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Angeliki Sep 2019
Her lies are consistent
Her smile is hollow
But when she wears upon her head
Her crown of despair
You're in for a surprise
Because she twiddles her thumbs
And her dull eyes spark a resolution
To a plan she forms within her mind.

Her heart is kept
Frozen in time,
Out of reach
Far from those she may spite.

Her hands are cold
Her sneer is dreadful
But when she wears upon her shoulders
Her cloak of vengeance
You're in for a surprise
Because she taps her chin
And her fingers bounce with joy
Against the blade she wields beside your bed.
Angeliki Jun 2019
I'm slipping away
Nobody can see
As I lay, tears falling.
There's a shadow
Where I imagine a future,
Broken pieces, scattered
Which I cannot seem to pick up
The glue long since dried
Multiple times before
Have I attempted
To fix this broken person in the mirror,
Whose smile seems fake to me
Taunting me
For the moment I let down my walls
So she can watch me crumble
So she can laugh at my screams,
My tears and blood
To spill, erasing all the dirt
Of who I was before.
Angeliki Jan 2019
transfixed we were,
the sirens' music
within the nightly mist.

we belonged,
the foreboding fear -
we felt them all.

The sirens' music was heard,
it crept into our consciousness
and so we stood frigid..
cold were our bodies
and warm were our hearts
within this nightly mist.
Angeliki Jan 2019
There is a time limit
for everything
so why..
are these daggers
aimed at my heart?

If I had the power
to do so -
then I would forever
stay in the moment
where I am most at peace.

Yet, the 24 hour cycle is nearly over
and I will have to face it
so that I can unravel
once more
a crumbled mess
upon the cold kiss of the ground.

Our hearts bleed open
and they close up
for the mightiest
to once again
barge through, uninvited.

Our minds replay several scenarios
before they shut down,
for rest to come
to once again
bring along a head-piercing pain.

Our hands tremble
and they clench into fists,
for the gentle
to once again -
pry at our yearnings.

There is a time limit
of 24 hours on the clock
incidents will repeat
and people will change
but these daggers
will forever be aimed
at our silly, but lovely hearts.
Angeliki Jan 2019
one day,
we will reunite
beneath the blossoming
of the flowers that have awoken.

The songs of the church bell
will ring from a place afar,
we won't race towards it -
no, we are happy right where we are
because the sun is resting
upon our frozen cheeks,
and our souls are at peace.

We will share tales
of our pasts and families,
that we will no longer return to -
let us pluck the petals
from each and every flower
that we have set our sights upon,
and it shall drift onwards
floating across seas of clear blue,
and mountains of longful beauty.

Sitting in a circle,
our smiles at their brightest
and our laughter at its loudest -
one day we will reunite
but for now,
Angeliki Dec 2018
Whispers travelled the corridors
anxiety filled the air,
and there in the corner she lay
as fine as a porcelain
with skin as cold as ice.

Nobody dared to approach
but anyone could see,
the pills that lay nestled
within the palm of her hand.

And in the midst of all the tension
the silence seemed to overwhelm,
those who looked on wanted to run
they wanted to forget
because there in the corner she lay
as fine as a porcelain,
with a smile as serene as the clouds.
Angeliki Dec 2018
They walk on
and jaded -
their feet leave behind no trace
upon this dirtied path
towards their doom.

They look forward
and devoid-
this desert is their ground
as they fight within themselves
the corrupted filth,
shaded from the sun
the darkness creeps
into this deserted cemetery.

Bodies broken to the core
and ghastly -
the cloaked figures
they walk onward,
past the corpses
blinded to reality...
these ghosts prevail.
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