thewordszone

[thewordszone]

Is it just me or yet to see

Through eyes wide open

So crystal clear

The landscape of scope

That brings us hope

One would think

A dream?

What I don’t want

What do I want?

What scares me

And who to be

Finally,

The one to one

Wait for the sign

Not yet not you maybe perhaps

This email will find you well

I am tired of trying waiting of lying

To be the second half open

Is it just me or what I see

Is a landscape of fear and nonsense?

#poem #aboutlove #maybenot #reflections #reality #be real #or just be #what sustains you #prose

[thewordszone]

Life is verifying life

We only have one

And we often live it

half

Way

We meet

Never ready

to say

goodbye

#life #goodbye

[thewordszone]

I have this feeling

That you won’t see

The one that flies

And therefore leaves

It comes and goes

Up to the sky

And back to the ground

Smiles and mourns

Sound and profound

Silent and loud

On repeat

Along the heartbeat

[thewordszone]

There was so much life around and within me, that I could barely comprehend it. I didn’t know whether I was gonna be a mother, a wife, a partner to anyone. I didn’t know whether I was ever gonna be needed in someone’s life and made anyone feel more complete to complete myself. None of this was important. I wanted to thank you for all the romantic endeavors. I regret nothing and I believe it all came at the right time. The time that doesn’t fly by, it flies through me.

#letters #to #love #life #inspirations #prose #iamtalkingtoyou

[thewordszone]

You are the one that

I’m talking to

The one that

Knows where

The truth

Lies

Where I rest

And who I lean on

You are like

The sand

I’m building my castle on

[thewordszone]

I usually write when I’m tipsy somehow it has become so difficult to find motivation and inspiration when sober.

I love this and that and him and her, and yet nobody seems to stay. I let them go and throw them away, I keep and push and pull and play.

I sleep and don’t, hold and miss, kiss and sometimes…loneliness embraces me at night.

What a wonderful sign, the stars, the moon, I want to travel and see it all, be free and careless. I don’t care at all.

Ambivalence is what I feel, until I see you and I suddenly, I live.

[thewordszone]

I just wondered if you ever felt like

You wanted to

Buy you just couldn’t

Something

somewhere inside

Just held you from

And within

and more than that

You were not

Present

In the now

Only floating in between

Us on that day

And us

Now

[thewordszone]

I touched both

Your sorrow

And mine

Just not at

The

Right time

[thewordszone]

Talk to me

Through sorrows

Mourned a while ago

To here and from

To-go

Take-away

The annoying

Innocence of those

Who remain

Calm

[thewordszone]

Hedonism has many names

In the sights you reject

In the feelings

That selfishly

Set

In the reality

You project

Your own happiness

Built on their expense

Shallowly

Hedonism has many names

You name whatever

You can

Embrace

#poems #by night

[thewordszone]

Here in the south

we speak

The language

we don’t understand

We eat the foods

that we cannot digest

We laugh the laughs

We move the hips

And hear the foreign sounds

Here in the south

we cry the tears

That the north

will not

Allow

#poems #from #Italy

[thewordszone]

Moaning in the laziness

Of the daylight

Striking the dawn

Stretching to the rhythm of

One-two-too-many

Life

My Dear

Sings a song for you

Please don’t let it

Dissolve

In the whisper

Of

I’m not enough

Because you know

You

Are

Do you?

[thewordszone]

Some stories are only told at night

To the beats of our hearts

When you don’t hold on to

Anger

Sadness

And recklessly

Admit

My life is not a myth

#nights #poems

[thewordszone]

Rozgryzaliśmy prawdy życiowe niczym orzechy włoskie

Cud, że się żeby ostały

#zycko myśli #siedzę

[thewordszone]

reminder 

Blast from the past

One of my favourite ones 

The convenient lovers

Their hands and lips met at the very right place

Yet, their eyes were lost in the very wrong moment

They were holding each other

Not wanting to lose one another

Sharing their bodies

But protecting their souls

Not wanting to lose themselves

To one another

No explanation needed

Carpe diem at its best

Protecting themselves from too much

And nothing

Trying to keep the balance

Mutual respect was established already

And yet, the silence was still uncomfortable

Trying to make noise

But the rules were simple:

We come and go

And we do not settle

With nobody else

Nor with each other

Knowing the safe place is dangerous

It is hardly ever within your comfort zone

#poem #lovers #love #carpediem #relationship #fastandfurious

[thewordszone]

proza gorzki ma smak

W pewnych momentach życia sama nie wiedziałam czy to ja się mylę, czy pozostali próbują mnie przekonać do pewnych schematów, które według nich maja sens, albo sami sobie wmawiają, ze im więcej wysiłku włożą w przekazywanie ich kolejnym pokoleniom, tym bardziej realna będzie ich wyimaginowana rzeczywistość. Łatwo jest się zgubić w tym wszystkim. Z jednej strony mówią Ci, ze masz być szczęśliwa, z drugiej wszędzie widzisz zakompleksionych ludzi, którzy za grosz szczęścia w swoim życiu nie maja. Za grosz nie kupią tez szacunku, najczęściej tego do samych siebie. Zaczynasz się zastanawiać, gruba chuda, brzydka ładna, zamężna singielka, która ma łatwiej, która lepiej sobie radzi, kredyt czy za gotówkę. Pewne rachunki nigdy nie zostaną spłacone a długi same sobie nalicza odsetki. 

Po wielu latach nieudanych prób wpasowania się w schemat dom, dziecko, rodzina, okazjonalnie volvo w leasingu Incognito, postanowiłam rzucić grochem o ścianę tak, żeby przebił się na druga stronę i po cichutku postanowiłam rozpłynąć się w powietrzu. W pewnym wieku przestaje nam już zależeć czy lubią, czy nie. Ten wiek nadszedł jednak dużo szybciej niż się spodziewałam. Mogłabym równie dobrze usadowić się wygodnie w bujanym fotelu z butelka whiskey w ręce, udawać ze umiem dziergać i ze mi smakuje. Choc prawda jest taka, ze po którymś łyku, smak faktycznie nie jest już tak odstręczający. Ciekawym zjawiskiem jest, ze alkohole wchodzą lepiej, ludzie natomiast, stają się coraz bardziej zgorzkniali. 

#proza #zycie #nobelon #mysli #zagwozdki #piszebochce #carpediem #itsnotyouitsme

[thewordszone]

Forgetting is in the lines

in between

What we had and where we stand

The golden mean and white lies

Forgetting is to be done

Once upon a time

Quietly

#poetry #poem #thoughts #nostalgia