http://slow.writerscafe.org/Koziorowska The original writings of author Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775973768 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I got my way to hell wrong.I found a broken tear in your heart.The almighty night has made itselfat home in me, ready to bringdarkness instead of the simple spurts of dawn.I promise that I will rememberevery inch of your body,that I will feel the weight of your touchon my skin.Don't open a window in.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2850625/ I decide to visit the old daysthat gave me the purest smileinstead of the cursed constellations.I find a dry slice of fearso that I can learn to love again,slowly, without haste.Kiss my threadbare heart, lie next tomy exhausted soul.Feel how fate sings a balladrobbed of words.The dawn that is dying .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2850624/ Everything feels likea sleepy morning that won't go awayuntil you shed a tear,the last tear in this cursed decade.All that you can seeunites with the nearby paradisefrom which the last angel left.Approach my breath,feel the cool touch of tender, unfamiliar handson your skin.Are you able to face the .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2850622/ Don't interrupt my lost words.Do not oppose the silencethat has settled in my lungs.Your thoughts are warm, even warmerthan the desires you wantto give me.No, nothing else matterswhen another sleepless day passesin us, when we miss unnatural breath.My skin is unaccustomed to touch.My senses cravea l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2850620/ Your meetings with my solitudeare exquisite.Words that woke up too hastilywill remain unforgettable.Please draw on the wall of my hellthe gate to paradise,long locked with a padlock.I swear to myself, I promise others,that a dawn will awaken in methat will bring tears instead of fresh light.I don't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2850619/ The Dark Messiah, do you feelthe darkest shadowthrobbing in people's hearts?Can you hear the hateblooming in ashen souls?The Hand of God, get up from the kneesto which this desolate universehas thrown you.Regain your faithin the most beautiful wordsthat are waiting today, abandonedin a human dump.Th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2850618/ I am looking for these sad wordsthat will not bring empty tears.I am looking for such dreamsI did not deserve,although I tried so hard to love. Sinister memories lurk betweenheaven and earth,love robbed of loneliness.I am seeking a signpostamong the stars.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2836078/ I miss dreams again, I suffer fromlack of desires again.Words are hidden undera curtain of light, thoughtsdo not know the waythat leads to the endof this mad journey throughblack and white consciences. Teach me how to walkso that fear doesn't end,so t.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2835648/ I am lying in bed, dreamless,faithless in the unknown.Solitude does not want to return,illusions have turned to dust. I don't want to love your anxiety,I'm trying to understandthe cause of sweet and sour tears. Imbued with light, I search forthe sour.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2835646/ I came back with my first failedkiss.I plunged into the lightto find a bit of dead time. Promise methat what's left of uswill be just the black flowerof loneliness. Admit a sin you didn't commitbecause tears dictate it.Do not avoid fear, it wil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2835645/ I can't see the starsthat could bring a missed prayer.I can't see the lightthat would bring me a pieceof heaven. I would like to feelyour unfinished poem,your inescapable silence,which cannot be lied to. Don't swear that lovealways ends at th.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2835644/ I found deceived glancesin the dead silence.I found between the wordsthis thought that belongs tono one. I want to feelyour restless body on my soul.The journey around timenever ends.Prove that death concernsonly the bravest. Overcome the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2835379/ What we call memorydoes not always endwith the return of the stars. What does not belong to usfinds solace in thoughtsthat were born in sleeplesslonging. Found desiresdo not succumb to tears.Stray silence takes a triparound life. I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2835378/ You are a dreamthat cannot be escaped.You are a memory for whichit is worth departinginto the unknown. I remember those timeswhen happinesswas in sadness. I will not get ridofthe memories that have saved mysoulmany times. I am looking in .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2832978/ Destroyed images, dressed inour words, collide with green tearsof the innocent.Wounded names, locked incold hands, do not concernour consciences,they do not promise a better past.Light the wind in our mouths, singa ballad without words.Do not run away from loneliness,love has become a complaintwitho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2827922/ All visible stars are gone,a few remorse remain,the desolate time immersed inyour green body.Frozen thoughts have escapedfrom the well, and the memorythat you do not dare to cherishis peeking out from behindthe mirror.In love with footprintson my soul, engulfed bysupposed silence, I am playingin lif.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2827787/ I have found the sourceof my existence in you.Walking along the dark, swampy sideof the road, I have stumbled uponthe most beautiful futureI wish to dedicate to you.I am painfully in lovewith your light, with the smileyou have been looking forso long in the thorny shadows.I was choked by the unexpec.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2825478/ Loneliness is too beautifulto be given a happy name.Love is too poor to finishthe next chapterand turn the page over. Show me your favorite heart,share with me your truest liethat will make me understandthat light is a gift forthe blind as well. .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2824407/ Don't pretend your lifebelongs to someone else.Don't admit to silencewith so many unfinished breathsseparating us. Hidden behind the Moon,I'm looking for stars to obey me.There is a sky where someonehas written the nameof the night. Calm was .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2824406/ You call my name but all you hearis an echo of emptiness.You knock on the ajar door, butno one opens it.You no longer remember which angeldeprived you of your soul,which God punished for a sinyou did not commit.The stars fall offthe black shroud of night,the moon tactfully turns its face away.My tho.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2824079/ I am in love with your tears,I admire the morning lightin your heart.What we call blood is just liquid lovethat God has given a false name.I realized how few wordsare needed to name emptiness,to appreciate silence.Hidden behind the wall I builtall my childhood, I am breastfeedingyour best dreams,you.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2824078/ Yesterday morning, I chosethe wrong side of the road.The path that leads to shadows of light.You are the source of dreams,you are the silencethat will never return.I do not want love, I am not looking forloneliness that could fill mysweet and sour fantasies.Let my memories be born again,allow wastef.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2823072/ Do not look towards the lightso that you can see whatis most beautiful.Do not look for solitudewhere time reigns.Look straight into the smiling faceof the sky, hug your cheekto raspberry clouds.Will the body, devoid of madness,give way to an ashen soul?I walk away, the pain follows melike a lost sha.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2823071/ Your name reminds me ofmy most beautiful dreams.Hidden in silence of your birthmarks,I seek light that will fulfill the future.I love your borrowed fear,I idolize all orphaned tears.Dance with meeven though the dance flooris painfully soft.Staring at the sky at your feet, I look forthe source of sol.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2823068/ I was born on the side of light.I have woven your lost smilefrom cobwebs, I have absolvedyour orphaned night.Wait for me to resurrectthe first summer rain in us,until my pain becomesa cursed mystery.I'll wake up to your thoughtsI didn't deserve.I wanted to dreamof a more beautiful lips,but your smil.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2823067/ You are a happy journeywithout return.The poor and sentenced to lifeimprisonment believe inyour deaf tears.You are suffering, you are the storytold by tired lips.It's worth it for you to losea few heavy sighs along the way.I see the God in you with whomyou can drink a cup of black coffee.Your dreams.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2823066/ Is what we call the soul worthy of love?Can what is known as hatebecome loneliness?The seconds that slip out ofthe lids are no longerlove stolen from the deaf-mute hope.Give me your heart, let me feelthe softness of your touch,let me feel your lemon lipsoffering me a lost kiss.Many years have passed.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2822920/ You are the blind lightthat seeks salvation in unknownways.You are the hope for persistentoneswho do not know how to gowith the flow of white blood. Kiss me so that I rememberall the stars that fell at ourfeet.Don't play God,you lost this passionate gam.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2822570/ I sold you my final tear.I have returned my best dreamsto an orphanage.Can you see the reflectionof your heart in my eyes?Do you feel the taste of spring sky?The skin forgot silence ofyour kisses, the scream of lonely hands.A long-lived dream crashed tothe ground, the only fawn starshattered against.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2820748/ Before life catches up us, my thoughtswill have faded. The words,stripped of freshly picked stars,roll through emptiness of your gaze.I made up a world that everyonewill envy me. I made myselfsuch tears that every tramp dreams of.Light the morning in my night,light kindle hope that will help merecog.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2820670/ I wanted to die in the spite of love,but my thoughts stood upfor the light.I tried to make sense of this ballad,but pain kept me from dreamingagainst providence.Love, do you exist to name lost stars?Hate, did you come back to feedour uncertain desireswith your bloody flesh?Get up and look in my mirr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2820667/ Give me a dream that will make meforget about the present.Lead me to such light whereeven the tiniest penumbradoes not wander.Love has again thwarted my plansfor tomorrow's loneliness.My time, staring in the mirror,does not know which way to get intomy naked thoughts.Don't avoid my dreams, they are .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2820622/ Made of hope, I search for lightin wounded words.Raised from the ashes, I followyour silence, which is louderthan the calls of a homeless angel.Left thought hurts,time does not bring evening.Will you come backwhen I can't protect myselffrom my dreams?I am swallowed up by chaosthat your crystal hand .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2820621/ I don't love your prophetic dreamsstill wandering around.I do not follow silencethat resembles the firstsummer snow.I'm here to know the truthabout your beautiful mind.I am here to give a bodyto found words.When you raise me from ashesof conscience, when you takemy firstborn shadow in your arms,let .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2820620/ I am getting closerto your fanatic desires.I am coloring the lost kissyou gave me a few seconds ago. Don't feed mewith bad words.Instead of dreaming, help mefind the source of this light. The world does not belong toGod anymore, people have taken.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2819774/ Why is passion avoidingmy fresh body?Why cannot lust breach a doorajar?Immersed in screaming,I look for respite from saltywords,words tasting likeyour trembling, moist skin. Before I set out to finddeserted islands, before I sensethe source of your li.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2818476/ I don't want to die in armsof naked clouds.I don't want to be bornat the feet of the murdered Moon. Lift my heart out of conscience,look at the abyss, towards the wordsthat have long been gone. I wish I could save you frommy hope, but the black rain .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2818473/ Match my last lost tearto my words.The love that someone has wovenfrom dreamsis not needed by anyone today. I hide in the cozy cradleof your hands, hug my cheekagainst the stone pillow. I know your melancholywill never be my smile. D.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2818458/ The aftertaste of your late dreamsis insane. I come, wrapped ina dress from the brightest stars,cuddle up to your sweet fear. I believe in your newbornindifference.I don't need greedy silencefrom you. All I want is a littlesadnessto scare the smooth, tangled.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2818457/ My white blood is flowingagainst the tide.My time is missing your porcelainheart.Help me understandthe pain that, instead of tears,brings soft dreams,cruelly wounded lies. For several generations,my heart has been followingits own path, it does not look forroad.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2818453/ Hidden in the shadowof the flame in your heart,I care for the black flowerof abandoned solitude. Your lips dress my thoughtsinto words, your soul dances likemy body. I wish I could dive intoyour supposed morning,but the last star stuck tomy lashes.&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2818450/ You keep trying onthe same worn face.You misjudge your first life,give it an incorrect meaning. You abandon the futurethat lurks inmy green, still sour gaze. Lead my body whereno hungry soul can go.Don't pretend to loveif you don't know the r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2818447/ Come back with tomorrow's faithin the unknown.Turn away from the light and lookintoeyes of your shadow. You found mein that broken mirror again.I am waiting for your modern dreamthat will save you from the heart. Look away your insistent gaze,b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2818446/ Thousands of wasted stars.Billions of badly spoken words.Will I look for the tearthat will make my future pass? Hidden behind a curtain ofeyelids,I want to feel your painful touchon my conscience. Will you be the man whowill bring me time instead o.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2818170/ Rise above the sky, above theheavensspread at my feet. Catch up with my memories,casually give the last sunset. Before you pass, take a lookat my reflectionin your broken mirror.You are an oasis in the wastelandof my expired life. I am playing .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2818169/ You are the messengerwho feeds methe first extinct star at sunrise.You are the painthat brings green tearstangled in my eyelashes. I believe in a premature twilightwhich, instead of street lamps,ignites deserted hearts. I still wander between.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2818168/ Entangled in my own thoughts,I wait for the timeto become my shadow as well. Subordinated to the silence,I float on the wave of yourbreath,I take God's hand and believethat the pain has stopped hauntingmy yearly dreams. I will wait if the newborn s.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2818167/ My love has lost to your pain.Time scarred before your hopewas caught on fire. The torn skin is warm and soft,it reminds me of a childhooddream.Don't make me learna human language. I do not understand all dreamscome true. A few sour tearsare en.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2817663/ You touch my tears,you drink the smile frommy dreams. You are a delusionthat my thoughts may touch.I need your shadow again,I want your dead tears. I look into the mirrorthat reflects your face,the face of time.Today the star is shiningfo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2816529/ I don't want to dreamdespite the silencethat won't return.I fear forbidden thoughtsin which there is so little God,so little free will. I would find the seedof your fear if the worldwere a little more tame.Don't feed me the needlesof the stars, don't .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Koziorowska/2816498/