You catch my attention

you catch my attention
you are different but so human
distant but full of warmth
you are nice but not fake
with me your secrets are safe
you are a sailor of beautiful
thoughts swimming towards me
you are many birds

Przyciagasz moja uwage
jestes inny ale tak bardzo ludzki
daleki ale pelen ciepla
jestes mily ale nie sztuczny
ze mna twoje sekrety sa bezpieczne
jestes zeglarzem pieknych mysli
plynacych ku mnie
jestes kluczem ptakow

More

the walls are just walls
we are more
more then a brick
more than the old car we own
more than where we come from
we are the roads and lighthouses
in someone’s darkness
sometimes not knowing it
we rescue what we can
we say yes and no
we drift in dreamy sailboat
to find ourselves

One percent

That thin line is for me to walk on
to watch butterflies while I still can
before something kills me before I became
one percent one too many

What they say makes no sense
they only tell you a little bit
they repeat repeat repeat
they don’t want you to think

they don’t want you to question
but you can stand up, say enough

Hybrid

I am moving from place to place
I am a hybrid of time
I let go, I stay, I go
crossing over to grey zones
blending cruel reality
with the voices in my head

but I still love to curl up
like a baby watching you
sail in my dreams

Impossible to have both

New short poem. Feeling stuck in one place but dreaming about the other places that I love. It is impossible to have both at the present time. Writing becomes the avenue to brainstorm and analyze the unfortunate situation. Life is .. not simple but it feels good to find something that brings you joy. So go ahead and do it … make something simple and sweet … like cookies and pack the dark chocolate, mint chocolate, white chocolate, maraschino cherries, and coconut in them. Sit down with a plate and cup of tea and write what you feel.

Fire

I thought she was an angel sitting at my table
but she was a bird who just joined me
in the morning when I felt like drowning
but I couldn’t but I wouldn’t cause I never
give up because you always find me and
make me want to be me again
or you send me a bird and I feel your kisses
and when gone I miss it

so no matter what’s going on
I pick up my own pieces and yours
realizing I’ve done it before
like Phoenix and that
fire burns me no more
cause I am the fire when I want
or … when … I lose control

One step ahead

Everything so good about you
except when you turn into a devil in glasses
when you torture me with bright lights
when you undermine my plea for darkness
for I am more fit for shadows and dusk
all my angels watch you crossing lines
nothing breaks me when they are around
I stay and fight lonely but ready with a strategy
I pull the switch … I know how to win
how to fix my world how to comeback
from my hunt, how to reach for what’s mine
I am one step ahead of the devil

Frankenstein concerto

This is how they made me
with the broken needle
that survived in unspeakable times
but I always looked her in the eye
next to a mannequin
I played on the hardwood floor
making him a head from dust
and morning sunlight
my Frankenstein concerto
of unknowns covered by a scarf
perfect angle to see him glow
playground of stitches and buttons
my life, my destiny testing me
endlessly bringing me here
taking me away, growing me
we kept living, fixing
the guests kept coming
to the house by the railroad tracks
I kept breathing the noise
of freedom
brown furniture ate me piece by piece
each stripe stabbed hard
but not as hard as lies
and then I met you and buried
all measuring tapes but the world
was already torn up
again and again

TETRARCH – Stitch Me Up 🙂

I cannot be the walking dead

Another day

I thought I knew enough
about the world 
I changed everything that
was planned for me
before it changed me 
I thought I was safe
under the big tree 
but it died before me
and now they want you 
and our hearts and bones
everything .... but I cannot be
hollow and I cannot follow
where everyone is going
I cannot be the walking dead

Another day
I thought I knew enough about the world
I changed everything that was planned for me
before it changed me

I thought I was safe
under the big tree
but it died before me
and now they want you
and our hearts and bones
everything …. but I cannot be
hollow and I cannot follow
where everyone is going
I cannot be the walking dead

I cannot be the walking dead

Another day 

I thought I knew enough
about the world 
I changed everything that
was planned for me
before it changed me 
I thought I was safe
under the big tree 
but it died before me
and now they want you 
and our hearts and bones
everything .... but I cannot be
hollow and I cannot follow
where everyone is going
I cannot be the walking dead

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Seagull

I had an idea but it is gone from my mind
I thought I am going to remember it
but it vanished with your last breath
leaving me to miss you, leaving me here
to walk amongst the living and wanting
to be with your kind
’cause you broke my heart
’cause you are not better off dead

I didn’t need much but now I write you
about you and the winds we touched
and the time we killed and the sea turtles
we saved and the crumbs we left for
one legged seagull who stood in sand
like he was a king of the ocean
showing me the way showing me
another day

He was so real and brave. I wanted to make his missing leg to return but what he lost made him strong, made me strong again.