What if someone died, and the chair still sat there, quiet?The cup goes cold on the table like it forgot the plan.The door stays half open, like a mouth that didn’t finish the word.The air feels heavy, the clock doing tiny clicks, not asking me anything.I stand in the doorway, my hoodie too big for … Read more
Foreword / Introduction This poem is a bit different from what I usually write, but my twin sister Aniela asked me to write it, so I did. I’ll share the poem in its original form, with the Polish text, and then the English version for those who don’t know Polish. There’s one part in English … Read more
Foreword / Introduction Hey everyone, it’s been pretty quiet here with summer break going on. I’ll try to share more soon. I don’t want to say much about this next poem, just a heads-up that it might be hard to read if you’ve dealt with depression or suicidal thoughts, as I have. Poem: The Blackness … Read more
Foreword / Introduction Sometimes people forget that foster care isn’t just hard for the children in the system who come and go. It’s hard for the children who are already there, watching everything change. When I was in foster care, I met a boy who remained like a brother to me. What I saw him … Read more
Foreword / Introduction This is my first poem that’s just from my gut feelings, not like the political ones I usually write. It’s gonna be about my real emotions, so some of these poems might have cuss words, like this one does. Poem: You weren’t there! You don’t know what I went through! [Confessional poetry] … Read more
Foreword I usually focus on conflicts and war in my protest poetry, because writing about the environment feels a bit cliché—so many poets already do it. But since today is World Environment Day, I decided to break my own rule, just this once. It’s worth noting that conflicts and war are actually some of the … Read more
Foreword Most of the poems I’ve read, including the one I wrote myself, tend to focus more on Ukraine than on Russia, which is, without any doubt, to blame for the ongoing war and atrocities in Ukraine. We could pretend that “ordinary Russians” are not responsible, but in truth, they absolutely are. It is their … Read more
Foreword A bit of delay since my last poem, which is because I was busy updating the layout of our 3 blog. If anything is not working as expected, please let me know through either the contact form over on Mute Moment, through X, or by commenting under one of my posts. As per the … Read more
Foreword The next chapter in my political poems:Girls’ and women’s rights—not something most boys my age are thought to care about—matter deeply to me. Freedom and dignity are universal rights; they shouldn’t be restricted by gender, ancient texts, or writings from figures with flawed morals that some claim to be divine words. No righteous god … Read more
Borders dissolve where Alpine snow meets Aegean blue—Lisbon loans sunlight to Helsinki’s dusk,Sarajevo’s cafes brew Dublin’s rain,and every train track hums the same chord:“Alone, we’re notes. Together—anthem.” Britain? Come home. Your island is a commain Europe’s run-on sentence. We’ve missed your verbs—the “might” and “could” that once built bridgesfrom your chalk cliffs to our olive … Read more
Foreword Not much for me to say here; my last poem should be clear in my worldview. Ukraine has become a symbol of liberty, of freedom, of strength, of courage, but most of all, of democracy. Its fight against the autocracy of Russia, amidst the rise of tyranny in the United States, is inspiring and … Read more
Foreword We live in a world where adults are too braindead to realize the truth, leading our world to disaster by following authoritarians like Trump and Putin. No longer just embers, the fire is burning. We all stand by as it grows larger, and we’re thrown into dystopia. At the end of days, this will … Read more