A/N: Dedicated to awesome Carole
Enjoy, hunny

"Bury"

Bury everything in my skin;
give me your sins
your desolation
Banish your smile
and forgive me for mine

Someone will believe in you- break your hope against
falling cliffs
The air is drowning in your veins
Plead to underground angels to release control-
you need to let it go,
if you’re alone you won’t smile
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A/N: Pisane pewnie tak koło pierwszej w nocy- jak zacznę narzekać na brak snu, możecie więc mi śmiało wytknąć, że marnuję noce na własne życzenie.

Z dedykacją dla wspaniałej, niepowtarzalnej, jedynej, cudownej, złotej Monisi ;) (zresztą, większość rzeczy pisałam dla mojej ulubionej czytelniczki :* )

( Barom mlecznym mówimy stanowcze: eeetam! )

Ever read warnings from medicine's leaflet?
No?
I wish I hadn't- it seems you can die on everything from just taking a panadol!
The list of possible complications is twice as long as to what the pills work against- and, most worryingly, it contains some very strangely sounding words.

On a more brighter side: Your guide to everything evil!
So, you ( Read more... )

'Paradise'

You hear moans from the room,
light and unoppresive in
their ignorance of your presence,
a stranger contamplating a variety of
white shades.

There is pain and recognition and then
there is denial of what you resigned from.
You. Modern woman, aware of her
status and worth.
You. Beautiful and dangerous, desired
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Random irony: You wish for something for years. Then it happens. And then you're just trying to get yourself out of it and all the mess that was created ( Read more... )

One of the masters of creating an atmosphere- and author of the first poem I ever read in English (couple of years ago, and I didn't understand half of the words he had used)

I like sometimes to just look at this one- it just has the right rhytm...

“Eldorado”

Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
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“Every man”
Dedicated to
Franz Kafka

Joseph K. dies like every man.
He dies alive, watching rising sun
And disappearing face behind the
Dusty window.

His killer is alive too.
He kills and stays alive, cause it’s
Not true that you rip yourself into
pieces with the swift movement of a knife.
Stays whole, watching droplets of
Blood on a cold perfection
Showed ( Read more... )

This is my very first poem written in English- I reckon it's a few months old at the moment. I hope someone (except for me, that is ;)  ) will like it. Whatever your opinion, however, please comment- I've checked, it takes no more than 2-4 minutes if you're feeling creative and want to write a lot.
No more than a minute if you're in secretive mood.
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