wtorek, 24 września 2013

my time is gonna come


In this land the children tear their hearts in half.
Let me explain. If ten things are wanted, only ten
can be had. If a stand of birches is found to be made of tin,
the soil around them will bleed with rust. In this land children
study their magazines in broad daylight, and in their books
any soldier who stumbles will not fall. No one will fall,
a gift parents try not to make much of. At every meal
some is set aside. In every garden a patch lies fallow. At parties
there are whispers of illegal cheeses. Camembert, especially,
is said to taste alive. And so the children learn
to make room. To leave some.
Nothing will come, but nothing will go.
To love like this half must rattle in its pit.



sobota, 31 sierpnia 2013

DO IT

There is no time for wasting any time enjoy your life  even if it is devoid of color ....sometimes it is enough to spill some paint ...move beyond ....







wtorek, 27 sierpnia 2013

At least

I'm still alive and I don't know why?
My heart survived falling from the butterfly sky.

Caught by the hands of destiny.
With visions only I can see!

My love I heard your call.
Wings of a butterfly broke my fall.

Love motion is in the air, a love no one can compare.
Indulging a look-a stare~that we both share.

Reminiscing our love made out of steal.
Awe~:*! To  them butterfly kisses that felt so real!

Flowing like Amazing Grace, 
a shining light upon my face.

I traveled fast and far, longing to be in your arms.
I desire the warm sensation of your charms.

Your safe love will help me carry on,
with the strength and bond~the love you set upon.

Nothing is better than a sensual butterfly kiss.
Beyond the sensation of heaven's pure bliss.

Fluttering in the clouds aiming for the moon.
A dream of reality, out of my cocoon I bloom!

Valued by the art of true beauty and it's rarity.
True love flapping in the mist of clarity.

I entwine that I am yours and you are mine.
Bonded together till the end of time.

With the vision my heart is no longer blind.
Two broken heart at last combined.

I glide below to touch your lip.
Our lashes touch from tip to tip.

Caressing each other as our wings expand
Two heart two kisses collide and land

Holding your hand reaching to the rainbow sky.
Kisses:*kisses:* like the butterfly!


niedziela, 18 sierpnia 2013

Cliff

I met a boy a very good boy and I loved Him even if I know it was bad to happend when I saw him and felt... something I was sure that I don't want to taste this becouse I don't want to lose this , so I tried very hard to not be introduced...but  however,I found out to be too weak for this feeling especially when it turn out that he is everything that I ever wanted and I give in so badly. One day He asked me " have you ever seen how is burning wood discarded by sea? " and I say " no , never.." he smiled and put some branches and he just build a fire it was amazing salt from the sea was burning in blue It was my best night ever we were siting all night and talking about everything .
 I did not think that someone with such a beautiful face can be even more beautiful inside.I didn't told you back but I truly love you too B******. 





wtorek, 25 czerwca 2013

Nightmares

A few days ago nightmares began to hunt me every single night the same things it was well until I found out what is that mean and I'm deadly scared now . The dream is about my deceased from several years
Great-grandmother . Place of a nightmare is my grandmother house al;l famili is in the house and we are waiting for resurrection of the great-grandmother . By all dream I feel like we are doing something wrong  something forbidden I feel anxiety but the desire to raise  her is stronger . In that dream is darkly I can hear the sounds of the storm very strong gale and strong rhythmic rain . Despite the fact that I look forward to her eagerly I am scared of her coming . The first day of the first dream when for the first time she resurrected she was trembling from the cold she was sitting on a sofa in the kitchen like she use to she was wearing her ordinary suit she was trembling from the cold we put thick blankets on her she was smiling with eyes closed i hug her hard and then I asked her " How is ther Grandma ? " she could not say anything and she only said  that " HE only said he wants to change the world modernize it..". I retread to tell it others then she grabbed me by my shoulders and I saw a huge man he was standing back to me infront of him I saw a world  with
huge gloomy buildings above them stretched the endless sea of lava .Then HE turned to me His profile and I saw His baleful  smile on his face then  suddenly across the buildings passed some kind of shiver and buildings have changed in a higher and more sinister. Monstrous image dissolve like mist and I was back  in my grandmother house . Another dreams are equally frightening. 


piątek, 21 czerwca 2013

I have to hide for now .


E. E. Cummings  - If

If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,
Life would be delight, —
But things couldn’t go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I’d be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn’t be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair, —
Yet they’d all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn’t be we.