Love is realTenderness.Love is real4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's when you feel deep.
When you know you can dive deep,
even If you realize you can get hurt.
All about giving what's real.
It's when you walk and walk,
despite the cold,
despite the rocks,
despite the wounded feet,
just to plant a flower which drives in extinction.
All about showing what's real.
It's when you say "yes",
and that "yes" is killing you.
It's when you say "no",
and that "no" is killing you twice.
No matter your reason,
you uprise the other's reason.
All about sharing what's real.
It's when you follow an old shepard to show you the way,
even if you know a shorter way already.
Despite your tireness,
despite your inventory,
despite the tired eyes on your face.
All about supporting what's real.
And what's real is love.
Love it is, in all.
And it's the real.
PernasΔεν έχουν σημάδια οι αναπνοές σου. Τα κατάπιες κι αυτά. Δεν έχει καν σημασία πότε τα κατάπιες ή γιατί.Pernas4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Σημαντικό είναι που τα σημάδια τα κατάπιες. Και αργότερα τα απέβαλες. Οπωσδήποτε τα απέβαλες.
Get released-ApallaksouIt doesn't matter if the world isn't ready yet.Get released-Apallaksou4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let it be you ready.
It doesn't matter that no word is born yet.
Let it be you born.
It doesn't matter that the truth isn't running after you.
You can just walk over it.
It doesn't matter that knowledge is still unknown to you.
It also doesn't matter if you 're not ready.
Doesn't matter if you 're not born.
Doesn't matter if you can't walk.
If you, also,can't even wink
or not even defend a smile for real.
What it does matter is if you don't want to want to.
Your nudity and your poverty lies there.
Δε πειράζει που ο κόσμος δεν είναι έτοιμος ακόμη.
Ας είσαι εσύ.
Δε πειράζει που καμί&
ItLet it,It4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
send it away,
make it a rebel.
Make it a rebel,
follow its deeds,
listen its screams,
watch its silence,
accept its failure,
embrace its next victory.
And then, and then,
IfΑν,λέω,If4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Αν,κρατούσες τη ματιά σου
σκλαβωμένη στη δική μου,
για περισσότερο από 10 δεύτερα
Αν μπορούσες να μοιραστείς την καταδίκη μου,
χωρίς περίσσιο φόβο,
Αν ακόμη, κρατούσες την αναπνοή σου,
Tha mai edoΑκόμη κι αν στο κεφάλι μας μείνουν λίγες τρίχες,Tha mai edo4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
ούτε ακόμη και το χάδι να έχει την ίδια αίσθηση,
Ακόμη κι αν στο στόμα μας ,
οι μύες δε λειτουργούν όπως πρώτα,
ούτε ακόμη και οι λέξεις που έβγαιναν α
The ArrivalEnglish version:The Arrival4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Inside a lake,blurry,
sitting on a raft,
spoiling the spirit.
Everything looks familiar.
The blurry water.
The fish that jumped,scared,
in the water again.
Inside the water,it looks like something is visible.
I'm not sure of what it is.
But is visible.
And this is not familiar.
How can it be and it is visible?
It's a woman.
She rises through the water.
She reminds me of something.
She is coming close to me.
She is reaching out her hand.
Bowed,but with her eyes on me.
And that reminds me of you.
Bent but steady.
She touches me.
And the voice touches me,
It was always me.
And that's the familiar.
And that's the fear.
And that's everything.
Reminds me of me.
Reminds of you.
Nothing is alike though.
i swear i'm donei am yours out ofi swear i'm done4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
habit but habits can be
Oi nyxtes mas einai pioΦαντάσου την απόλυτη εμπειρία φαντάσου το πιο απολαυστικό τσιγάρο που κάπνισες ποτέ ∙ το πιο καθηλωτικό φιλί της ζωής σου μέχρι τώρα ∙ την πιο συναρπαστική στιγμή ελευθερίας ∙ την πιο ηλιόλ&Oi nyxtes mas einai pio4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
there's no right way anymorei do not know why we do these things to each other.there's no right way anymore4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
our sentences lack all the proper meaning. we only say what we're feeling when we're feeling nothing at all and keep all the most important things we could ever think to say safe beneath guarded tongues. we are clever in all the wrong ways.
it's about how we do all the things we're expected to because to actually do what we want the mostthe things that scare uswould mean having to take a risk. we might need to deal with the possibility that we have something to lose by doing nothing at all.
there is a complete certainty that we've gotten content in our lonelinessin our misery. we're stuck standing still, not at all responsible for the way we function, because even our hearts just keep beating because it's committed to memorynot because we make them. not because we want them to. we are incomplete in exactly the way we want to be.
if the fact that tomorrow never arrives because it's always today means that nothin
this is half-hearted living.i know i'm going to have to say goodbye soon. and i can't stand it. i won't even think of it outside the confines of this sentence and the sinking feeling I get anytime i'm driving too fast just to get away from this place. these four walls have left me feeling more alone than i ever expected. mostly because this house feels empty. even when everyone is here and even when i can't think because of all the yelling pulsating down the hallways, it's unspeakably hollow. i know it's because this place isn't home anymore. since home is a person and i lost that. i'm not where i'm supposed to be. i'm not with who i'm supposed to be. and i'm not who i'm supposed to be.this is half-hearted living.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
but most of all, i don't know where i belong.
sometimes, when it's late and i can't sleep, i replay the things i miss the most behind my closed eyelids. everything is about you or someone else who is just as gone. these are the things i do to myself when i'm too tired to fight anymore. too tired to even move. too tired to not thin