A GREAT LOVE

I'm in love...

I'm in love...

I'm in love...

I'm in love!

I'm in love?

I'm in love and

I'm in love

With my

Black and White

Kind and Cruel

Poor and Rich

Mute and Sound

Bitter and Sweet

Sore and Mellow

Huge and Small

Soul's and Flesh's

LIFE!  

(c)ChryssaVelissariou2012

HALF

FOG

  

by ChryssaVelissariou2013

I do not want anymore

to come back

Even if you think of me 

when it rains '

even if you look at me

hidden in

the mist with your eyes in tears

your back bent.

I do not want anymore

light to live

I walk through the dream's fog '

I talk to 

myself so I can bear the

absence of

the present one in every turn.

Dark my reign.

I do not want anymore

love to feel '

I get pleasure in secret,

even if

you think I do not give in

to defeat,

even if you hope I will

fight again.

IS IT FUTILE?

Sometimes

der arme Poet / the poor poet

Gemälde von Carl Spitzweg.

I wonder

if showing

my soul it

is futile

completely.

I'm exposed.

I confess.

I fight with

myself and

many others

addicted

to dig more

and deeper.

The treasure

is carbon

ad nauseam.

I hope though

looking for

diamonds or

gold nuggets

as frantic

rhymester

in delirium.

I frankly

am grateful

to anyone who

withstands me.

Loneliness

of this kind

to the poet

is equal

to paranoia.

He suffers

from a special

kind of autism

and he needs

rhythm to get

in contact.

ICE

It is-ah-so cold!
The circle 's narrowing
I was desolate
Now I exist without

Your dream, painful pin
penetrates through
the skin of my soul
I overtake this
wound with great mastery
I leave far behind
my innocent self
This kind of absence
revenges blindly
You must dare to haggle
both your heart and mind
Memory becomes a
snow covered landscape
The icy winter sparkles
white like a hungry
fierce soulvorous beast
The oblivion also
is hurting you if
it finds you lonely
into the darkness 

TRUE LOVE

Love story of Radha and Krishna (Lakshmi and Narayana)

Paintings inside the Lakshmi Narayan Temple, Orchha, India.

There are people

we think they loved us...

It is only a strange chemical reaction

in the brain

They just destroyed our lives

They just loved themselves

Who really loves stays together

Who really loves stays in touch

Who really loves remains a friend

I can! Why can you not?

I've been passionately in love

I was not the one who went away

I was the abandoned one

I never wanted disappear though

Conditions are changed

I never had any hope past will come back

Feelings are transformed

Affection and togetherness should remain

You can not ask me to feel

as I felt for you in the past

But there is something in human soul

there must be there

which is above conditions and quarrels

which can stay alive for the persons who

really are our beloved ones who

really are our soul mates

There must be there!

There must be something eternal in true love!

Perhaps every emotion even love

is a personal illusion...

Well, I prefer my world of illusions

more than your reality

UPSET HAIKU

Haiku and Digital Art by Chryssa Velissariou

HAIKU FEELINGS

to-laugh-again by Bob Salo

you 're a wave you crash on me
undermining me
till I fall


pity great wolf, I'm just lamb
I don't want to be
hurt and killed

why are you upset again, my wind?
blowing can uproot
fragile tree

are you aware I exist or you
feel me as a mirage
of your want?

I will laugh I cried a lot
no cloud will obscure
smiling sky

WHY?

http://mobyjoecafe.com/2012/09/

Look!
I don't
like
at all
myself!
I have
problems
with
my being
I feel
strange...
Why
do you
think you
love me?
Why?
I know
there is
around
a lot
of quite
delightful
deserts
to easy
your
passions
Can you
explain
why me?
And most
of all
why do I
want you?
Why I tend
to love you?
Why again?

ARE GOOD INTENSIONS ENOUGH?

Good Intentions by DarlingDeerest

Are you really someone important to me?
Or it's my incredible imagination
which creates through you a new defensive
redoubt against my hungry needs?
I'm absolutely careless
of your emotions which
possibly are so fragile
you'd be severely hurt
I feel responsible but
the truth is you are
more than mature to
distinguish what's
true or false...
Please be careful!
Lust and caring
are enough
Love is often an
unintentional 
sweet pretense 
Love needs quite a time
and intimacy
to really grow
Love is growing
in a strange way
fed by patience
and good will
We often say
"I love you" in a 
prospective way...