Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 11/4/2019

It's evening, Lord! The forest birds
towards their nests lean their wings...
Minstrels of your fields
have stopped to sing their songs.

I've spent a whole long hard day at work
in tears, longing for home...
and you didn't have a single bright ray
from the lights of the morning and of the day, and of the sun.
My time slowly bends to an end,
the evening star, trembling in the sky,
already flashes among the shadows of the night.

Maria Konopnicka (1842-1910)

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I am not happy with the last line. Original: "already flashes/twinkles/shines among the shadows.

What a beautiful sky
Windy and sunny day
Birds fly up high
Brings joy unto my face.

Such peaceful cool winds
As it blows over the grass
The hills appears to shine like silk
It gently tickles my skin.

Suddenly, dark clouds covers the sun
The gentle breeze turned to stormy winds
The blue sky is truly upset
I wish I can help her with her burden.

Her tears are big and heavy
It brings grief to my soul
The golden sun that lights up my day
Wouldn't shine down on me today.

you know when you wake up from a nightmare and you’re
sweating frantic terrified
you feel like you’re going to ***** your own heart
that is what is feels like living in an abusive home
always on
E D G E

who’s going to come through my door tonight?
the alcoholic? Who only came out when the drug addict was gone
the drug addict? Who only came out when the alcoholic was asleep
the infant? Who came every night for bedtime
or the depressed brother? Who only came when he was lonely

sometimes I’d look outside and see the trees fly in the wind
hoping that someday the wind would take me
but then I remember the infant
and the brother
and it brings me back to my bedroom where I am forced to stay
because me leaving for my safety
would be their safety leaving

and I can’t
so I stay
and I sweat frantically
waiting
until I see who will come through my door

Like an albatross
I criss then cross
Lines of red ink on me
And what's the cost?
I keep fighting,
But lost
And cut my right ear off
Like Evander Holyfield
Or Van Gogh,
An artist,
Now trust.
And me the curse
Who only gets worse
The more you get to know him.
Everything I do
Is a ******* sin.
And life is a pool
I can't jump in-
I can't swim
And then I sink
And think
Of those who can't swim too
In my ocean of negativity
And dying virtues.
These are my cues
To leave out
And choose
The ones who know what
I'm about
Before I lose
My sanity to clout
And pick a fool
Like me.
A maniac and insomniac
And freak show
To be.

Please don´t beat yourself up when things don´t go as planned
Please let yourself cry when things go wrong
And smile whenever you want to
Do not suppress you're being into somebody you´re not
Or fear that you will never be loved
You don´t need someone to tell you that you´re good enough
Please remember why you got a word inked into your skin
Don´t die on me when I need you the most
You´re everything to me, with all the flaws you consider weaknesses
But I love you for them. It makes you, you, authentic and real
We have so much to explore and feel in this world
Just breathe and hold on, I want to open your eyes and see the horizon full of
the stars, you don´t want to be among them just yet
Once your time comes you will, but now it's not your time
So please just breathe, and take a moment at a time
Let the compass lead you, to wherever it desires to be

My heart yearns for your love.
It crumbles at the sight of you.
I wonder if I’ll ever be normal again.
But I scoff at the thought of it.
This is so unhealthy I think to myself.
Will you ever fathom my love for you?