Love- poem
Love, such a simple word, as clear as life, as powerful as death. To hold it in your hand and give it away silently, instead of announcing it just to keep it for yourself. Love is caring when there are… Continue Reading
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All or nothing -Poem
We go for all or nothing,
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My own eyes-poem
These eyes of mine, they see what they want: You’re a piece of meat with a ring on it, I’m just a kid who knows not how to behave around people, around us there’s the world revolving around its stupidity,… Continue Reading
Vows- poem
I take thee in lust and loss, anger and fear, punches and wall, domestic war and peace, quiet room and torrid lake, salt and tower of hopes, to row an iron boat and bridge our differences, in stubborness and hearts… Continue Reading
All you need is love-poem
All you need is love in an American dream, in a Polish winter you can’t just live of love. All you need is love in the Empire States, but Pałac Kultury wasn’t built with love. All you need… Continue Reading
On the quietness of love- by Juan M.S
The strongest is the quietest love, which never whispers stealthily in your ear, which doesn’t serenade you at late hours, which doesn’t dare to pronounce the verb in process, the unfinished action. The one that takes credit for nothing, but… Continue Reading
Where it not for you- by Juan M.S
Where it not for you, a day like today, like too many days, would have no sense. Though other days like today, like other such days, kept some resemblance of meaning in their shape and color, the texture of its… Continue Reading
Life’s predicaments. Chapter five: Today
I’m thirty five now and I’ve already settled down. It takes a while for the dust to settle and for us to start to see clearly, but fortunately I found a companion who managed not to fuss around too… Continue Reading
The SMS- by Juan M.S.
She’d never had such a feeling before. It was a mix of melancholia and resignation. She felt that her relationship was going nowhere; although everything was well between her and her boyfriend. She felt attracted to him, physically and spiritually,… Continue Reading
It’s not love- Juan M.S
It’s not love but attachment as strong as dry blod on cloth. It’s not love but desire as recurrent as thirst in the tropics. It’s not love but a promise, that you want to seal magically, when there’s nothing preventing… Continue Reading