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[Lariana]

Przetrwanie
Chocia¿ nie znam tajników ¿ycia,
nie wiem co znaczy ¿yæ.
Jednak idê bezkresn± dolin±,
by tam marzyæ i ¶niæ.

Obraz nêdzy i g³odu nie jest mi obcy.
Znam rozpacz, têsknotê, ¿al nieosi±galny.
Dalej brnê po okruchach nocy.
Nie straszne mi burze, pioruny okrutne.
Z³e s³owa , rani³y do g³êbi.

Wobec nieskoñczono¶ci naszych istnieñ.
To tylko sople lodu na malutkiej rynnie.

Wiem,¿e ch³ód mo¿na pokochaæ,
gdy posiadasz odpowiedni pancerz.
Ciep³y, ze s³ów ,z ust Boga.

[Alchemik]

Masz talent Czekamy na wiêcej! )
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[Lariana]

Dziêkuje *skromny*..
Postaram siê poszperaæ w zeszycie i przepisaæ jakie¶..

[kyus]

Dobry, chociaz wielu nie zna zycia od brzydkiej strony
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[Lariana]

A tu trochê zmienny nastrój .Mia³am dola jak widaæ ,jak to pisa³am..

[5.01.2009r.]

Jak¿e ciê¿ko jest nic nie czuæ,
nie spalac siê ,nie têskniæ ,nie umieraæ poczwórnie.

Jak wspaniale czuæ u¶cisk d³oni, blask ,b³ysk, spokój.
Dusiæ siê w sobie ,palpitacje serca.
Chwilowa rado¶æ, euforia.

Wieczny strach,
Nieokie³znana si³a, popychaj±ca ku bezdro¿om.
Pielêgnuj±ca odciski, splugane rêce brudem.

Posypuj± siê wiórka, niczym kamienie.
Lekkie jest ciê¿kie..

[Atyde]

Potrafisz zamy¶liæ. Gratulacje - masz talent.
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Je¿eli TU nie odnajdziemy szczê¶cia,
nie odnajdziemy go nigdzie.

Je¿eli TERAZ nie odnajdziemy szczê¶cia,
nie odnajdziemy go nigdy.

Tu gdzie jestes,
teraz, gdy o tym my¶lisz;
jest czas na mi³o¶æ. Jak nigdy.

[Jacey]

Going Home

I first heard this story a few years ago from a girl I had met in New York's Greenwich Village. Probably the story is one of those mysterious bits of folklore that reappear every few years, to be told a new in one form or another. However, I still like to think that it really did happen, somewhere, sometime.(wow power leveling,)
　　
　　They were going to Fort Lauderdalethree boys and three girls and when they boarded the bus, they were carrying sandwiches and wine in paper bags, dreaming of golden beaches as the gray cold of New York vanished behind them.
　　
　　As the bus passed through New Jersey, they began to notice Vingo. He sat in front of them, dressed in a plain, ill-fitting suit, never moving, his dusty face masking his age. He kept chewing the inside of his lip a lot, frozen into some personal cocoon of silence.

　　
　　Deep into the night, outside Washington, the bus pulled into Howard Johnson's, and everybody got off except Vingo. He sat rooted in his seat, and the young people began to wonder about him, trying to imagine his life: perhaps he was a sea captain, a runaway from his wife, an old soldier going home. When they went back to the bus, one of the girls sat beside him and introduced herself. Sro Gold
　　
　　“We're going to Florida,” she said brightly.“ I hear it's really beautiful.”

　　“It is, ” he said quietly, as if remembering something he had tried to forget.

　　“Want some wine?” she said. He smiled and took a swig. He thanked her and retreated again into his silence. After a while, she went back to the others, and Vingo nodded in sleep.
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　　In the morning, they awoke outside another Howard Johnson's,and this time Vingo went in. The girl insisted that he join them. He seemed very shy, and ordered black coffee and smoked nervously as the young people chattered about sleeping on beaches. When they returned to the bus, the girl sat with Vingo again, and after a while, slowly and painfully, he told his story. He had been in jail in New York for the past four years, and now he was going home.
　
　　“Are you married?” World of Warcraft power leveling

　　“I don't know.”

　　“You don't know?” she said.

　　“Well, when I was in jail I wrote to my wife,” he said. “ I told her that I was going to be away a long time, and that if she couldn't stand it, if the kids kept asking questions, if it hurt too much, well, she could just forget me, I'd understand. Get a new guy, I saidshe‘s a wonderful woman,really somethingand forget about me. I told her she didn't have to write me for nothing. And she didn‘t. Not for three and a half years.”

　　“And you're going home now, not knowing?”

　　“Yeah,” he said shyly. “ Well, last week, when I was sure the parole was coming through, I wrote her again. We used to live in Brunswick, just before Jacksonville, and there's a big oak tree just as you come into town. I told her that if she'd take me back, she should put a yellow handkerchief on the tree, and I'd get off and come home. If she didn't want me, forget itno handkerchief, and I'd go on through.”

　　“Wow,” the girl exclaimed. “Wow.” world of warcraft power leveling

　　She told the others, and soon all of them were in it, caught up in the approach of Brunswick, looking at the pictures Vingo showed them of his wife and three children. The woman was handsome in a plain way, the children still unformed in the much-handled snapshots.
　
　　Now they were 20 miles from Brunswick, and the young people took over window seats on the right side, waiting for the approach of the great oak tree. The bus acquired a dark, hushed mood, full of the silence of absence and lost years. Vingo stopped looking, tightening his face into the ex-con's mask, as if fortifying himself against still another disappointment.

　　Then Brunswick was ten miles, and then five. Then,suddenly, all of the young people were up out of their seats, screaming and shouting and crying, doing small dances of joy. All except Vingo. wow power level

　　Vingo sat there stunned, looking at the oak tree. It was covered with yellow handkerchiefs20 of them, 30 of them, maybe hundreds, a tree that stood like a banner of welcome billowing in the wind. As the young people shouted, the old con rose and made his way to the front of the bus to go home.

[TIGRA]

Wiem ¿e jeste¶ blisko.

Czujê Twoj± obecno¶æ...

Wchodzê do pokoju.

Stoisz w ciszy. Patrzysz nieobecnym wzrokiem przez okno.

Podchodzê bli¿ej Ciebie.

Jeste¶ taki niedostêpny…tak blisko a jednak tak daleko…

¦wiat zamiera w bezruchu.

Czujê ogromne napiêcie...

¯elazna obrêcz strachu i podniecenia zaciska siê na mnie.

Serce uderza coraz szybciej.

Wyci±gam d³oñ w Twoim kierunku, ale nie dotykam.

W powietrzu obrysowujê kszta³t barków, ramion, pleców…

Zbli¿am twarz do Twej szyi. Pod skór± têtni ¿ycie.

Tak piêknie pachniesz…

Moje usta delikatnie dotykaj± Twojej skóry.

S³yszysz jak niespokojnie oddycham.

Odwracasz siê i patrzysz w moje oczy.

Czytasz we mnie jak w otwartej ksiêdze.

Twój wzrok siê zmienia. U¶miechasz siê zadziornie.

Obejmujesz mnie delikatnie, ale zdecydowanie.

W Twoich ramionach czujê siê tak bezpieczna…

Zamykam oczy, ch³onê tê chwilê w ciszy…
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[kyus]

Mily wiersz Az wspomienia wracaja x)
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[TIGRA]

to co nie wypowiedziane do koñca
bywa bardziej wymowne
ni¿ to co przedstawione wprost...
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Zdanie jednostki -
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[Sasha]

Podoba mi siê. Czekam na inne.