Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska : Writing

These Shadows

These Shadows

A Poem by Katarzyna Anna Koziorowsk..


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 ..
My Naked Thoughts

My Naked Thoughts

A Poem by Katarzyna Anna Koziorowsk..


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 ..
Made of Hope

Made of Hope

A Poem by Katarzyna Anna Koziorowsk..


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 t..
Your Prophetic Dreams

Your Prophetic Dreams

A Poem by Katarzyna Anna Koziorowsk..


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 yo..
Fanatic Desires

Fanatic Desires

A Poem by Katarzyna Anna Koziorowsk..


I am getting closer to your fanatic desires. I am coloring the lost kiss you gave me a few seconds ago. Don't feed me with bad word..
My Unnecessary Body

My Unnecessary Body

A Poem by Katarzyna Anna Koziorowsk..


Why is passion avoiding my fresh body? Why cannot lust breach a door ajar? Immersed in screaming, I look for respite from salty words, ..
The Black Rain

The Black Rain

A Poem by Katarzyna Anna Koziorowsk..


I don't want to die in arms of naked clouds. I don't want to be born at the feet of the murdered Moon. Lift my heart out of conscience..
The Cradle

The Cradle

A Poem by Katarzyna Anna Koziorowsk..


Match my last lost tear to my words. The love that someone has woven from dreams is not needed by anyone today. I hide in the cozy ..
Garden of Stones

Garden of Stones

A Poem by Katarzyna Anna Koziorowsk..


The aftertaste of your late dreams is insane. I come, wrapped in a dress from the brightest stars, cuddle up to your sweet fear. I bel..
My White Blood

My White Blood

A Poem by Katarzyna Anna Koziorowsk..


My white blood is flowing against the tide. My time is missing your porcelain heart. Help me understand the pain that, instead of tears, ..