OF REMOTE

http://www.guardian.co.uk/artanddesign/2009/apr/15/artist-andrew-cranston
Man/Partition (2008) by Andrew Cranston Photograph:
Andrew Cranston/International Project Space

As if being cracked ...
Deep scratches!
This awful loss,
Severe stabs!
Acute the pain,
As you're away ...
Humility 've you got
To stay in the shadow?
Impulse of
Warm embrace.
Disaggregated
In kissing and tears ...
The distinction have you got
To respect
your beloved
isolation?
And let's staggering ...
And let's bleeding ...
Groaning tied
Behind your backs ...
Patience economy
And introspection ...
Whatever it is to be, it will be !
Time is the answer ...

WILTING

Ah! I am tired ...
Where is his shoulder?
Where is his arm
Around my waist?
Where is the wind
To cool the flame
Of his tender 
Lips sweet kisses? 
Ah! I am tired ...
Where is the gaze
Of his moist
Lustful eyes?
Empty memories ...
Wild the absence ...
I 'm withered ...

http://pockypuu.blogspot.com/Treading Through An Untrimmed Memory
acrylic & color pencil

Framed and matted

21 x 17.5"53 x 44 cm

MELLOW SADNESS

http://fineartamerica.com/featured/sadness-noredin-morgan.html

Too bad I do to myself
I revenge  me subconsciously
Awake, I whine to die
I live in a passive immobility ...

My idol in the mirror I see
I hate this creature actually
I want to laugh sensualy
To that bursted out figure I formed ...

I destroyed everything you 'd loved,
But also what's exhausted you early
What in the nights has troubled you,
'cause of desire you were drowning!

I just wanted truly to love you!
To drink from your soul the impulse
I did not know that I was causing  pain ...
How silly, dangerous and dishonest was I!

Where you exist , I 'm craving to be,
Where you 're gasping in martyrdom ...
Alone without my little hand,
That drove you out of the mist ...

GETAWAY

Cease to

Speak my

Verbose

Spirit!

Tyrants!

Orgies of

Words to

Tear me ...

No crave

To see

Deeper

Farther

Wearing

Heavy

Sharp

Feeling

You who

Could hear

With care

Be deaf!

Moral

Perpetrator!

Massacre!

Vilification!

Sneaky

My killer

Self just

Escaped ...

Plunder

He grabbed

Sparkling

The dream ...

Στ' ακρογιάλι Οκτώβρη... ή Ο καημός της αποδημίας

October Sea Original Oil Painting

 by Vickie Wade

http://www.etsy.com/listing/35439575/

october-sea-18x24-original-oil-painting

Tυρβώδης ήσουν

σαν τα όνειρά μου.

Απροκάλυπτα

θερμή, θελκτική...

Έγλειφες καυτή-

απροσδόκητα-

άμμο του Οκτώβρη.

Σεντόνι οι γλάροι

στο κύμα επιπλέουν

προς τον ορίζοντα

αναποφάσιστοι

δεν σ' εγκατέλειπαν.

Μα τ' άλλα φτερωτά

με το μοιραίο τους

ένστικτο άτεγκτονα τα ωθεί

μ' άγαρμπους κρωγμούς

θ' αποδημήσουν

στο μακρυνό Νοτιά.

Όπως κι εγώ στον παγωμένο,

τον ξένο το Βορρά...

Σε χαιρετούσαν

σπαραξικάρδια,

Γαλανή, Απόλυτη

Τερπνή μου Αγάπη!

Απολαμβάνοντας

κρουστή σου την

επιδερμίδα, για λίγο

δροσιστική και

ανακουφιστική

την επαφή σου...

Σου ένευσα όσο

τρυφερότερα

επέτρεπέ μου

η απόγνωση ...

Ανέ σε χάσω...

Ανέ δε σε δω...

Τρέμω το βυθό...

POSITIVE THOUGHT

Everything seems to go to waste, I think...

That's my inner feeling,

(Perhaps my conclusion too...)

All fade away forever, alas!

Yet, I still like to cultivate

Positive, rosy thoughts...

Well, let's see... yet we are

Ablest to fall in love!

It surely comes with a cost, but

There's no more debt to owe!

No matter what you eat,

No matter what you drink!

If you maturely consider it,

You always easily gain

A great deal of emotions

In each of your

Prestigious passions!

No, it doesn't happen rarely!

It may even stay with you for a lifetime

If you are somewhat of a poet...

This will provide you

A wealth of memories...!

What to say, what to say...

An oak has fallen somewhere

So early and unexpectedly, though

But if we calmly contemplate...

Since the roots have died,

Do not continue to hope...

Do not wait for it to come back to life!

I FELT YOUR SOUL

Perhaps it is comforting

I guess I'm wrong again

I feel however that you're okay

You don't need me even if I'm away

You have got what you expected

Because otherwise you would keep me near

Maybe it's illusions

Probably I will soar again

I feel however our union

Like bright brackets you considered

You got rid of your macaws or deficiencies

You lived what you wanted to live

Maybe I am confused

I guess these things do not matter

I feel however your remembrance

To require more tyrannically

Most horribly altered

exhausted I totter

Maybe I'm wrong again

Probably ... It happens to me profoundly!

But I 'll be expecting till my death

I'll conjure within me

Everything I lost away from you

Your voice, your eyes 

Your exquisite scent 

I experience memories that I never

Maintained for another

As tenderly though as I caress them

More grim they are tormenting me

Until they 'll make me disappear

Perhaps alas! Our relationship 

Was disastrous

That is what it 's choking me the most

Because really my precious

I feel you in my reach ...

I feel that I felt your soul ...

I FEEL YOUR SOUL

Perhaps I just console myself

I guess I'm wrong again

I feel however that you're okay

You don't need me even if I'm away

You have got what you need

Because otherwise you would keep me near

Maybe it's illusions

Probably I hover in the skies again

I feel however our union

you had considered like bright brackets 

You 're fortified now

It's time you to get rid of your curses

You already took the power you wanted to take from me

Maybe I am confused

I guess these things are not realistic

I feel however your remembrance

to require my soul more tyrannically

I totter exhausted

horribly altered

Maybe I'm wrong again though

probably something profound happens to me!

I figure that I'll conjure within me

again and again 

untill my death

everything I lost away from you

your voice, your eyes 

your exquisite scent 

I experience memories that I never

kept from other lovers

As tenderly  as they caress me though

more ruthlessly they torment me

until they 'll make me disappear

Alas! Perhaps  our relationship 

was disastrous...

That is what makes me suffocate the most

Because

my precious

I feel you  really as if you are here ...

I feel  how your soul feels ...

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2011

TWO TIMES

http://mishapsinthemaking.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-first-ever-painting.html

VOICE YELLING IN THE DESERT

http://www.louisagiffard.com/blog.pl?id=9&key=Screaming%20Girl

I suffer

Many words to

write to you

As I sleep

As I nap

Vigilant

Sitting up

I'll attempt a

tightrope walk

on the words

People listen to me

People see me

People feel me

But even the talking

with you is

Rejected...

Do you exist?

Everything seems

Negligible

I just keep yelling out!