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Best Poems Written by Danka Sikorska

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Touch Me

I am sitting in the dark, silently.
Sipping a drink as I did many times in the past.

Only now I am blushing, for my skin
has never been caressed with such deep voice before.

Those gentle vibes are dancing all over my body
and I cannot help but shiver.

Finally I surrender and let that sound please me.

Your warm whisper floating across the room
stops at my table and rests on my ears.

A muffled groan comes out of my mouth.

Suddenly I feel speechless, naked…
Covered only with your words,
which suit me perfectly.

The room is fulfilled with applause,
brighten by lights escaping through the window
as I walk away.

I left my glass slipper on the table
with a bitter- sweet lipstick mark on it.

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The End

Constantly looking for salvation that does not exist.

Living a dream, living a lie.

All alone among a deaf crowd
that suffers from insomnia.

As one of the most famous ghosts once said,
“Find what you love and let it kill you”

The saddest, most painful death.

The sky is getting darker.
Another shooting star has faded.

You know, they do not grand wishes.
They run away from greedy, coldblooded demons
sucking out their minds.

While the majority keeps being blind and silent
Neverland misses your light…




In memory of Robin Williams

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Maybe

Maybe you raised those glasses
and thought about me for a minute,
smiled and wished my dreams came true.

Maybe there were times when you believed,
like I do now,
that stars hear our broken whispers.

Maybe our souls are not that much different
and once we all shared the same dream,
that somewhere over the glass,
over the curtain is the world where we belong.

Maybe our hearts beat in the same rhythm
and one day we will raise those glasses together,
talk the whole night through and I will fear no more.

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Artnscendence

Rare moments
of pure, orgasmic freedom.

Not giving a f*ck
in its finest form.

When nothing is missing,
matters or, means anything.

Being God.

In unity with
right here, right now.




https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0JzqRIdZ8Rk (especially from 6:20- Warren Ellis)

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King

He believed he was a king.
Yet forgot he was not almighty.

God spared him.
Left his voice young.
For eternity.

Long live the memory.

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Lenses

One day the world you know
will become starless.
And all you will be left with
is a memory of light.

You are a reflection
of what shaped you.

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Home Sweet Home

Once I bought a ticket to the theater.
Shakespeare’s play.
Some old, small stage in London.

I never needed more.

I was prepared quite well.
The dress, the shoes, the mood.
I had it all.

The moment I sat on that balcony
I knew I was home.
It felt right.
Better than anything before.

For one day I returned to Wonderland.
Restored my faith, was not afraid of who I was.
I belonged there.
And nothing else mattered.

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Feel Me

Darkness.

I am standing in the spotlight.

Somebody opens the door.

Subtle perfumes slowly fill my nostrils,
their owner must be somewhere at the end of the room.

My sight sharpens and I see her shape, her perfect shape.
She moves to the table.
The waiter chases her with a drink like a dog,
watching her every move.
Who could blame him ?

I imagine she is beautiful.
Soft skin, long, fair hair
and deep blue eyes full of mystery I want to solve.

My mouth opens as she takes the first sip.
I press my lips against the microphone
as if I was about to kiss her.

I lower my voice and stuck my sight
in that black, goddess- shaped shadow.
I hope our eyes meet, I hope she shivers.
In my mind my voice caresses every inch of her body.

I close my eyes and whisper passionately.
Hold the microphone stand the same way I would hold her waist.
I pull it close to my chest.
My words are getting louder, faster.
Heart beats like crazy and blood burns my veins.

I stop.

Her perfumes fill my nostrils again.
For a moment there I think she is right in front of me.
I can almost feel her warmth.

Bright light makes me lift my eyelids.

She is gone...

I walk up to her table.
There is only a glass
with a red, bitter- sweet mark on it.

I already miss her taste, the taste I have never known.


(First part of that story/ poem is here http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=596030)

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Choose Life

Call me ignorant
but just let the light shimmer above my head,
let those whispers softly dance in my ears
and leave me alone
because I don’t care !
Because I know
how ended those who gave a damn !

Names, you say ?
You want some names ?
Alright then, suit yourself.

Heathcliff, died.
Even twice I might say.
Billy, stuck in the air,
but never managed to fly away.
Roxana, fed karma with her own breast.
Humbert, lost his heart, his mind and the light of his life.

You may ask my friend
how do I know all of this.
Then I’ll reply:
I read my dear, I read.

Since only through books
you can taste the true craziness.
And trust me,
only crazy people are worth something these days.
Sanity is a disease.

You don’t believe me ?
Then ask Alice,
hold her hand
and chase the white rabbit when there’s still time.

Otherwise reality will smash you
and no one will notice.
No one but the boy without the turtleneck,
who will murmur sadly and very slow:
“And your soul from out that shadow
that lies floating on the floor
shall be lifted,
nevermore.”

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You Know I Need a Miracle

Come back my feather-
may I steal the artist's words.
Now that you are gone
everything seems pointless and unbearable.

Come back my feather.
Give me a sign.
You know you are my good omen.
Appear from nowhere slowly swinging in the air,
land gently on my palm and stay with me.

Come back my feather.
My thoughts are too heavy
and my voice is full of fear.
Come and make me raise my head again
for I miss the sun, the moon, the stars.

Come back my feather,
rescue me from this abyss.
Without you my wings are draughty.