rainy day

wet busses
driving cowerd
funny faces
blue streets
and blue blue drops
streaming with the
perfect make up
down on...
umbrellas don't
protect from tears
so what the hell
i'm getting wet...
i'm dancing in the rain
like small baby
like a fool
i am dancing
running out
from the crying busses
honey are you there?
i'm out
i collect some tears
one by one
till i turn blue
blue in the memories
it's just more more fun
i wanna turn blue

scary movie

przykro
bo nie bedzie jutra
a tyle mam do opowiedzenia
slepiec prowadzi glupca
zadaje niemowie pytania
wyszedles przed pointa
zanim sie popcorn skonczyl
i cicho trzasnales drzwiami
lod sie stopil
i oblepil palce
zamknelam tecze w szklance


it's sad
that tomorrow
will never happen
the blind leads an idiot
i ask the dumb a question
you've left not waiting for a point
before the popcorn went out
the ice has melted
and stucked to my fingers(....)

waker ;)

poranne wnioski
wysuwane spod koldry
jak zimny nos
rozsadek
rozbrzmiewa budzikiem
piec minut za wczesnie
trzeba zakryc poduszka
lub biec. szybko.
nadgryziona kanapka
i niedokonczony sen
mozna sie ludzic ze wroci
lub nie przyjsc znow na kartkowke
wybor wyborem
a w tym przypadku
poprawki nie bedzie
...wiec pędzę

little girl's dreams

little girl's dreams
red wellingtons
in a green puddle
small umbrella
and chocolat hands
it would be really fine
for her
never to buy
lillies nor black purses
never to grow up
it would be fine
but as a matter of fact
it's not just fine
not at all
but a lot of more :)


marzenia malej dziewczynki
czerwone kalosze
w zielonej kaluzy
i maly parasol
rece upaprane czekolada
i byloby przeciez tak pieknie
nie musiec kupowac
lili i czarnych torebek
nigdy nie dorosnac
byloby pieknie
a nie jest
jest piekniej

join me

stay!
so these eyes
looking from the mirror
don't judge me
every morning
life sentence-
hasn't tried at all-
green evil minded glance
join!
in my morning coffees
clumsy endeavour
brown nail polish
stay!
in spite of
rainy expectations
sneering black clouds
in the minute i forget
stay!

przemyslenia wieczorne

schizofrenia
rozdwojenie jazni
rozdwojenie mnie
widelec czasu i przestrzeni
w krzywym zwierciadle
odbija sie twoj smiech
wracam skad pochodze
wracam tu gdzie jestem
w szklanej kuli
przegladam mysli
nie moge dopasowac...
rozbite lustro
krolowa sniegu
w sercu oku
kawa bez cukru
parze palce swoimi lzami
tancze na wietrze
z hustawkami

''staczac sie trzeba powoli, zeby starczylo na cale zycie''

i wrote you
on the wind
glass medulla
the rest went missing...
absent minded
absent hearted
absence..
absence is manifested
through non-existence
the emptiness of
silent nostalgia
and cold memories
harmoniously to lack
of common sence
i'm sinking....
dreaming about
falling down
as furious as fast
and it should hurt
otherwise it will ever-last

vanitas....

znalazlas mnie
nad ranem
a ja taka
nieuczesana
nieumalowana
nie pozegnalam sie z siostra
nie dopilam herbaty
nie chce
nie chce z toba isc...
w za duzej koszuli
w kapciach pluszowych
jak stanac mam przed Bogiem..

you found me
sleeping peacefully
my hair so undone
and i'm so not made up..
without saying goodbye
neither to my sister
nor to myself...
i haven't drunk my tea!
and you've come
-persona non grata
never desired lover-
insisting on me
never to wake up
never to see
how the cherry tree blossoms..
so here i am
wearing this funny t-shirt
and holding a teddy bear
you could've said
something
i would've made some coffee
we would've waited
for them to wake up
please leave ..
i don't wannt to talk to God
yet...

tanczac wokol ciemnych luster dni

why dou you
always try from begin
even your hair
are growing again
to cover weird dreams
you only fight
with the wind
dark side of yourself
where no stars have been seen
and lilies fade
but i still water them
with this one good thought
this one shiveery
you would never get to know
and i almost forgot
so i have closed them
in the dancing mirrors
false-mirrors of the past
the dark sparkling picture
and not existing spell
to see them ever again

''what if we were born as sages '' XD

what if everything
were different
moon so dewy
sun were whispered
the rain dry
and the wind were only mine
what if we were born
as sages
with whole knowledge
no mistakes
and would die as new born babies
not praying to escape
what if there were
only answers
and we were to look for questions
x&y
black- white screenshots
i would be the question

snij kochanie snij...

what are your dreams about
when nights
so really quiet
and you fall asleep
tell me
where do your dreams go...
do they take you far away
to the land you've always missed
are you the queen
or slave
can you smell the rain
are you a mind-reader
or maybe you're a god
do you fight...
...make love
or have you found secret garden
full of gold
where do your dreams take you
when you escape from the day
what do they show you
how do they talk
with your tired thoughts
where have you been
and what have you seen
when your eyes were closed....

red dress

the poems
i have written
and photos
that have been taken
the words
that i have said
kisses
you gave me
these thoughts
and few morning fears
as black as sweet coffees
too much wine
vanila sky
cigarettes
and sleepless nights
sleep well
dreams don't taste bitter
even if they die

even if...

strawberries-
funny dreams
sticking to my fingers
like glue
sticking to my
memories
of me myself and my....
the sweetnes
of thoughts
even if they are not true
a minute before
you wake up
i can fly
and i still believe
this all is only mine

evening thoughts

that night
under arachid tree
the time was found-
noosed
various
he found himself
fourth dimension
flattened dimensional
somewhere beside him
my eye
and always listening ear
apart from that
there was nothing
non-existing nothing

i argued with god
i yelled that i hate him
and that the wallpaper sucks
he looked
smiled
and said nothing
he new i'm not gonna
move out

Ne treba Nikamo ici Nigdje drugdje Traziti Sto jest I tu je

chcialabym
wiersz napisac
na marmurowym nagrobku
co zamknal czyjes zycie
w dwoch datach
odtad dotad
chcialabym sama usnac
snem marmurowego nagrobka
otworzyc raj dla kogos
wiecznego noworodka

i'd like to
write a poem
on the marble gravestone
which closed someones life
in two dates
from that time forth-as far as here
i'd like to fall asleep
like the marble gravestone
and open heaven in heaven
for eternal new-born

stone

i was born
as a stone
more stony can not happen
in every part
even if you break
more stone only
i've been
under water for
thousands years
and none of
wet drops
came inside
got warm in the sun
but have never
felt it inside
so if you break me
don't expect to see
anything but stone
in every part
like there has been no way out
stone and stone
and some much more

daily news

for those
who may not wake up tomorrow...
it's going to be a sunny morning
but don't worry
you won't need sun-glasses
it shall rain in the afternoon
but umbrellas are unnecessary
in the case of death
there might be a thunder
about midnight
but any of these noises
would keep you awake
so please turn the lights down
goodnight and goodluck
go drinking go dancing
go fooling around
just don't make it stop
maybe she'll forget to come
...

fix you

czesgo wy wszyscy
ode mnie chcecie
od niepokojow
strachow i placzow
w moim ogrodzie
przekwitly chmury
hustawki
a przeciez
....mam je od ciebie

why is it always
so hard to admit
why would you ask
if there are no answers
no shadows on then pavement...
and than
like sleeples night..
it comes
like dream
where your all swings die
like in my garden
even full of sun
but the rain falls down
like when you find out
you've lost the game
and you can't let go
so you play...