Magdalena Góralska

My universe

© Magdalena Góralska, 2024

“time is the ashes of a day

emptiness poured out from the stars

immortal”

Poetry about everything and nothing; about the loneliness of modern girl lost in the world of digital feelings and concrete cages.

ISBN 978-83-8369-608-9

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The Night

eyelids froze with darkness

the moonlight has gone out

loneliness swallows like a river

I get drunk with pain and disappear

the night has spread its wings

nothingness pours out of the stars

I’m going to swallow the darkness and win

the knife throw

ready

steady

go

I walk through the valley of thorns

it’s still a lonely road

pain and sorrow will pass

though there is no trace of god

the abyss is dull and thick

draws me deeper into solitude

it is tangibly enchanted

though I cannot touch it

Pink sky

how many shades every day

are painted in his eyes

he has been running away from time

for so many years

waking up on the insane

slopes

he has learned death by heart

though he still hopes

that the pink sky

will give him back his world

fed with nothingness

suffers from indigestion

from already rotten truths

the edge of the night cripples the pain

how long can you get drunk

with the darkness

eternal questions

whether it is worth living now and here

whether to believe in a pink sky

play a thousand roles

another day bared its fangs

rains soaked with nothingness

emptiness in your heart and dead dreams

though the sky is already pink

you are still passing like a dust

in the wind

Lavender field

Where will you lead me,

lavender field?

When the vale of bitterness is over,

in this vale of tears?

Will you soothe me with the scent of freedom?

Will you wrap me in a violet peace?

When, on the road to infinity,

I'll choke by toil and misery.

Will you cover me in velvet when my hour breaks?

To be reunited with the blue sky,

my heart will beat harder again.

When the darkness envelops me,

and the weakness shrouds my body

I want the lavender field

to bury me in its embrace.

Where the violet is more beautiful

than the diamond,

where the heavenly scent

floats with freedom.

There I want to run,

under the lavender gate.

There I want to get drunk

with eternity and rain…

Syria

the stars are dying

ashamed of our world

freedom bleeds with powerlessness

the wind has smashed its soul

against the rocks

the sun is choked

by the screams of children

secretly

in complete silence

love huddles in the darkness

there is a power

and a drunk executioner

there is no truth

and no mercy

Ireland

Oh, Ireland! A magical land.

Refuge of peace, emerald green child.

Here the mountains rise proudly to the sky,

the rocky shores of the ocean caresses with delight.

The celadon wind sways the silk poppies,

the azure sky is pierced by jet-black birds.

The land of my happiness!

No one else can give me so much love.

Those forests that smell of life

billions of stars under cover at night …

Freedom in the clouds that shimmers with rainbow.

I drowned in the eyes of your greens.

You are born of wind and fog,

bathed in rain, you embellish your thoughts

and dreams.

My place on earth, nectar and inspiration

for my soul.

A thousand and one nights fairy tale,

dreams and dreams come true.

Insomnia

locked in a box

thoughts

come out like snakes

from under the bed

suffocating dreams

with a hard shard

of the night

which lunar eclipse will revive our world????

The End

I have disassembled the madness

into first factors

high-percentage emptiness

multiplied by

the multiplicity of (non)existences

I dose death gradually

one glass

every night

I bite into nothingness

(it hurts less when life escapes from the wrist)

I let the demons

bite my bones

suck them out

the whole world

and fear

so many spaces around

each one just

to discover

I pushed Heaven out of me

when the End opened the window

I move

in the orbit of death

the walls scream

cut

jump

rush towards destruction

I’m leaving

to the other side of the mirror

so the wind can smash it

into billions pieces

of madness

I penetrate

through the velvety darkness

and I get drunk

with condemnation

it no longer hurts

Concrete dream

for a moment again

the sun went out

demons have bitten through

armour

scarlet blood

stained the day

for a moment again

I broke my bones

against the rock-hard

of events

concrete dream

spilled emptiness into my eyes

left on my pillow

shards of non-existence

I rise again from the ashes

I shake the nothingness

from my knees

and with darkness in my pocket

I look for salvation

I am not afraid

I am not afraid

of the silence at which

the sky faints

and the stars grin

fangs

I am not afraid

of that moment when I will have to

enter the thick

darkness

go out like a flame

and crumble like a leaf

I will leave here a whisper

in a suitcase of dreams

jasmine wishes

and millions of words

I’m not afraid of tomorrow

even though I know

that time is running out

apocalypse

is not destruction

apocalypse

is a new and better

world

Tulips

tulips will still bloom

in the fields of hope

among warm hands

will drink the blood from the pavements

drown out the screams of bombs

love will still bloom

rain will wash away the traces of battle

the dawn will awaken us with freedom

though we have to walk in spite of fear

we still have a thread of life in our hands

the tulips will still bloom

where the wind lulls all our dreams

Spring will awaken the sleepy world

sweep ideas from the sand and mist

a man will rise at last

will shake the nothingness from his knees

because somewhere on the edge of the sky

liberation is calling to us

Without words

bogged down

with splinters in their eyes 

between emptiness and alienation

stood in the throat

like razor blades

words

I tore the loneliness

to blood

I bit this feeling

my pulse still throbbing

it scratched

my soul with a nail

created madness

in her own image

cut off my fingers

so that I can no longer

count the stars

left me speechless

without a single breath

for later

in holey shoes

with tangled thoughts

in every non-existence

there is a seed of new

life

Catch up with the sun

tomorrow by chance

we'll meet at the river

drink our dreams

from a green bottle

the wind will shake our

veins like strings

an unearthly gust

will unhook the braces of life

A sparrow sings of love

that blossomed suddenly

on a flowery meadow

tomorrow by chance

we'll get drunk with death

and at the end of the rainbow

we will catch up with the sun

again…

Old sideboard

today the old sideboard 

squeaked the moment

when the fairy tales were hiding

in the drawers

the smell of honey

and warm milk

time marked the way

when I walked in the happy

footsteps

the rustling of the corn

and the poppies hidden in it

like drops of blood

on the canvas of life

those days came back

when birds sang to me

carefree and joyful

came out of hiding

though my shoes have worn off

and my soul is a little worn out

I smile in silence

when the night is full of stars

memories in a suitcase

though covered with dust

blossomed forever

with forget-me-nots

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