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I miss youIf there could be any way
That I could just reach your hand
And hold it tight in mine
Is it so far away
I just seem to be unable
To catch it
I love you
The moon's full now
And keeps me awake
All along the dark night
The stars get weaker every time
I look above at them
And you aren't there
I love you
It's been too long
Your eyes are fading from my mind
I can't remember them in detail
Your face's lines
Are blurry when I try to see it in my head
I love you
I miss you too much even
My tears are all used up
My eyes are dry as the cold wind
Blowing around me
I'm frozen to the bones
I miss you
Autumn's arrivalClouds flying over
Bringing rain and wind
From the west
Making the mornings and evenings
Darker bit by bit
Sown all over the sky
Accompanying the cold moon
Sleeping deep as a rose
Covered with dew
Dreamy nightShe sat on the cathedral
Looking at the stars at night
Trying to count them all
But there were more than
She could ever imagine
She was accompanied
By the moon
The huge night
Was like a big black space
In front of her
But the stars came to her
And gave her imagination
She saw a little bear
Sleeping on the moon
And a smile appeared on her face
She dozed off
When a thousand snowy little birds
Came to close her eyes
And cover her
With a woolen duvet
To keep her warm
During this frozen dark night
I miss youWhile the year will be moving on
The autumn leaves will fall
I will wear a coat and my ochre colored trousers
And I'll think of you
Christmas will come soon
And snowflakes will whiten the roofs and trees
Bells will ring
A Christmas tree will be cheering up the house
And I'll think of you
New Year will follow as well
With all its fireworks and feasts
I'll wish you a happy new year from afar
Full of good moments and luck
Spring will show up again
With Carnival and Easter eggs
It will make me feel light and cheerful
But there will be a few tears
And I'll think of you
Summer will follow and dry the tears
And at the end of August
After all the vacation
We will meet again the last week
After a year full of ups and downs
But a hug will fix my broken heart
Before scars show up again
For a next year
Running through the crackling snow
Under my feet
Everything is white
White and frozen
I hear the trees
Whisper to each other
Words of secrets
I see the ravens fly away
Flapping their wings
As I pass by
Closer and closer
My breaths freeze
Into a white cold cloud
Nobody to be seen
Only the footprints I left behind me
When I close my eyes
A thousand snow white wolves
By my sides
Their ocean blue eyes
Freezing my heart
Cold but warm
At the same time
LostIf I walk down this street
Tonight it's too silent
The stars are away
The moon hides somewhere else
I can't hear a noise
I can't see anything
Groping in the dark
Trying to find a way
Someone help me out
Before I'm taken away
Fading in black
Seized by darkness' claws
Fly with meIf we could just
Fly up into the sky
And chase the dreams we have
I'll show you the most beautiful places
And the most beautiful nature
If you will keep holding my hand
And kiss me once in a while
We'll walk on the clouds
Grey or white or pink
No matter if it starts to rain
WinterThe sun is shining bright
The stars show up at night
But when I think of you
I feel like I'm cosily wrapped in
An autumn scarf
My hands in my coats woolen pockets
Watching the wind carry the leaves
Further and further
The sky is blue and clear
No clouds to be seen
But when I think of your eyes
I feel like I'm on a soft couch
In front of the warming fire
Watching the snowflakes fall down
Behind the window
The sun is dry and scorching
No rain to fall
But when I hear your voice
It sounds like a thousand bells
Ringing at Christmas Eve
While we're sitting next to
The Christmas tree
In the warm glow
Of the candles
Watching the snow
Holding frozen hands
As long asAs long as you'll come back
Once in a while
Just to see me again
And remember all the friendship
I'll keep smiling
I'll keep doing what I do
As long as I'll see your face
Once or twice in the year
I'll be happy
I'll keep dreaming
As long as you will
Show up again sometimes
Smile at me and look in my eyes
Do what you and I do
I won't be sad
I won't cry
A Poet's EchoCan poetry be felt in the blood, in the veins
with each lyric being harmonized through dreams slain
Each epic speaking of places both far and nigh
With each melancholic elegy seeping pain?
Can verse performed by thunderstorms in the sky
Be what compels us to express our hearts, to cry?
How many poems have been written using tears
As ink, written until our souls have been bled dry?
Have decades of weeping filled the seas with our fears
And our nightmares penetrated mountains likes spears?
Can a poet's echo resound beyond the chain
Of mortality and fate's tyrannical leer?
The mosaic of life.The streams of color,
flowing and endless.
The mosaic of life never ends,
all it does is start a new panel.
One to be filled in by you.
Poem for Lou ReedTruly singular, an outsider’s outsider,
He learned well life’s hard truths, and was walking proof that
Your thoughts are only as deep as your faults.
Subjected to psychic savagery in his youth,
His mind took on an ever-changing persona
Always shifting between fame and failure.
A misfit, a hustler, a rake, a transformer,
A rogue, but not a charlatan, an objector,
But not a coward, never a coward.
An expert spinner of verse, he possessed a knack
For feel, impact, attitude, style; he always knew
Which words were those worth the listener’s while.
His means and his methods were fittingly erratic:
He would spend his days crafting curiosities
Only to then neglect and forget them.
What was important, though, wasn’t his works or quirks,
Nor his talent for causing a storm at a stroke,
But what he and his friends set in motion.
They would, unwittingly, forever change the way
We’d hear the sounds the mind thought it already kn
I Am: 2I am only the friend you talk with in class, the neighbor you only wave hi to, and the student you pay no attention. I wait and
I wonder when someone will come and question me, question the things I do and why I do them for
I hear this floating voice that belongs to no one and
I see a shape that resembles a person and
I want no more than to mold and sharpen that image into someone... but
I fear that will never happen for
I am only the friend you talk with in class, the neighbor you only wave hi to, and the student you pay no attention.
I pretend to actually talk with my friends, face to face instead over wavelengths of the internet; hear their voice and see their smiles and stupid hand gestures! I felt...
I feel like they're really there. That people I've never met are with me in my room, sitting next to me- and I really want that. I know
I touch them; emotionally, that is.
I worry about that, actually. I'm happy to know that I've had an impact on people I will never know. And more tha
The Beginningons ago, before time and space,
Was born a set of twins who took its place.
One had eyes of daybreak and hair of sun,
The other, hair of night and eyes of blood.
Born to Laelia, Singer of Light and Love,
Husband to Laelius, God who rules with a fitted glove.
‘Twas a difficult birth, screams echoed through the empty world,
But Laelia was never alone or so the story told.
Lucifer was first, life entered with hollow cries,
Laurentius was next, his smiles greeted by butterflies.
Both welcomed with joyous celebration.
Excited Laelius, humans, his creation.
The Twins then never left each others sides.
Except when heavy choices caused morals to collide.
Why I Hold On TighterThe gunshot echoes penetrating the air,
Increasing tensions in military warfare.
Knives that puncture and slice apart,
Fists of rage that damage skin and heart.
Explosions and smoke so sudden and fast,
No time to recover from the devastating blast.
A moment frozen in time after the disease diagnosed,
Tears falling on a body lifeless and comatose.
Car horns and screeching wheels on the pavement so loud,
Two victims of a crash of the rain from a cloud.
Though all of these things do not fill me with fright,
It is to you, my dear, they make me hold tight.
NietykalneWięzione w drewnianej szkatule,
Na swoją kolej czekają.
Chłód otula je czule,
Samotnie w ciemnościach mieszkają.
Ubywa ich z każdą nocą,
I z każdym wschodem słońca.
Choć zadziwiają swą mocą,
To złudny jest w grze tej brak końca.
Aż dnia pewnego odpłyną,
Nie będzie do czego wracać,
Gdyż sny są ulotną chwilą;
Nie można ich w palcać obracać.
Poetic DarknessPoetic Darkness
We are made of waiting—
Bending over, stabbing the chest,
Nothing but bullets and pain.
Then why did I cry today,
When I dreamt your suicide note?
All day long I had been carrying these tears hidden.
You feel as if the music is happily heading
like mountain chains, hurdling ridges, peaks and mesas.
The thought will flicker, and then go out.
A dove wing folded
Is merely bent, beaten.
And then the devil glances into the room.
He’s like a crow in a crowd of magpies.
The saints and the sinners say the same thing:
“Today, like every other day, we wake up empty,”
“Night also sleeps,”
“Desire is a cold drink,”
“Nothing in nature is a metaphor.”
Beautiful, really, the way the buildings fall in.
hey newton, gravity's flawedi.
starting anew from the flutter
and the sputter of lungs.
a vacant sea filled with feathers
and tumultuous clatter,
ribs in a treacherous pattern
resembling exiting rungs.
i want to wrestle the angels,
your tendency is the ladder.
involved with full indiscretion,
trading lazy for lace.
unspool the curse of the long-
limbs in a languorous flexion
i like the stab of the ankles,
you need the curves intersected.
opting to cull my extents
with trans-dimensional vigor.
spent my dysphoric corrections
on reconnecting lax ends.
lips in a spurious accent
feign a passionate rigor.
i tie myself to the anchor,
you extricate and ascend.
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