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My Silence - ebook
My Silence - ebook
„My Silence” is an intriguing journey inside the author’s mind, filled with fear and fear for the smallest matter. With each successive line, the reader is drawn deeper into the recesses of himself. You learn what it is to walk on the edge, and finally reflects on your own reflection on your life. „My Silence” is full of comparisons and metaphors that each of you can relate to as your own „I”. The poems from the volume of poetry „My Silence” were written by the author at the age of 19.
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ISBN: | 978-83-8324-678-9 |
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FRAGMENT KSIĄŻKI
O silence pale, O silence deaf
You hug me sweetly
What a cute pillow.
You’re rustling like gold.
To the ear in a dream,
Steamed up windows,
Golden pale day.
And yet,
If I missed you
No, I don’t want that
I won’t let it change
And exist like
Heaven and earth.
What is from the beginning
Like light and darkness,
Closed thread.
It penetrates me.
So sad.
When I see you!
My love grows.
When I cuddle up
I cuddle into your arms.Love
About youth beautiful, trivial
Be nice to me today
Let my heart be pierced
It didn’t have to be penance
Torment yourself for the rest of your life
It wasn’t trying to hide
Let it be beautiful
Let at least a shadow of joy fall
And enlighten the cataract of anger
What reigns from love
Very fragile unfulfilled
But forgiven for that
Will it stop hurting, to bleed?
Will he stop preaching?
Though that time has passed
A year has flown across the ocean
I cannot be happy
All love is treacherous
Will I stop thinking stupidly?
Will I stop being sad?
Great sadness bitter tears
They fill my dreams at night
Although today fate changed life
I secretly think about him all the time
That the sun rises in the morning
Nobody will be the chosen one
Even if the spark falls
He won’t steal my heart
Even if there were thousands of them
Even if they were soothing
Nobody can ease the pain of this
No one will even guess why
The trees in the wild sing
And the leaves chime softly
On a rainy autumn day
In my heart, there is sadness and grief
The wind passes through minds
My dreams have gone somewhere
I should be happy today
Have fun at the party
And I sit and sulk
I bite myself all the timeChosen
Though time passes, like in a novel
Bring me good news today
Be with me forever
Come in the bright dark night
Come on a heavenly horse
Leaving an hour later
And don’t come back until I sleep
And don’t come back in the daytime either
Be painted like in a fairy tale
We talk very modestly
Make thousands of my dreams come true
Soothe my aching heart
Let me find support in you today
Let me find my strength again
Extend your right hand to me
Show me my future
I don’t want to think about what will happen
Say at least one sentence
Who wants me who dreams of me
Who am I going to pair up with tomorrow?
If with you along a dirt road
In poor weather
Only I know about you
I think all day long
It’s true, but not
We’ll meet today though
Then everything will be clear
I’ll crackle in the sky
Oh, gorgeous with pale hair
You live lightly in the heavens
Come down to earth and feel the joy
Pain anger superhuman weakness
Lock up old history
Fulfill my eternal hopes
If not, get out of here!
Before I make another mistakeBird
Speak, bird in the thorn bush
Nothing can replace your singing
What beautiful music
You pour notes like from a basket
You must know, darling
You are beautiful and wonderful
You don’t have to be afraid of the bush
You can willingly give your all.
What if the branches sang to you?
And the leaves played softly for you
What if flowers danced for you?
And they folded their arms up.
I can hear singing, is that?… it’s impossible
These are my vicious thoughts
Ah, you are swinging green leaf
In the wind in every direction
The golden sun shines with all its might
Don’t let the bindweed get stuck between the roses
Bird, please don’t stop singing
So, I wouldn’t have to feel bad about it.
…tiri… tiri… tiri…
.tiri… tiri…
A thorn from the bush pierced through
And your singing is gone.Moment
Your pale face
They paint beautiful wall paintings
So one sweet look
It takes the spell into a silent dream
The heart is raging, asked to dance
He wants to find the limits of the edge
I don’t want to and I have to
End squeeze smother
Wave of desire flame
Two souls merge into one
She melted into a sheet of blue
Behind the ice life
The touch of hot rays
Dispels the array of burning trees
One moment of sunshine
A thunderclap from the sky
Pour eternity into such a short time
To envelop us in the utopia of the moment
To the end of the world
For many years
Let the embers pour
At heaven’s gates.Morning
In the mist in my dream
Trunks bathed in blue
The sweetness of the morning
Poured into a jug
Bitter evenings
Long morning glory
Flowing floes
Like white dogs
Evil wind blow
Water club, wobble, wobble
Rain from the sky
Life needs water
Buds need sun
To the end of the world
Silver dew
For the heather to bloom
Warm evenings
The morning page.
Pulsatile are blooming
We weave wreaths
We throw into the water
Like under the feet of a log
Life flows, the river flows
Nobody waits for the morning anymoreYou
You are the sun in the sky
A beautiful bird on a bush
A bright twinkle in my eye
Golden star after dark
An angel sent to earth
A light that illuminates the dark
My soul my heart
They hear these words all the time
Warm, sweet like raspberries
Cold, bloody as thorns
Sometimes indifferent
Other times weird cloudy
You are the happiness I know
A white mist in heaven’s gates
A wonderful eagle somewhere in space
A pond that shimmers
You are like golden sand
Only one in my dreams
Everything I adore about you
Only in myself today
I can’t choke out a word
Why will I tempt our fate?
Everything will come but in a moment
Though that time has passed
You are rain in the desert
My only thoughts
Eternal happy joy
Never in anger
You are like the moon in the sky
Because I love only you
On sad rainy days
I want to tell you
About those sparkles of golden sand
Mists of the sun about my fear
Then the wind will sing me a song
One moon will return
With every word that describes you
You’ll listen even more
To the sound of the sea of waves
Which keep flowing
In the quiet birds singing
Storm clouds anger
So be what you were
What were you hiding in the shadows
In front of the hot sun
What a scorching ray
You were warmed by the strength of all the mountains
Overcoming every most dangerous mortal
Come hug me today, my love
Let the day not be written off.To you
For me, for myself, for these moments together
Which bind us together like a ship and a hundred miles
Like the sun, moon and stars in the sky
I am writing this poem just for you
Day after day only with me
A slice of life in the dark night
A drop of dew with the glow of the sun from the bottom of the morning
A white flower for a miracle of fragrance from a handful of wreaths
Of the dark mouth of the grotto of terror
These cruel shot sufferings
Gone as with a storm wind
Like the moment of a rain shadow
No pain and endless joy
Without anger and immoral jealousy
How many repetitions from the pastime
They will be made like a satin bed
Will I say these two words three times?
They will be torn as mentioned
Brings atrocities like spring green
Will a black and white image turn into color?
Do each question as with the answer
Will you spend them even in confession?
What a small drop from the stream is reverent moments No fabulous slander, no hellish mockery
With a sweet embrace, he will wind the flags
You wrap me in a bright ray of thread
From a nice time, like from a book
Memories of golden autumn
No new road will cross it
A beautiful breath torn by the enemy
The accursed hour of July has begun
When I met him with a tainted word
Compare the cares you gave me
It’s like it doesn’t matter if you read this letter
When you lack trust as in empty water well
You can be free as a young bird today
If you choose darkness over light
Let it burst like a dream interrupted by a crash
And although I would disagree with this fact
And I change every decision suddenly
Everyone’s choice is their own
I can’t change it with anything bright
One without embracing the shadow
You are the only one without a doubt
Whenever, I put a question mark
It is left unanswered without comparison
Like a meadow covered with blooming flowers
Some thorn inside always blushes
Just like life, even if it’s a bed of roses
He always has spikes hidden up his sleeve
This and the ability to sketch in the hand of a draftsman
It changes and ends like a chronicle
Even though I doubted love a long time ago
Your person changed it
Forgetting pain is like having a name
When it is inflicted, it stays in the shadows