In front of fleeting colors over a sunset sky at dusk I knelt And counted every effervescent decadence I’ve ever been allowed to humor every sharp pain I ever felt puncture my belly Against the mauve ether amalgam of melancholy-blue and fondness-pink. A zefyr came and waltzed away the thoughts and on his billowing breath I saw them flutter Scatter forgetful dandelions among treetops and rooftops against the bruised sky -Sophia Koutsouri
I think about you all the thyme in this day’s sage, my thoughts flutter over to your side to keep you calm, as lemon balm my dearest wish: my arms to be a bay, a leaf of bay your green and tender soul’s nurture and refuge shelter your smile in soothing chamomile and lavender – so fragrant dreams you’ll have of fields of creamy purple far as the eye meets all swaying, straying petals. your…
«αδερφική αγάπη» Πληγωμένες μνήμες πουλιά κουρνιασμένα σε μαύρες γωνιές ραγισμένο γυαλί της ψυχής Κι ο θυμός γίνεται αετός γίνεται φως στης λήθης το σκοτάδι Light in the Dark (Translated) “Brotherly Love” Wounded memories perched birds in black corners cracked glass of the soul And the anger becomes an eagle becomes light in the darkness of oblivion – Anastasia Michailoglu
Γλιστρώ γλυκά στα όνειρα κατάδυση στου ωκεανού τα βάθη όπου κυλούν χαμένες αναμνήσεις αναδυόμενη νοιώθω αληθινά το άγγιγμα του ήλιου Touch (Translated) I’m gliding sweetly in dreams diving in the ocean’s depths where lost memories are flowing emerging I feel for real the touch of the sun – Anastasia Michailoglu
Τρυφερό φως απλώνεται τριγύρω σαν χάδι ολόχρυσο στα μάτια της ψυχής Home (Translated) Tender light Spreads around Like a golden caress In the eyes Of the soul – Anastasia Michailoglu
The truth is, I’m not a very likeable person. Even as a child, the adults around me didn’t particularly like me. I don’t think I was bad, I rarely misbehaved. If anything, I was overly shy, I was painfully awkward, I was overwhelmingly anxious. But even then, perhaps they could sense it, The heavy cloud that seems to hang around me. The day I was born, I spun the world into chaos. Born right there,…
Shoving dead leaves inside of trees, Make a wish to be free, Locked in a prison inside my mind, Wander the woods, See what we find. Neon rivers, Neon flowers. Now my problems start to tower. Will it be like this forever? – Coraline Faye
I drift in and out, In happiness and sadness. In anger and acceptance. In the past and future. In dreams and reality. I’m either rooted or sprinting. There is no in-between. The only constant is drifting, From one to the next. -Coraline Faye
Fast coursing through my veins A thrum of pulses running deep Waves of the red see convulsing Rendering me powerless in my awakened sleep My solace liberates in the dark nights My companionship lies with the orange moon She lulls me into a pulsing numb With her silky bellowing tune And when she takes her leave I’m left with the thunderous whispers Of my hands tugging at rusted yellow bars And a dim scream of…
Never felt welcome. Always feared rejection. My lack of normal participation, Love my only anticipation. Love does not look the same for everyone. Mine’s like one of Delaunay’s portraits, With many colours and shapes that Confuse the straights. I don’t want to change your form, But it’s a command from the world. And so, as I stay hidden, you do too. Maybe someday you’ll be true. -Anastasia Raf