnerability. In time, this sister built a fortress and used her appetite as the ultimate shield. No evil on earth could touch her. Safe behind her walls she often dreamed of what lay beyond, is there anything else to feel other than fear ? How could she know if all she felt was emptiness ? Too afraid to seek out what lay beyond her world, she stayed numb and very much alone. She could not risk letting in the unknown for she was not prepared. In the depths of her hollows she continued to daydream of something better but she always ended with the thought ' But at least I am safe here.'
Once upon a time, there was a gra
AngelsThree angelsMore Like This
In a room,
Protect one another.
Protect one another
Guard each other
who seek to harm.
SistersSistersMore Like This
I'd like to inform you…
[Not in person; I am too meek]
See, I have three sisters,
Each different and unique.
One finds herself unable to help
The others that she loves. But I will tell you now,
She has me smiling every time we speak.
If we are talking on the phone, I have to stuff
My face in a pillow or leave the room.
She and I look nothing alike.
People have told me that. And I think to myself, and [always] voice my thoughts,
The outside doesn't matter. I love her. She makes me smile.
I would die without her.
For her, I would walk a thousand miles.
My dear, sweet, talented, lovely sister,
You don't realize how important you are to me.
And for that, I am sorry.
Another sister is my idol.
Everything she does has me drooling after her.
Her hair, her smile, her body, her title
In life; Everything.
She has her moments in life where she
Stops to look at herself in the mirror
And sees something I don't see;
In her eyes, she is ugly. In my eyes,
She is beautiful. [[It's not just me]]
A sister is...More Like This
A sister is your guardian angel if she's older,
and your constant shadow if she's younger.
She's your best friend in all your endeavours.
Your confidant, protector of your heart,
and secret keeper. A sister can also be
your enemy; you best adversary at times
She keeps all of your secrets, even the tough
ones. She's the one to tell you constantly
how pretty you are, partly because you look
similar in some ways. Your sister is the one to call when that one
person talks to you; especially when they decide to break your heart.
Also she's the first one vowing to beat them up
if they break your heart.
Your sister is your mother at a younger age.
Not only is she your savior
shall anything happen to you, she also knows
what to do to make you feel better and wipe
away the tears. A sister is your only friend
when all others have walked out, especially
when you need a friend the most.
She knows what makes you laugh, cry, and
most times is the one to make you laugh
and cry. She gi
BrotherDo you remember that day we met, my dear?More Like This
That day, that was the start of everything.
I was confused, sad and lonely.
I couldn't take one more step.
I just wanted someone to hold me.
But no one seemed to care.
You were the one to catch me before I fell.
You didn't know me, but you held me tighter.
My soul was crying and you were the one to hear.
You held my hand through the dark road.
You helped me regain trust in more than me.
What did I do to deserve your kindness?
During that time you cared for me,
I always thought dearly of you.
When I was hurt or lost,
You were always the one to find me right away.
Now that I am standing on my own two feet,
I still wish you were with me every day.
I love you so much that it makes me lose my words.
I can still feel the warmth of your heart,
The warmth that rescued me when I was falling apart;
Thanks to you my heart was reborn.
Please hold me tighter, and don't let me go.
Because you're my family, you belong in my heart.
You're my Brother, dear; I d
brother my brotherAs a child, to me you were a knight,More Like This
Your armour gleaming shiny and bright,
You were a hero with courageous fire,
And I always wanted to be your squire.
Older now, your armour starts to rust,
Keep moving, you know you must!
I don't have the words to tell you,
You're my hero, yes it's true.
to leave now seems cruel fate,
to which you barely show your hate,
but your still my hero, MY brother
so I never trade you for another.
brother why did you leave meSometimes I wish the skyMore Like This
would simply blow across the ground
like ragtime leaves of old newspapers
(because I am scared of being alone).
If only the trees could talk, I would believe
in life for then the world would fill, almost as easily with
nonchalance, and birds would rest on the arms of oaks and men alike
(all greatness aside).
This I know
I think I can hear a train rushing,
the whistle of a bird.
When everything is still as
the beautiful second
you walk through the path
of a speeding black car (old mister time, his foot on the gas),
with its thunderous crash:
(three worlds destroyed: Mom's, Dad's, and mine)
your brains like oil slick from the parked exhaust
(of the ambulance) discoloring the hot asphalt,
then I can know what you are made of, when everything is still as
the little specks of love and loss: your Memory
which drips between two blades of grass, then
stills (like a lake in all silence,
hours after the storm