as sexy as cheesy

if i could if i should
if i oughta if i would
see your face
drink too much
cold martini and red wine
talk till dawn
count the stars
you would make me laugh
if you could if you should
if you oughta if you would
drink to much
dance all night
stare at sky
knowing that's as usual black
coverd with the stars
if you would....
would you be in the mood?

echh ich kann kein foto hochladen :/ wird später gemacht

autumn

like october trees
is our passion getting old
i waste myself in you
hoping
never to want more
never to claim more
to get old together
before the winter comes
before we'll see how the snow covers
the last cherry blossom

starzeje sie nasza namietnosc
jak drzewa pazdziernikowe
zuzywam sie w Tobie
chcac by nie chiec
by nie myslec
zestarzec sie razem
nim nadejdzie zima
snieg zakryje wstyd

imprezka poruchawczo zapoznawcza czyli fuck-round-and-get-known-party

odslona w czterech aktach
brudna scena
pijani aktorzy
i poczatkujacy rezyser
pani stasia
z kawa przy stole
i scenografia
wyznaczona premiera
i zupelny brak weny
az plakac sie odechciewa
poznow nocy
odszedlby nawet i dobry humor
ale juz nie wypada

4 act scene
the young director
and bunch of drunken actors
screen-(please never)-play
but every ticket sold out
deadline-friday
and no piece of inspiration
even the prompter is stoned
nothing but dust on the backstage
poor little lonely curtain
and never started stage design
they wouldn't have even laughed
but if everything is so fucked up
be honest..who cares

crying allowed

crying allowed
and who would laugh out loud
if crying is allowed
non little sad girls
nor clouds
nor drama queens
crying allowed
we're drawning
among blue tears
it's common to drop few
they die on the cheeks
together with make up
they roll down
to shivery lips
and who would smiley
if crying is allowed
any reason is good enough
crappy ugly faces
and i used to like blue.. so much
we're drawning
in puberty dream
to suffer for nations
broken hearts
to see even love through
the obscure grey window
i'd rather smoke, ladies
cheers

where is the what if the what is in why

ze wszystkich rzeczy wiecznych milosc trwa najkrocej

von allen ewigen sachen, die liebe dauert am kürzesten

i was at the cinemas today the film was iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii boring, so boring that people actually stopped living, they just stopped breathing. but this quote about eternal crap has burnt in my memorie .... it was smth.
for the next two weeks i'll be a mum. i would win the best mum ever reward ,i'm sure, but now i'm a little bit confused. i'm learning all tel numbers just in case...but in case of what..?!
also...i was about to write a poem a lot of on my mind today :D ok not really but who cares.
and the weather is getting inside me...awkward....


he took her for a walk
so small and tiny thing

she held his hand so tight
and everyone was laughing
the grass titters
and the earthworms are chuckling
so she's turning red
cause everyone's eyes on her
and it's not even raining


..............................echh it sux

playing god

girly day
sunny day
sunny girly day
i'm thinking!
i assume
i suppose i believe
i'm almost maybe for sure..
i'm thinking 'bout words
the most scary medly
thoughts and words
disgustful liquid sweet
i'm thinking of
things that occurred
i'm thinking 'bout
matters that are happening
i'm thinking
-save me my angel!-
about future
i'm thinking
i'm sinking
i'm mad

:D

para-dox

you'd come home late
as always
embraced me
lay down
smoked a cigarette
drank tea
you'll give a lecture tomorrow
about something
i don't even get
you'll tell me to be strong
but now
so small
violative and trusting
you're sleeping in my bed


i've found no photo i could post :-/ whatever, anyone who reads this may create one's own story according to this smth i have written and probably it will match as any other photo
goodnight, i'm going to bed :)

envy

my evil fairy
has written those days
my dear i've missed you
my love are you mad
i open pandora's box
misfortune combs my hair
my guardian angel
heaven refugee
munches red apples
one after another
free will is bullshit
you try and you're out
stay blind so you stay
i have seen heaven
long corridors white
filled out with short handed peolpe
have never hurt anyone
taken none dollar have never ever slapped
stucked in jacket pockets
afraid to show their disabilities
it might have been heaven
but maybe ithe hell i have seen

miss or mr

i miss you
like the school bus
that comes five minutes too soon
i miss you
like i miss the point
when all those staring eyes
...at me
you miss out
like espresso
when i'm exhausted
and already too late
i miss you
like an opportunity
to win a big roun million
i mss you
like you miss me
without any reason
i miss out
i give it a miss
i miss you
like i always did

insomnia

i haven't slept at all
few years back from now
i've cought each breath
have closed it
under my big red pillow
i haven't slept at all
few shadows
on the ceiling
they are turning
my never dreamt nightmares
the shadows turn around
cram-full martini glass
abd teddy bear
he strokes my hair

don't

don't
let me fly
i'm flying way too high
i'm falling way too fast
i'm breathing
don't
let me stay
i'm staying way too long
i'm moving way too fast
i'm singing
don't
let me cry
i'm crying over clouds
i'm laughing way too loud
i'm dreaming
don't
let me run
i'm coming back
so scarce