#strom
If the devil saw you,
he'd kiss your eyes
and might turn back to the Lord,
for in you, his creation is nothing but beautiful.
Even the angels are at a loss.
Those gleaming eyes,
and soft lips calling my name—
how could I forget such a thing?
I am just a man,
not a being who can resist the urge
to keep you close.
Oct 1, 2024
Oct 1, 2024 at 5:24 AM UTC
I need the rain.
Hard,
broken,
dessicated limbs hang
low and heavy
like twin pendulums
of shattered lead.
I need the storm
Cold,
cracking,
drained roots coil
notted and gnarled
like a cage
of sun bleached bone.
I need the flood.
Dark,
engulfing,
suffocated leaves wither
rusted and dying
like an endlessness
of time-ground sand.
I need the void.
Apr 12, 2024
Apr 12, 2024 at 10:50 AM UTC
Translated by Przemyslaw Musialowski 9/29/2019
Even if your ship would be caught in the greatest of storms,
you'll stay in charge unafraid being the helmsman for your crew,
like a good father caring for his children, you shall not let them die.
If you fall - you will not swear,
because your fellowmen will lift you up,
for your heart for everyone and everywhere.
Remember - money is the king of the world,
and friends? - they'll find you in need,
but the small flame of a poor-quality candle
always quickly goes out.
For your birthday some will bring you roses,
have you seen this flower without thorns?
while others - dasies from an oak wood,
adorned with the most innocent dew.
You'll have to choose - love or affection,
and given moment you'd better not confuse
that sometimes it's worth to think about that
what in its essence a flower shall remain.
Wieslaw Musialowski 5/10/2003
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 11:39 AM UTC
We don’t have to worry about nothing.
We’re drunk and ****** but what’s your point?
You created this world, we’re just living in it.
You created the internet, we’re just using it.
You created vehicles, we’re just using em’.
All we want is love.
That’s something hard to show, for you to show us.
But we don’t care, because we have each other.
That’s why we’re getting drunk and ******
so we can set this world on fire with love,
and we can set this world on fire emotions.
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 1:09 PM UTC
It was the around the month of August, 8 years ago.
We had just finished class and were about to go home , we had to walk a little distance to catch the bus.
To reach there we had to cross a huge junction , as we we walked out without any warning the sky went dark instantly ,
puzzled by the happenings we rushed to get to shelter before it would start to pour down ! (Wellthere was nothing special in what was happening , but it was because of her .
Yes she's my first rain , the one that could spur a smile from oneself with just a grin eagerly splashed from her face,
her presence could cast silhouettes in the air drawing me to her closer than ever,
such was her pristine yet delicate voice ,
I can never describe words of her unending charisma which knew no bounds such was the power of her presence)
we managed to get to that busy junction ! All we would think was to get that shelter ,
as we were waiting for the signal to turn green, it had already started to drizzle,
she turned her face towards mine and her crystal voice said
"when the lights turn green we will Sprint across the road!"
With my trembling tone I whispered
"I'm scared to cross the road". This time with her Stark grey eyes staring into mine,
she held my hand , my senses shook not to be rattled by the Strom but by her warmth ,
with all this going I felt a drop of rain touch my hand , yes the one she was holding,
so rejuvenating I never thought I could've appreciated the rain as much as I do now,
the magic of her touch had awakened my senses!
As we crossed the road all I could do was Wonder what was happening ,
Was it the rain? Was it her? Was any of this real?
We finally reached the shelter, she was no longer holding my hand ,
Yet I still had the same feeling wiring me into flashes!
Since that day rain has never been the same ,
Every time a drop touches my skin I can still feel the flashes thatI first felt the rain!
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 8:32 AM UTC
I sit here lost in my thoughts , soaking up with the happenings
I caught A luminous face of olive white ,
the brightest eyes of ocean blue staring into mine.
Would you believe ?
Slowing down of time? I did
As she turned her head
That luminous face changed form
Barely grasping my sight,
Like the breeze before the storm,
The storm I only wish I witnessed.
Seeing her walk away in the most graceful stlye,
I wonder if her peach lips had reflected a smile !!
As she brushed her hair behind her ear,
A Sensed a gentle breeze pushing me out of senses
Was she mocking my reality ?
Was I wrong?
My spring was here a lil late
I only wish I could have taken a glimpse of her eyes
I only wish to prove myself the reality...
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 11:51 AM UTC
My little box, tell me the truth
I can't see brightness
I can't hear happiness
I'm torn in little pieces
I'm within fire storm
My little box, don't blame me
When I miss my torturer
When I miss my torture
When I miss my pain
My little box, it's not your fault
It's my fault to love
It's my fault to trust
It's my fault to be hurt
I'm the only one to blame
My little box, show me
The way to my agony
Feed me with your misery
Jail my hopes and dreams
And have me put to sleep
My little box, grant my wishes
To never have a life
To never be happy
To never wish for coming days
And never let her leave you again
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC