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English poetry for my foreign friends



INTRODUCTION   (24.11.2011)

I've been living in Sweden for few months now. I am going to stay here for the next couple of months. Living abroad is connected with using foreign languages. Here I'm using English and I think... in normal way I started to have many opportunities to express myself in English in conversations, explanations, in solving problems, in every day life... All these things force me to try write poems in English. I don't know this language well, so they are very simple in words. Please don't be discouraged because of language mistakes and try to treat them as something magical and mysterious, something what makes them special... They will be for me like memories of Stockholm time, memories of my first steps in having real life in English....



Alone   (21.11.2011)

I`m alone in my world
with nobody else..
Alone in my life,
on my way, on your way...
but who cares..
I'm lonely tree
within the dead forest,
the lonely tear
on the cheek of terrorist.
Alone in doing things,
which are called living.
Alone in thinking...
Alone in breathing...
Trapped by sensitivity
apart the rest...
In cage of fear,
In cage of myself...



HELL   (23.11.2011)

Burning sea is on the horizon,
Burning tear on the surface of eyeball,
Burning rain is falling down,
Burning sky gives the signs.
Freezing me under burning ice,
I'm just screaming:
Let me go out!
Burning world doesn't care,
Burning trees laugh in their way,
Burning people walk through the ice.
They don't care...
I don`t belong to their life.



I'm stinking   (20.11.2011)

Yeah, you're right I'm stinking...
I'm stinking
because of all the shit around me,
because of you...
because whole my life is stinking,
and everything behind me
wants me to smile...
I don't wanna...
You reached what you want...
Just leave me alone...
You're right I need a shower,
Shower of a real words,
real people, real feelings,
something real in sarcastic world...
Feel like stinking bomb...
without the crank....
I'm stinking...
I don't have any power
to blow you out...
I'm stinking...
because I can't be somebody,
who I am...
during my dance...



Ghost   (23.11.2011)

whatever I've seen
wherever I've been
whoever was close
I've never met myself so broken
I've never found my soul stolen
I've never felt like a ghost
like an engine without a heart
whatever You'll say
I won't hear you..
My body is empty,
mind can't fly
and soul is in trapped
too far to know
If it's dead or still alive



HOW TO...   (24.11.2011)

How to reach the abstraction
in reasonable way?
How to beat the isolation, fear, bad thinking?
How to get on the other side of nothing?
Only to see what is there...
How to force people to smile?
How to stop tears falling?
When they are just in the eyes...
How to say...
It's fine without the lie?
How to enjoy the city,
which gives you loneliness...
which makes you cry..



SOMETHING   (26.11.2011)

Something in me
is screaming loud:
I wanna live!
Go out from deep inside!
Something in me,
I don't know what's this...
Maybe my soul...
spontaneously wants to be...
It's like a bird,
or rather butterfly.
Something so light,
so delicate and brittle,
wants to go outside
to fly in real world.
Don't hurt its!
It means more, than you know...



DARKNESS   (27.11.2011)

I'm going through the night
during the day,
Meeting masks so discouraged
from being on face.
I'm going through the street
in not known direction.
Making attempts to be fair
for strange creators.
I'm standing in the darkness,
tired of fear and falsehood.
Don't know...
If it's still the same street,
wilderness, public place,
or just a shit?
Who's to blame for this nature?



WALLS   (10.12.2011)

The walls are thick and heavy,
have colors of my eyes...
depending on the weather,
depending on the sky...
These walls surround me always,
I don't know how it is outside.
The walls are transparent,
they are very high...
I don't know where you are...
I'm inside...
Sometimes I can see you
but don't know what you say...
I see you in green colors,
I see you my own way...
The walls are thick and heavy,
have colors of my eyes.
The walls are needed often
to save my heart...



BROKEN GLASS   (22.06.2012)

There is nothing...
only sorrow...
You are disappearing from my way
like a shadow in the fog
features distorted by the flame...
I was there in the rain...
with broken eyeballs.
I could not see anything...
only rough road.
I ran to nowhere
through the broken glass...
Do not say anything!
You screwed me over,
I am so blind...



SUN RISE   (14.12.2012)

I have been there,
The sun was red,
or rather in the warm colors,
I saw your hand...
I have felt the blow on my mouth
but I could not see anything
I do not know which place it was
I could not hear any sound...
I could not see anything else...
I could not see even Your face...
I could not see any eyes...
I was alone with the fingers
not mine...
They wanted to touch me...
They were delicate and beautiful,
but it was too dangerous to be touched...
I was running away..
and now...
I am awake in the real world.....
but not mine...



IN THE MOON LIGHT   (4.12.2012)

Please, close my hand in your hand...
It doesn't matter who is the boss there,
It doesn't matter whose hand is the right one...
Close your eyes...
Try to just touch my mind...
Please,
Don't tell me that we are on the other sides on the moon!
The moon is between us,
like a heart or rather like a big stone...
We are too far to see each other
and too close, to be in love...
but we will be together soon...
We are ...
but as a shadows or rather as a ghosts...
After death or before the real life...
like a something between these two things..
as a light?
Life in the moonlight.



ONLY ONCE   (12.02.2014)

Only one day...
to become...
Only one breath
to feel it inside...
Only one touch...
Make it warm...
Only one kiss...
to want more...
Only one fear..
to escape...
Only one word...
to stay...
Only one smile...
to make it real...
Only one life...
to be...



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