Feb 7
calamity
i only wanted love
from you,
I only wanted a sound
pair of hands
to keep me safe
but you gave me cold
fingers and bruised
blue words
so now, i must go
running to softer
sunsets
before i lose myself
in your dark blue
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calamity
i only wanted love
from you,
I only wanted a sound
pair of hands
to keep me safe
but you gave me cold
fingers and bruised
blue words
so now, i must go
running to softer
sunsets
before i lose myself
in your dark blue
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IV - Wear
Sometimes a fan.
Folds full of words.
For this one. For that one. For the others.
Open. Close.
The letters tremble.
The material gives way.
Too often.
No cooling. No calm.
Open. Or closed.
From Thich Nhat Hanh’s poem ”This Body is not Me”
w żuchwach majorowy ukrop my basowym krokiem przez ucho igielne "pokój wam bracia i siostry Pan nas powołał by zwiastować groove"
#techgnoza
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green and white, red stripes
stick stacked on empty milk crates
and my lovely purse rests on the smallest tier
with daisies tucked in my ear 😊
Seeds of Solace
Words rise like breath, unseen, untold, A gentle wave, a story old. Through air they dance, on currents fly, To mend the soul, beneath the sky.
In silent cells, a voice takes hold, A warmth unfolds, a strength untold. With open heart, and spirit free, I welcome peace, eternally.
Biały gniew
Twoje krwawe brzmienie trwało nieprzerwanie,
niczym żyletka pieszcząca moją duszę.
Zanim zamilkło na zawsze,
nadając niewdzięcznej pustki…
Pustka.
Pustka.
Pustka.
Kolejne drzwi,
następne noce…
Co się dzieje?
Ciemność wskazuje mi sens,
szczęście przytłacza,
kolce stają się moim uwolnieniem.
Płynę w myślach,
topię się w nieistniejących wyznaniach,
jakby szum drzew wymazywał moje najskrytsze wspomnienia.
A nadchodzący koniec
nadszedł wraz z otępieniem
w twoim blasku oczu.