niedziela, 22 kwietnia 2012
missing hands the warmth of my mother's palm on my head brushing the whole sadness off your fingers on my skin tickling and curiously discovering impatiently and arms I can safely fall asleep in missing is not a state of mind it's real it's physical like a touch
wtorek, 10 kwietnia 2012
it's not a new chapter it's a whole new book I'm learning you like reading for the first time looking forward to see your eyes again feel your hand it's so prosaic and so amazingly beautiful you swing my moods letting me believe that I'm worth it all and more that you're waiting and longing and it will go on together just got the new meaning
sobota, 07 stycznia 2012
It took just few minutes surprised me how quick and how painful is abortion of my love to you in a way it was easier than I ever expected just needed to tell you in my weakest moment that I'm leaving you because the feelings I have for you are unbearable impossible to carry on my own so now I'm going away and responsibility is yours do whatever you want with that knowledge don't tell me punish me with your silence but that love is not mine anymore how strange to find it feels like giving birth to the dead child beginning of an end now I know those guilt worms eating me from inside disguised themselves for butterflies in my stomach leaving you is not easy and it hurts tears me apart gives me thousand doubts breaks me in half and tells me stories of lands with no hope but as well that could be one of your lies killing another piece of my heart which tells me there is no other way just to say good bye
poniedziałek, 12 grudnia 2011
I don't miss you and I do And long for your word, sign of living and the same moment don't care as I feel you don't about me. It doesn't hurt much more than the bee sting -it's there swells and feels uncomfortable but I know it will go sooner or later Good I'm not allergic I'll live Opposite to the poor bee it's not the question of survival
piątek, 02 grudnia 2011
wtorek, 04 października 2011
WHEN
I'll see you and you'll touch me get on me like lava turn me into magma under your hands melt me caress me let me forget the stone I was I'll meet you to taste the salt of your caramel body and of my tears next morning when I'll wake up alone
piątek, 16 września 2011
wtorek, 13 września 2011
fear of falling for you grows in my guts. there is no space for us on entire globe yet we still manage to cross our paths you asking me what I'm afraid of while I'm in your arms, and I'm thinking about the moment when you will have to walk away and I'll be going back to my life with burden of all emotions and feelings for you because I believe in love at first touch...
sobota, 13 sierpnia 2011
thinking about the passing time, life patterns, longing for, needs, what means being a good person, is there any place on earth I can say I belong to etc I'm thinking with pictures and cannot describe 'em in words. like transpotting- stream of images, melting one into another, my thoughts flow and I cannot properly catch any of them. somewhere where was your face for a split second there is a sand of a beach by the Thames and in next few moments it's a child with ice-cream. this kind of stream is unstopable, like a daydream from that morning in a park long time ago I remember sun on the grass and smell of coffee. and that I felt really happy and sad at the same moment
piątek, 24 czerwca 2011
spinoza
'Fear cannot be without hope nor hope without fear'I felt that for last few days. now there is no fear so no hope. or maybe the other way around. tired of being hopeful and scared. mentally and physically.I'm joining the orphan club there is no way back, no hope, no arms to be wrapped in to take my sorrow away. I wish to see my mother's smile, feel touch of her hand on my head, hear her gentle voice when she was telling me she loves me. instead I can stand by her bedside and look at her powerless body. she is so fragile... I cannot imagine my life without her guidance. without her sweet embrace. without her kindness and warmth. world is becoming a dark and cold place |
