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Zuzanna Jan 2018
I carved a hole at the side of my head

With nubby fingernails

Now all my thoughts trickle out

Slowly but surely

And my head is getting lighter

With each passing second

Funny thing is

I can't seem to remember

The title of this poem
Zuzanna Jan 2018
I've been thinking a lot these days
         I've been thinking about a button
                  In my head
That would stop all the thinking
Until there is nothing
But the silent hum of the night

Because the more I think
The closer I am to the truth
That sends bullets through my head
         That sends daggers to my heart

If only the pain left with the sound
    Of noisy cars passing by
          I press the button
                                     I press it - now

                      
                     The noise stops -

Immediately

Suddenly

Brutally








                                   But for how long?
Tfw when you just wanna forget ur whole life lolololol
Zuzanna Dec 2017
Someone painted the altar green

The culprit remains unseen
But I swear, sisters, brothers;
I'll cease the weeping of your mothers
And slice that villain clean and quick
On our wall his corpse will stick

For the Lord gave me the power
To protect those who cower
Away from Satan's servants and friends
Don't worry, they are too late to make amends
We can't help that vandal abandon his evil ways
Next thing you know he'll set our church ablaze

So what do you say, sisters, brothers?
He made our altar unlike the others
Now it's our turn to make it clean
And rid the world of all paint that's green
Zuzanna Dec 2017
You should know

Jesus was born

but not today

not in you
Zuzanna Dec 2017
It's been a while since I last was
At the train station.
I miss the icy wind
And the stench of ****.
I recall two trains on both sides
Of this train station.
The red one will lead you west,
The green will take him east.
So you stand by the empty tracks
And watch his shillouette disappear
In the swarming mob of passengers.
You can't see him anymore,
But his fingers still linger around your back.
And you don't know this,
But he can't forget the smell of your hair.
The green train loudly scurries away
And the sound breaks your heart.
I feel sorry for you.
I feel sorry for the station
And the red train that you hate so much.
One day I'll return,
Barefood on the railroad,
With his name trapped in my palm.
Just as you promised.
Zuzanna Dec 2017
You cry in my home.
Lonely tears drop on your clasped hands
Ever so quietly.

It’s the garden of Gethsemane
All over again.

And you feel selfish
For you weep not at my sorrow
But your own.

And you feel guilty
For you never want to listen
The way I do.

And you feel sad
For you are blind to the happiness
That I have bestowed upon you.

But fear not;
I forgive you.
Now forgive yourself.
Zuzanna Dec 2017
The body hasn’t moved an inch,
Ever since that mighty fall.
The turf is cold, but it dares not flinch.
He never expected the trees to be so tall.
My first poem here woooooo
Also I dont wanna tag anything so I wont spoil the meaning, just tell me what you think

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