no hour has come

the heat disables thinking.like if the celss weren't able to communicate, like if there were no place for thoughts,for any brain activity except from overwehlming need of sleeping of hiding.the air burns and hurts my eyes. i woke up thinking i'm gonna be late for my train but there was no train for me.
the hour didn't strike, no hour has stricken.
the clock's empty face laughs.
my soul presses my body. Dreaming hurts..because non-existence is nearer as it has ever been.
I'm waiting for Pimko to take me back to school. I'm waiting... waiting for darkness for rain for shadow for something to happen. I'm waiting listening to Ferdydurke, read by Fronczewski, i'm trying to read Brothers Karamazow, but Dostoyewski has never experienced such a heat, obviously, the letters change too fast, the book is written too fast, i can't follow..

nothing's here to fear

nothing's here to fear
pretty girls stupid girls
under-cover
small umbrella
i got wet again
sneezing dizzy
i have watched
my perfect make up
swimming 'round my face
around my lips right on to
my white transparent dress
nothing's here to fear
the door is closed
and the music on
i drink my tea
i'm thinkinf of
i'm thinking of..
the blanket is too short
my feet got cold again
nothing's here to fear
some new face in the mirror
some new scent on the pillow
maybe will re-new
will refresh not-made-yet-photos
nothing's here to fear
cause on those new ones
it won't be you
it will not be you

quiz

quiz o wszechwiedzy kosmopolityki
odpowiedz nie padnie choc kazdy ja zna
quiz dotyczy mnie
zadam ci pytan..kilka
odpowiedz odbija sie w szybach i lustrach
alicja sie staje bezglosna
zza ram wyglada ciekawie
maleje tonie we lzach i rosnie
zasady sa proste
nie pojal ich nikt
zabawa w pytaniach ukryta
po co dlaczego
od kiedy i jak
zabawa w pytaniach sie kryje
wygranej nie ma
odpowiedz nie padla odkrywcza
bo nie jest oczekiwana
czas sie juz konczy
i moderator ziewa
pytania zadane
i zzieleniale twarze
wykrzywiaja miny zszokowane

are you afraid of the dark?

from under the cherry tree
the shadows i cut out
i twist around my fingers
into my glass i pour
the cherry shadow
between flying dragons of those thoughts
during the days when i think to much
in cherry tree's shadow
my words lay down
my thoughts are resting
till the night comes...

i got the ride to the stars

you're haunting me
so i run faster
i'll fly while losing
the ground under my feet

086 somehow

today fell on me rumbling
i'm running blindly stumbling on those fuzzy doubts
wearing my black sunglasses
couse i forgot to paint my smile
today fell on me suddenly
with all it's truths with lies
emotions' imitations
are choaking in own throat before spitting it out
i'd auction them with miro
scribbler's best artwork still sucks
my introverted exhibitionism
lie detector detectors detector-ish
confirms- she lies
among trees in my castle
queen and king
marzipan lies and chocolate ones
melted in my hand
hidden 'tween yours..again


dzis spadlo na mnie zbyt wczesnie
nie widze cieni
przemykam szaroscia
jednolitosc litoscia
i w gardle staje mi oscia
dzis spadlo na mnie tak nagle
zdlawionym hukiem
kropla okraglasci wiecznoscia
ku doskonalosci nieskonczonosci
i w drzewach sie kryjesz
w marcepanowym zamku
w mojej zbyt cieplej dloni
topniejesz

anxiety

i've married my anxiety
of tomorrow morning
in cemetery phantoms' chapel
night spetre was a priest
my bridesmaid was the death
i've fallen in love with my own fear
and he loves me yet

pokochalam swoj strach
przed jutrzejszym porankiem
oczarowal mnie zielenia swych oczu
z ktorych wygladal maly smutny chlopiec
poslubilam swoj strach
w kosciele zjaw cmentarnych
ksiedzem byla nocna mara
moja druhna smierc
pokochalam moj sttrach
a on pokochal mnie


nie pamietam dokladnie jak to bylo....musze odkopac stare zeszyty...:-(