Julia Giza
Poet · Warsaw · Poland
Poem butterfly
A writing journey
A girl whose dream are unfound and unknown by anyone. Her poems are profound and hopeful. She deeply believes her poems are dedicated to those who feel the same.
The butterfly she signes with is
Published writing
Weak
She said I'm weak.
Am I weak? I don't know.
I wish I knew. I wish I wasn't.
Is a falling leaf weak?
It has stayed on the tree for so long.
It fights the wind to stay in the air.
But in the end it still falls to the ground.
If one thing is stong,
Does it mean,
The other is weak?
Am I weak or strong?
Is it strong of me to live?
Or is it a fear of leaving it behind me?
I want to belive it's strenght.
But I often believe lies.
Am I weak or strong?
Is it strong of me to lie?
Or is it a fear of telling the truth?
I'm not sure it's strenght.
But I'm not sure of anything.
Thoughts
My mind is an abandoned land.
It has been for a while now.
No one wants to understand it.
There is no other way,
Than to keep it locked away.
The thoughts overwhelm me.
They make me question every word.
They make me powerless and fearful.
But no one sees it under the mask.
I am trained o conceal, to deceive.
My trembling lips are imaginary.
My pounding heart tears my skin,
In pieces it's as useless as myself.
Legs are giving up, too weak,
But I don't crumble to the floor.
Why?
Wings keep me in the air,
As a cold reminder of my existence.
Not angel's though, no.
They belong to devils.
Good devils they are, want me.
The Afterworld can't be worse, can it?
In those minutes,
I dream about a better life.
Maybe a life where I don't live.
So I close my eyes tightly
And let that turquoise apark apear.
A shadow-touch
I've always felt her differently,
Ever since we met.
I couldn't stop thinking about her.
Wanting to feel her feelings.
Wanting to talk endlessly.
I knew who I loved then.
A girl as pretty as stars.
A girl as pretty as rain.
Was I a fool,
Not realizing it before?
I overthink her every smile,
Until it drives me crazy.
Her smiling eyes are bright,
Butterflies in my stomach,
Start the flight of their lives.
I want that seconds for eternity.
But does she like me?
Or does she know me?
I want to ask her.
I want her friendship.
I want her more and more.
I walk in circles,
Pacing till exhausted.
My eyes wide,
Crying from emotion.
I won't sleep this night again,
'Cause she shadow-touched my hand.