Marzanna

Marzanna May 2013

I wanted
to write you
a love poem;
but I couldn't
think of any
cliches.

I want to
say that your
eyes were
the colour
of oceans
or sea glass
or- or-
sunshine
going through
a glass of
whiskey

Something pretty
something beautiful
something to
make you
feel loved

But that
was when
I realized
your eyes
are not beautiful
for their colour
or shape;
they are magnificent
because
they
are
yours.

So here
is your love poem
and I'm sorry
it's short
but I've
run out
of words
because the inventor
of this tongue
could not
perceive
you.

Marzanna Apr 2013

Envy.

I'm so
******* envious
of everyone
who can say
"Fine,"
When asked
how they're doing
and not feel
the weight of guilt
sitting on their chest
because
That "fine"
Is a lie.

I'm so
******* envious
of the kids
who can wear
short sleeves
in the summer
and not feel
the people staring
(disturbed)
at all the scars
that run
like white ladders
up and down
their arms.

I'm so
******* envious
of the girl
who can laugh
and smile
and not have to worry
that when
she stops
she'll never have
the strength
to start up
again.

Marzanna Apr 2013

I'm so ******* happy

You and I
Fated to die
Alone;
But
I'm
So
*******
Happy

Cuts on my wrists
Hatred and lists
(Alone)
But
I'm
So
*******
Happy

Screaming in pain
Loving in vain
Killmekillmekillmekillme
But
I'm
So
*******
Happy

Marzanna Apr 2013

Before the war.

The silent terror / That comes with pain
The cool calm / Before the rain
The desperate hunter / Looking for prey
Why was I chosen? / I cannot say

Marzanna Apr 2013

Sad.

Sad at work / Sad at play
Sad at noon / Sad all day
Sad at home / Sad abroad
Sad at Church / There is not God
Sad your were created / And sad you'll stay
The world will give / And take away
There is no morality / There is no good
There's no use trying / To do as we could.

— The End —