Truly elaborate descriptions!

Analysing my own character… xD

SWEET CHILD

       There is a child in me which never grows -

a Peter Pan - most viciously content

whenever it convinces me to spend

hours on leisure and idle repose.

       Nothing to do all day or play a game

is everything my inner child requests,

begging incessantly to screw the rest -

to screw my adulthood and stay the same.

       I do not want to listen to this voice

and yet I need to follow its advice -

foolish I choose to be rather than wise

and listen to advisers who are false.

       Though I desire change, I need it not,

or rather want only a part of it;

to be mature, yet always be a kid;

stay fresh inside - only outside to rot.

Copyright © by Joanna Witkowska

May this Christmas time
be merry and fine,
may peace be with you
and family thine!
May presents be great
and relatives kind,
whatever you dream
may you finally find!

xx

A poem about my friends, recently engaged. ^^ I don’t know all the details, of course, so at times I had to improvise… ;)

SECRETIVE

       Secretively he moves across the room,

rose petals rustle, strewn under his feet;

his future happiness before him looms,

opens the door - oblivious and sweet.

       She is so tired of the passing day

and wants to rest in her beloved’s arms;

she sees rose petals lying in her way

and in the air she senses wondrous charms.

       They meet halfway and kiss each other’s lips

and then he leads his love on, on a quest

prepared to win her hand and her to keep

safe, loved and his, in matrimony blest.

       The game is played, he kneels, the words are said

and happiness explodes in loving hearts.

She says YES, nearly faints, then cries instead…

From this day on their ways will never part.

Copyright © by Joanna Witkowska

Tom Riddle was in church today as well… Is it lack of cunning or is he following me…? :shifty:

This is something which I spawned some time ago before a certain movie night and since last night I went to a marathon of Gigi la Trottola I think it is quite adequate for today. ^^

MOVIE NIGHT

Here it comes, DVDs and videos!

Let’s relax! It is time to start the show!

All the classic films,

some old and some new,

and the greatest treat -

silly horrors too.

Everyone wants some contribution.

Bring it on, show us what you’ve got!

Psychedelic films,

fucking our minds through.

We always want more,

what else can we do?

Killer Shrews, Monster Robots wait for you,

see them all, till you can see no more!

All-night marathon,

Star Wars, Hobbits too.

If you can’t watch this,

let’s go buy some booze!

Let us watch them all,

watch them all,

laugh out loud all night,

watch them all,

let us watch them all

till the morning light.

Copyright © by Joanna Witkowska

Maybe cheesy, but so what?! ^^ I just felt like it some time ago, feeling lonely, bla bla bla… xD

THAT MAN

       There is a man I need to write about -

I do not know him, nor does he know me…

He’s an ideal I would never doubt

if fate somehow ever brought him here…

       His features are delightful to behold;

his body fit and slim, yet muscular;

his eyes green as the sea and as sea bold;

his hair tinted with ruddy glow, yet dark.

       That man’s smile always lightens my dark mood,

whenever sadness comes to bring me down…

He must be mine, whether he’s bad or good,

or never will I wear a wedding gown…

Copyright © by Joanna Witkowska

A recent dream… ;)

STRANGE LIGHTNING

       A circle in the sky,

a glowing wonder.

The storm is near

and yet I hear no thunder.

       A sparkling line of light

is crawling down -

a wondrous sight!

       The ground, untouched, stays numb.

Strange lightnings flash

and leave no mark.

Between two circles bright they stay forever jammed,

doing no harm, losing no spark.

       Ball lightnings everywhere

appear in disarray,

like big balloons of navy blue.

In greater wonder still I stare.

       In fear I want them to approach -

the orbs bounce off my window pane…

And then I wake and feel regret,

trying to catch my dream in vain…

Copyright © by Joanna Witkowska