Something very big is happening
in your life
as though in mine.
Something like an eradication.
It feels like a hard clenching
at the top of my stomach.
Often I think that I'm hungry,
But it is just This again.
It feels like twitching caused to huge sadness.
As if it's missing a key ingredient
I interpret incorrectly
as food's need.
What I need is your hand
searching me, touching me.
So I wouldn't fear evil,that grows on and on around.
I miss that hand on me..
But I don't find it anymore even in my dream.
I kept it really for so little!
What unlikely, how many details I recall of it.
Its touch, its warmth, its smell, the exact shape of the fingers,
the color, the length of the nails, even the palm's lines...
Its nerve, its lust, the seeking of its movement towards me.
I should sooner win on my emotions,
speak earlier so that I could keep locked in verses the details,
which are forgotten.
What a great exhibiting way is the word!
It detains remembrances,
It helps me be saved from the dragon of the oblivion.
But how sad!
Even if I try to conserve my dead feeling in the formalin of my writings ,
I won't be worthy of your hand anymore.
You do not want to let me hold it anymore...
COPYRIGHT2012 BY CHRYSSA VELISSARIOU
Slur over it. What intrigues me? I'm eager for that glance. For the professor's split skirt. For that vamp arrogant girl's smile. For the massage on the colleague's neck. For the smiling face tics of the scientist Often I would like to start crying. I'm amazed to connect with youth. The bitter taste of the past. The amnesia over death. The vision for change. I'm exhausted That glance is tedium's end. COPYRIGHT2012 BY CHRYSSA VELISSARIOU
The phenomenon of Supernova made me reconsider... A sun shines the most just before its Death... I am riding wild. Nothing could ease me. I have got everything except One thing. This is driving me mad. I would never let myself have You back ...
Mars and Venus this painting shows Mars -the god of war with Venus - god of love after they made love, as depicted Mars is asleep and Venus awake some say that it symbolizes the power of love over war and others say that it means women are more powerful than men. So, Greek Mythology wasn't just about paganism but also used the gods in symbolism, sending messages through painting to generations, to reach the development of the human mind, since we still depend in philosophy of their studies.
Your flaming words like little diamonds, polyhedral, engraved gems at depots in her darkened mind. Consolation of a thirsty innocent soul for romantic passion's heartbeat. She's hurt by you! She believed that they were purchased in bloodthirsty hellish deep mines down in Africa through skinny hands of black children, who were hungry for altruism's truth. You had bought them, man, so cheaply, in odd bazaars of illegal, artificial, rare gems workshops, up there in the liar steppic cold. Tiny diamonds, so resistant, her dropping tears, they have washed you and let you nude in front of your own being's needs and, in the end squashed, you have fled in violent escape. Your silent scream unresponsive to her carnage. You, through your lies, ashamed yourself. And the love which you felt, was like flame retardant grenade, cut the victim's guts as bad as yours, the addicted storyteller's. So, well yes, she will recover... You have been lost, just sat upon a continuous dream's illusion.
