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Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska 7d

You return, though you know:
your glances toward the world
are bloodless.
Just as empty—your dreams,
too ashamed to be dreamed.

You are close enough
to resurrect silence,
to strip the world of shadows.
Your thoughts wander
along the same worn paths;
tears flow
against the current of sorrow.

I am too lost to believe
in longing.
Perhaps tomorrow
will bring at least one memory.

The venomous present
will turn into
an unfinished autobiography.
Perhaps God will teach us
to wait—slowly.

A night will bloom within us,
a night no one dares
to name aloud.
I become a body
awaiting a prelude to freedom.

Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska 7d

To Depart Without a Sound

My unrest is steeped in humility.
Fear, though tamed,
still begs for a trace of attention.

I loved you
until the final heartbeat;
I saw a tomorrow that would anoint
the future.

You returned my dream,
untouched, unmarked by use.
A crumpled memory preludes
reality.

A sold tomorrow echoes the pride
so difficult to confront.
Reality is the mistake—
on its knees
I lay my fear.

Perhaps tenderness
will make dawn more bearable?
Perhaps truth
will break free from longing’s reign?
I don’t want to be a life
that arrived too late for its own beginning.

The body clings tightly
to the past.

Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska 7d

To Carry Freedom

My defiant timelessness! I return
to carry you freedom.
I am here so you may understand
even the body deserves a soul.

Your prayer lasted
too long—even laughter
grew overly lyrical.
I borrowed, without permission,
what might have turned to emptiness.

An overflow
no one expected.

I died midweek,
the wind scattered dreams. Is it a sin
to keep thinking of storms?
Does innocence curse humility?

I don't know. I remember one thing: I will become
a present moment everyone envies.
I will turn my back to the light.
I will make fate find
its own, unrepeatable name.

Ty 7d

Choices

There's a whole lot of people making a lot of Noise.
Boys... and girls its up to us to decide what is True.
You... have a right to make choices for you, But.
What... that means is that its your choice not Mine.
Find... what works for you but be fluid enough to Flow.
Know... what's in your heart don't make it Facts.
That's... what make us unique, an Individual.
Singular... in that we have a choice to choose.
Loose... yourself in living for others and you will find.
Time..
will pass you by and you've lived your life a lie,
no matter how hard you try, no matter if you cry,
from day 1 until you die, you'll ask yourself WHY?

#tycann

Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska 7d

A Stranger Called Sorrow

This morning’s dream reminded me
of a will long lost.
The night that abandoned me
turned out to be a petty alibi.

Beneath my eyelids
I hid yesterday’s tears;
eternity once again
became my ally.

I knelt mid-word—
never thought conscience
could ache so deeply.

Tears soak into skin. Instead of the sky,
today I see in you
a haven, safe and still.
I see chaos—and revel in it.

I will no longer wish
to believe in the past. All
that deserved to live
became a solitary drop of rain.

Even a stranger called sorrow
took mercy on happiness.

Sweet Pea 7d

*****

Make her your *****.
She'll grow dependent.
Feed her nutrients.
She'll be resplendent.

Membranes seal her in.
What a perfect fit!
My diagnosis:
Willing to submit.

#rhyme #body #brevity #dark #gore #medical

Melina 7d

Missed Calls

What kind of love is one-sided?
What kind of love stays still?
What type of love hurts?
What kind of love is this?

You wanted to call me
But I was there halfway
You needed to see me in person
But thoughts of you filled the space.

You expected more
When I was giving you the most
What kind of love keeps you up?
What kind of love makes me a ghost?

you're not the one - sky ferreira

#ex