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Klaudia Barylska Poem
There are rumours of a land,
A land more beautiful than anything else.
There is sunshine out there…
And trees. And grass, animals, bushes, flowers, vines, laughter, love, smiles, hugs.
It’s beautiful there.
Though… I wouldn’t really know.
Cause you see, I am housed in a different compartment.
I live in a room with one window.
It’s not a bad room,
It has a big bed, nice cupboards, a dining table… And a window.
I can’t reach the window though,
It’s on the ceiling and the walls are too high.
I try to climb but I keep on falling down.
And the window is very dirty,
You can’t see much out of it.
I don’t know what lies outside my compartment.
But there are rumours of a land,
A land more beautiful than anything else.
Sometimes I feel the gentle brush of wind on my skin
when the window cracks a little bit,
But it always seals itself back together.
I’ve started to think the land outside does not exist.
After all, I’ve never seen it.
All that I see is a room with one window.
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Klaudia Barylska Poem
Poem for you- let’s make things better again
Empty hall,
Heavy heart,
I walk around,
But my eyes are bound.
I reach out,
Trying to bleach the darkness within,
but a hand took the bleach away,
and I think I have gone astray.
I have never seen a hand look so metallic yet so soft,
So beautiful yet so ugly,
So white yet so black,
I wish I could be grey like you.
But my skin is dark,
It’s not the smell of chocolate you feel,
So soothing and calm,
Like the night sky on a silent rooftop,
It’s the smell of coal,
And the feel of sweat and tears,
As you try to make the machine work,
But it never does,
And you’re running out of coal.
I try to give you more,
But it’s not the coal you need,
It’s the sun,
How do I do the impossible?
The suns outside,
I only noticed it there recently,
But you’re inside the machine,
Do I have to let you go?
For you to feel the warmth on your skin?
Is there a way to bring the light inside?
I don’t want a lightbulb,
It always breaks.
I want the sun
For you and me and for us.
Empty hall.
I try to knock.
Silence.
Where’s the sun gone?
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Klaudia Barylska Poem
Green is the colour of nature,
Peace,
Harmony,
Health.
But what happens when the green is clouded?
When a heavy cloak of darkness blackens the soil around the root?
When red gems seep out of the tree trunks?
When the flowers start to bend with the weight of salty pearls?
People love going to forest,
Dancing with trees
And singing with me,
But,
When the trees start wilting,
And the rain starts dripping,
Nobody thinks about rebuilding,
The green inside me.
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To the left of me,
To the right of me,
In the front,
In the back.
I don’t move, I don’t breathe,
I look at them, through my blurred eyes.
They have their most powerful weapon aimed at me,
The weapon which does not hurt,
The weapon which kills.
I look around,
I’m surrounded,
There’s nowhere to run, to hide, to escape.
I’m waiting,
Waiting for the sound of death.
Then, out of nowhere,
They fire.
Their weapon rips me open,
Tearing me of my pride,
Making me hollow.
I beg for mercy,
I say I’ll do anything for it,
Anything.
But they don’t stop,
They’re still firing,
They pay no attention to my pleading,
They’re still firing.
“Klaudia, could you tell me the equation for speed?”
I look around,
Everyone’s looking at me
“is it distance divided by time?”
“correct”
Everybody looks back at the teacher,
Unaware,
That they’re still firing.
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I am bursting with red,
Inside and outside.
They don’t see,
But I feel the lines rubbing against my black façade
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It’s been some time.
I look down and I wish I could see a ghost line on my skin,
But there’s nothing there.
I chain my hands at night,
Not trusting the thoughts that control them.
I crave for red,
But I don’t even have white.
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My acid pearls dissolved the bondage from my hands,
And my hands wander in search of red.
They break apart the healed,
And tear down the months of purity.
I am bursting with red.
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Klaudia Barylska Poem
I am new,
a flower which was given water,
I drink in the water, the words which you spill into my soil,
I treasure them,
they breath air into my lungs, give spark into my eyes.
I am sprouting new petals every day,
a burst of fiery red growing taller every day,
fresh pollen flying into the air every day.
I am blue,
someone stomped on my petals,
a blue hue bursting out of me,
mixing with my blood red nectar flowing out of my veins,
But you water me,
the words which you spill into my soil,
I treasure them,
they mend my cuts, draw the pain away.
I look up to you every day,
when you come to water me every day,
my red hue dancing around you every day.
I am Blissful,
And you are Beautiful.
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Klaudia Barylska Poem
I once gave a rose to the sun,
As a confession of thank you’s and warmth.
It was a rose found in a beautiful garden next to an apple tree,
It was buried under the rich soil,
And a snake with broken eyes told me not to touch it.
But I did.
I once gave a rose to the sun,
But the sun cut off the dance of the red petals,
And they fell down to the ground,
Begging for water.
In the end,
They never got any,
But they still try to dance on broken legs.
The stem never wilted though.
You couldn’t cut it or break it or burn it,
And it hurt you if you tried.
I left it at home,
And put it in a vase with no water,
Hoping that it would die and grow.
I once gave a rose to the sun,
and in return the sun gave me a stem with thorns and red faced broken dancers.
One day I realised that the vase seemed to look at me with familiar broken eyes,
And that the sun wasn’t shining anymore.
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Klaudia Barylska Poem
Train of thought
I once saw a golden rose online,
It cost only £20.
For the lifetime of memories,
kissed in gold,
It’s worth the price, isn’t it?
That rose would never wilt,
It would stand there,
Shiny and bold,
All that was needed,
Was just care,
Making sure you tell everyone to be careful near the rose.
And dusting too,
Making sure the rose looks beautiful and sparking as always.
I saw the rose online,
And I thought of you,
And I knew I would never get that rose from you,
For £20 for a lifetime of happiness is too much for you.
Tbh,
It seems like respect for a lifetime of happiness is too much for you too.
Tbh,
I knew you were poor,
I can accept that,
Not being able to meet in fancy places,
Not offering to pay the bill,
Not traveling too far for me.
That’s ok
But it’s your poorness of heart that I cannot accept,
the lack of respect I cannot accept,
and it’s the lack of kindness that I will not accept.
Tbh,
I am confused.
After all, you did warn me.
You warned me of your greediness
Your shallow way of thinking,
Your roughness.
So why am I angry?
I wanted this didn’t I?
I enjoyed it right?
So why am I angry?
Crash
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Red.
What is the first thing you think?
Maybe love.
Maybe anger.
Maybe blood.
Do you dread to hear the word red?
And remember the first time you bled,
In your bed,
Where you fed your death bed,
And fled the thread ahead?
Is it the lines of red you remember?
Those small beads of life on your skin?
That unscrewed pencil sharper?
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They ask me.
I say,
Be happy you don’t know.
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Klaudia Barylska Poem
Snow Drop
A sunshine in the winter,
The weight of snow,
Droops the snow drop down,
Yet it doesn’t fall,
It only blooms.
A star in the night,
The memory so long,
Yet so alive,
Lives through generations,
Alive as long as the colour white dances on the ground.
A goddess floating in white,
The smile that only She can give,
While floating in a scent of hope,
A sunshine in the winter.
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