21Spiraling to bonesthis carnival ridealways brings meback to this place.Look at the invisibleup there riding starsthe smoke carried you away.The body doesn't knowthe mind has put stonesin pockets and walked to water.Here is a shellgood for nothing.Put it on a bookcaseor throw it away.
20All the voices; the people,the sea, that's what they are.Buzzing, churning.A vein opening, they seep and slither.This static cold after the wash of warmth.Quickly forgotten, days of nothing.Glass eyes and skin of wax,sickly sweet the rotted flowers.Lips sewn shut; no one listened anyway.
19Darkness bids them sleepleaving the roads for myselfto move in quiet.The light brings them forthI wrap myself in shadowhiding what I am.I wait with patiencefor a time when the darknesswill never retreat.
18Here is the truth written plain:While you are asleep I lay awake beside you.I listen to your breathing to know that you are alive. Let me go first.Here is the truth written plain:I don't believe in the supernatural but I have made you my god.You are the reason I stay when I could easily go. This world is not for me.Here is the truth written plain:I'm not much at all and I know it full wellBut I feel the arms of Death and I haven't felt Life in years. You can do no wrong.
I've lost time.I've lost time. I have no idea where I misplaced it. Maybe there was a hole in one of my pockets that day and it fell out while I was busy dreaming of the future or dwelling in the past.I didn't even notice I had lost it until one day I looked for it and found a calendar of nothing. I even walked all the way through the forest of memory to the station at the very end and I asked the old man with the pocket-watch if he could look through the lost and found. He told me it was gone forever but he gave me a ticket to board the steam engine so I wouldn't have to walk back in the rain.On the way back I watched the shadows of my life through the foggy window. I should have just walked in the damn rain.
17It's because,His name was her nameAnd her name was his name.It's because,Two rivers emptied into the same basinAnd can you tell the waters apart?It's because,You can't take one, leaving the otherAnd expect the other not to follow the one.That's why,She carried the embers into the houseAnd didn't wake up again.
16The moon renders a highwayAs the trees paint the spectre,You sit with a stillness — unnatural;You listen for the twigs to snap.My pulse is a bird strainingAgainst a cage of flesh.
Watch Me Persevere [contest submission]When an ocean of sadness threatened to drown herAnd she really thought it would have been easierTo just sink into the deep, she gave herself theChance to swim. Even though she was tired, sheHeaded towards the shore.Making footprints in the sand, she wondered if this was far enough.Even though she was still tired, she decided to go on.Pacing herself, she moved through the years,Eventually learning that each step was a triumph. She found that herReservoir of strength was much deeper than the ocean -Stretched further than the shore.Every step brought her closer to herself, to theVery essence of her humanity.Even though her journey is not complete, sheRests now, knowing that she isEverything she needs.
15Roads everywhere, serpents sprawling,Endlessly beckoning. We must not beStagnant; ripple, flow, move.Take up the luggage orLeave it to rot.Echo theSettingSun.TravelOnwardTowards theHouse of sediment -Endless blankets of restEmbrace you then. There isNo need to fear a wrong turn, theDestination is the same, no matter the road.
-In the endless tranquil forest,Hidden by the shadows beneath the leaves,I smile; at peace with the world,As your corpse smiles back at me...
A Chance?A Chance?If noone gives you a chance for a long time,then when you are finally given one,most of the times, you gonna fail.And you'll ask for a second one,but you don't deserve it,because out there there are many like youstill awaiting the first one.Do You?Don't Ask For A Chance, Demand What You Need.
The End of the WorldI didn't prepare for the end of the world.I somehow thought that we, reclusive in a hardened bubble-shell, would survive it.I didn't brace for impact, I didn't even consider it happening to us. Why would I?I didn't prepare rations, bedding or bunkers.It didn't occur to me to imagine a post-apocalyptic world in which our love wasn't enough.I didn't see it coming. It destroyed me nonetheless.The end of the world doesn't care for your readiness.
Finding HappinessShe's burning up like a suicide noteAnd upon it's legacy linesScribed in crimson inkIs all her little curios of happiness.Before misery waddled up,Knocked over her correction fluid;Erasing all her joy in a blink.There's a tape recorder by her sideSkipping a death tone melody;The silence she hides inside.Should she stop.And rewind?Wipe her days of self-pity and hateUntil she can record a new songUpbeat to a happy tune of fate.By her crumpled flat dress,Glares wild, her knife and her pills,Though the sight macabreOnly sets her heart ablaze to chills.Serrated metal to barcode inA reminder of all her undying painAnd the dark she kisses within.Numb, she knocks back medicine,Her bus stop on the highway of life.Faltering she drops lipstick blade andTo an honest mirror she turns...What ever happened toThe smiling girl?What ever happened toHer innocent future?Tears fade to a calm stareWhich unravels a soulful grin;A u-shape of acceptanceTo new challenges she mus
lines for rae armantroutFor instance, an old oak grovedisassembled.And to you, Rae, because what appearslike campfiresis always the cosmic cascading bodies,torched and tumbling,and someone screaming evacuate-meaning rebuild, re-haunt.***Reading about the experiment,it became evident-the traffic of moans,crowds of shadows standingin the peripheral,a sense of expectation and dread.This is how death comes in poems:The last campfire in the distance goes dark.
AnimusIf I couldI would vomit my soulAnd let it chain itselfTo my speech Like a parasite.I would let it Become my puppet master,And let it sway my armsIn directionsI never thoughtI would.Instead, I've kept my soulTrapped in a cageAnd watched itTry to biteIt's way to freedom.
Mia Efkeria?Μια Ευκαιρία;Αν κανείς δε σου δίνει μια ευκαιρία για πολύ καιρό,τότε όταν τελικά κάποιος σου δώσει μία,το πιο πιθανό είναι να αποτύχεις.Και θα ζητήσεις μια δεύτερη ευκαιρία,αλλά δεν την αξίζεις,
ForeverYou asked mehow far I would gofor you but you never tookinto considerationthat the earth is round soI’ll end uprepeating myself.
-the stars shineso brightlyin those brown eyes(they're terribly empty, aren't they?)and i knowthat every dayis a struggle(i'm sorry i can't help you)because youhave been sob r o k e n(and no matter what i do, nothing can fix you)but the emptinessin those eyesseems to fade(and life flickers in those brown hues)so i'll climbevery mountain topfor you(just so you can see all the stars in the universe)
9Ashes raining downlabor pains of earthbirthing only bonesee the seed of hate.Watch her as she heaveslisten to her screamdo not turn awaysee what we have made.