Fairies(t) of them all

(POLISHED VERSION AND CONTINUATION) My hands were still shaking from the effort of holding the sword. New blisters started to appear on top of the old ones. The battle was over, but I didn’t want to show them how exhausted it left me. That no matter all the training I had, I would never be…

No one is born a Pope

  Karol Wojtyła, 1920, born. My mum, she said, I will be someone, A priest. But I was about to become more. I knew what was needed. When my country, and world, kept on bleeding.   Poland, catholic country, although my friends were Jews, too. Kruger, we met kicking ball on the street. My role,…

Queen of Hearts

    Not a Fairy-tale, but truth. A white rose united with red ones. A rumour her mum was a witch, A truth, Elizabeth was meant for greatness. Alive to be sister, daughter, niece, wife and mother to a king. The Queen in her own rights. Arrange marriage, true love? Deep devotion. They’re engaged, so…

Too late, too late

Beep-beep, Beep-beep The sounds around him, the goal near him, a steady life – A dream. Make it happen.        Too Late… Beep-beep, Beep-beep “It’s all there is,” they say. He listens. It all went too fast, too rushed.     He knows.  Beep-beep, Beep-beep His life, in a blink. His heart, still fighting His head, shaking,            NO,     NO,            NO His lungs,…

Dying with you

50 years, it a long time. Yet, too short, I am undone. Celebration,  reminding of my loss. You weren’t all that I had, But now I feel like I have nothing. Give me the reason, My Lord. My wife believed in you, she prayed. As I pray, now. Why did you let her go, and stopped…

Faeries(t) of them all

  My hands are still shaking from the effort of holding the sword. The battle was over, but I didn’t want to show them how exhausted it left me. That no matter all the training I had I would never be as good as them. I would never be as strong, or untiring.    Sometimes…

Rose Love

I love what I fear, I attract what I desire. Once lovers now, a joke. A marriage? More like a bad-written love story. I wanted, too much, too soon. Too now. Sense where it was none. My heart killed her mind. Her hand healed my wounds. But I was not the one who bled. Lound,…

Same but different

Piotrkowska Street, the ‘glory’ of Łódź, a city of Poland.  One of the longest commercial thoroughfares in Europe.  But for me, it was just a place to spend free time. Maybe go to a restaurant or for coffee with a friend. I had there my worst date and one of the best parties I ever…

Death is a lover

    Agesandros, The Darkness, The Ruler of Underworld, I am all, and I am none. Bone Sovereign, Hades, The God of Death,  all true yet false. I take lives and souls, but I give all what they want – Forever, a place to call home. If you deserve, that it. For others, my gifts…

Signature of Hapiness

My key to happiness is to have a low expectation; when things are surprisingly nice, it seems even better and when they’re bad, I expected it, so it doesn’t hurt as much. How many times I had too high expectations while starting a book, and it completely destroyed it for me? But sometimes there’s something inside…

Our past is nothing more than memories

Memories and imagination often collide. For example six months Ewuś couldn’t remember her grandad holding her in his arm. Especially she wasn’t able to have memories looking from afar on this scene. It was a memory but not Ewuś’s. Maybe it was her grandad’s memory but it is impossible to ask him since he died…