A Bird and Its LoverA little bird found its lover,in a tree that stood all alone;but a storm came one day,that washed them away,and they were forced to depart from their dream.
Soft SoundsDown by the river,the softest of sounds,are the sweetest to hear.
Learn to FlyYou can view the whole universe,in a blink of an eye,or take in the milky way,by simply watching the sky.There is so much to see,as life passes us by.So learn to fly.
They Land in the SandThey land,in the sand,where their hearts are.And like dreamers,they take flight,in the night.The sky shifts,as stars sit,in bleak darkness.But nothing overwhelms them at all.
FaithFaith is a breath of fresh air,one should share.Faith is a flower,that never fades.Faith is an ocean,with its wild waves.Faith makes a way.
She Looks to the SkyShe fades,like mere paint on a wall.She falls,like an autumn leaf.She needs,someone to hear her cries.So she looks,to the sky.
Wind Shapes the EarthWind shapes the earth,and it molds dreams.Wind makes music,by rustling the trees.Wind is invisible,but in some ways can be seen.Wind cradles me.
WindowpanesStars fall like rain,down the deepest,darkest,windowpanes,with what remains.
Faint TearA faint tear,falls from her eye,as she cries.
-In the endless tranquil forest,Hidden by the shadows beneath the leaves,I smile; at peace with the world,As your corpse smiles back at me...
A Chance?A Chance?If noone gives you a chance for a long time,then when you are finally given one,most of the times, you gonna fail.And you'll ask for a second one,but you don't deserve it,because out there there are many like youstill awaiting the first one.Do You?Don't Ask For A Chance, Demand What You Need.
The End of the WorldI didn't prepare for the end of the world.I somehow thought that we, reclusive in a hardened bubble-shell, would survive it.I didn't brace for impact, I didn't even consider it happening to us. Why would I?I didn't prepare rations, bedding or bunkers.It didn't occur to me to imagine a post-apocalyptic world in which our love wasn't enough.I didn't see it coming. It destroyed me nonetheless.The end of the world doesn't care for your readiness.
AnimusIf I couldI would vomit my soulAnd let it chain itselfTo my speech Like a parasite.I would let it Become my puppet master,And let it sway my armsIn directionsI never thoughtI would.Instead, I've kept my soulTrapped in a cageAnd watched itTry to biteIt's way to freedom.
Mia Efkeria?Μια Ευκαιρία;Αν κανείς δε σου δίνει μια ευκαιρία για πολύ καιρό,τότε όταν τελικά κάποιος σου δώσει μία,το πιο πιθανό είναι να αποτύχεις.Και θα ζητήσεις μια δεύτερη ευκαιρία,αλλά δεν την αξίζεις,
ForeverYou asked mehow far I would gofor you but you never tookinto considerationthat the earth is round soI’ll end uprepeating myself.
-the stars shineso brightlyin those brown eyes(they're terribly empty, aren't they?)and i knowthat every dayis a struggle(i'm sorry i can't help you)because youhave been sob r o k e n(and no matter what i do, nothing can fix you)but the emptinessin those eyesseems to fade(and life flickers in those brown hues)so i'll climbevery mountain topfor you(just so you can see all the stars in the universe)
UnitedSo far awayBut so close anywayGoing separate waysBut connected, alwaysUnited our hearts areTrue friendship Is our treasureEven when afarOur bonds are unbreakableOur secrets we shareFor each other we standEverytime and everywhere
cognitive dissonanceto: the eater of gods thoughts memories,you are not a writer.you are a consumer, whichis ironic, since you do what you dofor the consumptionof the masses. sometimes.either thator the consumption of yourself. to: the small-minded one, the one who glamorises romanticises tragedy,you are not a writer.at least, not by your own definition.you are a professional liar, an angrysadseabird stealing food/dreams/thoughtthe only title you can lay claim tois thief.to: some combination of twenty-six letters some paper person some notebook child,you are not a writer.y
BabiesBabies are born,like butterflies;nurtured by nuance,and destined to dream.