Σάββατο 19 Οκτωβρίου 2013

19/10/13

They stole the fire in your eyes that afternoon.
Thrusting their body into yours, to force you to see pleasure with their eyes.
The cross hanging from the rear view mirror made a violent, fluctuating movement.
Each angle exerted the perplexity of sinful morality.
You couldn’t do anything but wait for it to be over; wait for them to be done with you.
Years later.
I’m caught up in a tidal wave of self doubt and coherence of social norms.
There’s a spark in your eyes but it’s only a momentary illumination.
I want to reach out and break the boundaries but I can’t.
My one hand is chained to the notions of the past while the other is tightly attached to the fluidity of the present. My heart grows day by day and a sense of numbness has developed from this ache of maturity.
Idealistic realism - paradox of life; complexity of misinterpretation.
I am saddened by what this has become; I can’t stand the silence of pain.
I can’t bear the fact that they treated you any less than the meticulous soul of art and life that you are.
I hate that the sorrow is engraved in your being.
I despise the fact that I'm not there to hold your hand, caress your face and have you in embrace.
I detest this rooted cycle.
This one’s for the moon, this one’s for the stars.
This one’s for you, lover -

Never be afraid of going far.

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Πέμπτη 3 Οκτωβρίου 2013

The End

The city is in flames.
They call it "the second great fire of Rome".
Nero finds peace - suicide is his home.
The intruders break into the amphitheater - only to mimic their shadows and escape the reality of the pun.
Rape the women, steal the goods, delay the sun.
She attempts to flee, but the valley foresees her fate.
It's death - there is no such thing as 'too late'.
Screams of pain and panic encircle her, inflicting worry of sorrow.
She finds her lover, wounded and hollow.
They hide in surrender, surrounded by the debris of war.
One last embrace, one last indulgence to endeavor.
Giving and taking, gasping and aching.
Their movement exerts a futuristic wisdom.
The city burns with flames -
flames of echoing, chaotic passion and freedom.


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