HeyJaredAmadeusz’s Library
A raw literary journal blending poetry, myth, and reflection—exploring human fractures, silence, and meaning through an untamed, uncompromising voice. Written by Amadeusz Motyl
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- Sep 29, 2026
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But I feel something, someone (opens the original)
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Melody of Misty Nights (Translation) (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedQuiet, quiet, let us not wake the sleeping water in the hollow, Let us dance in the depths of skies, with a breeze... Let us twist like ribbon around the moon, Which fills our transparent bodies with rainbow light, And drink the murmur of streams, that drown in the lake, The airy sighs of stone pines and the whisper of the spruce trees, Let us drink the fresh scent of flowers blooming on the mountain slopes, Resounding, colo
A Tale Without a Cry (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedAs I walked along the pavement through my little town, I always found myself staring at the trees. Some evergreen, some leafy. Each one was its own dot. Yet I always watched them with a raised brow, clenching my teeth tighter at the sight of their patchwork green. There was one with dark shades of red. I remember it, there in the middle of the forest, like a child abandoned somewhere in a crowd, or that old schoolmate you al
Smooth and Sweet Tap Dancing (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedIt was getting dark, and I walked along the beach with a sky like grenadine. I wondered if it was sweet as well, like the drinks. The sight made me happy, and with it I melted like a cube of ice, able to savor it down to the very last drop. I stood still, motionless, looking up as if I were drifting away through my empty stomach. It distracted me for as long as the Cooper test. I forgot who was around me, or perhaps there wa
What will preserve these memories? (opens the original)
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Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedBrela, small, simple, and beautiful. These olive trees grow between the concrete, close to the beach. A ray catches them, the light is everywhere, the road shines! Inside their bark they will hold the imprints of new lives.<a class="image-link image2 is-viewable-img" href="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!UY0H!,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.am
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