Anne Sexton - As It Was Written

Earth, earth,
riding your merry-go-round
toward extinction,
right to the roots,
thickening the oceans like gravy,
festering in your caves,
you are becoming a latrine.
Your trees are twisted chairs.
Your flowers moan at their mirrors,
and cry for a sun that doesn't wear a mask.

Your clouds wear white,
trying to become nuns
and say novenas to the sky.
The sky is yellow with its jaundice,
and its veins spill into the rivers
where the fish kneel down
to swallow hair and goat's eyes.

All in all, I'd say,
the world is strangling.
And I, in my bed each night,
listen to my twenty shoes
converse about it.
And the moon,
under its dark hood,
falls out of the sky each night,
with its hungry red mouth
to suck at my scars.

Monemvasia

and after many years
with the same restless heart
but the dreams of the place have changed

life and survival and self-preservation
the nights there remind me of my youth
and those little streets of rock of my changing yet same soul.

still i am looking for answers behind these rocks
still i am changing only to stay the same

i have lost not only a heartbeat.
i have lost my soulmate.

and this is final.

i dream i differ
i dream of dreams
i dream i dare to

and all that stays

is that inability to stay focused

and again and again i dream of dreaming.

i differed but it was the same
i dreamt of living
i dared and lost.

so every night instead of a prayer
i live to dream.

this photo is from the following blog:

http://youngdoo.net/blog/

read it.

will it EVER be mended?
do i have the power? or is it not about my power at all?

it is your decision.
it is your turn to either love me or leave me.

LOST

one day after xmas i feel i have lost my heart.

and i don't know how and if i can ever get it back...

my ILU, my dearest ever person... i miss you.

where have you gone?

once upon a time...

i dreamt of fairies,and wishes come true.
i think sometimes i dream of the unattainable.
but i will get my dreams real in the end.

Paulo Coehlo blog

http://paulocoelhoblog.com

fearing those bringing the light

ΔΕΝ ΤΟΛΜΩ ΑΚΟΜΗ ΚΟΥΒΕΝΤΑ ΝΑ ΑΡΘΡΩΣΩ ΓΙΑ ΤΟΝ ΑΛΕΞΗ, ΓΙΑ ΤΑ ΕΠΕΙΣΟΔΙΑ ΣΤΗΝ ΠΟΛΗ, ΓΙΑ ΤΟΥΣ ΡΗΤΟΡΕΣ ΚΑΙ ΤΟΥΣ ΠΑΡΑΧΑΡΑΚΤΕΣ.

ΠΑΡΑΘΕΤΩ ΣΤΙΧΑΚΙΑ ΤΟΥ ΠΑΥΛΟΥ (ΣΙΔΗΡΟΠΟΥΛΟΥ) ΠΟΥ ΕΦΥΓΕ ΠΡΙΝ ΑΠΟ 18 ΟΛΟΚΛΗΡΑ ΧΡΟΝΙΑ:

Κάποτε θα 'ρθουν να σου πουν
πως σε πιστεύουν σ' αγαπούν
και πως σε θένε
Εχε το νου σου στο παιδί
κλείσε την πόρτα με κλειδί
ψέματα λένε

Κάποτε θα 'ρθουν γνωστικοί
λογάδες και γραμματικοί
για να σε πείσουν
Εχε το νου σου στο παιδί
κλείσε την πόρτα με κλειδί
θα σε πουλήσουν

Και όταν θα 'ρθουν οι καιροί
που θα 'χει σβύσει το κερί
στην καταιγίδα
Υπερασπίσου το παιδί
γιατί αν γλιτώσει το παιδί
υπάρχει ελπίδα

"Ταξίδεψε με όπου εσύ πιστεύεις
Είμαι τυφλός και μόνο εσύ το ξέρεις
Τα πιο όμορφα πράγματα χάνονται γρήγορα
Ανθρωποι, σύννεφα, το μελάνι στα ποιήματα
Πόσο παράξενα χτυπάει τώρα η καρδιά μου
Υπάρχει άδικο έξω απ’ τα όνειρα μου
Θυμάμαι τα μάτια σου να σχηματίζεται το άπειρο
Και γω που πάντα ήθελα να ζήσω μαζί σου..."

STEREO NOVA tonight - remembering how a heart could flutter and then soar up the Athenian sky
(but i was too young, naive and happy at that terrace, Billy)

facebook crisis

it is a while, it is always a while, to return to this scene.

now, my guilty preoccupation is FaceBook and one application in particular. My Fairy, this is what it is called. i am really an addict, a junkie (my best friend's term is probably wiser). i wake up at 0300 or 0500 or amidst other things, i log in and water my plants and cast spells.

this is my alter ego, it seems. I am able to find gold coins, cast love spells, happiness spells, turn a snail into gold, set frogs free and help sane the forests this way after having grown my little garden with beautiful flpwers. I can also try alchemy and create potions of my own that make more gold. I water other people's (friends or not) gardens and get rewarded with gold again.

it is an addiction my sister introduced me to.

and i am so happy with this second false life.


in the real life, i find peace talking to new friends and hoping that my new mild depression will go away by itself.

will it?