Dimitrios Sarris

May 2017

Peter Piccolomini

In autumn
while dreaming
you will see that
i will follow you
with chilling winds
and dark
northern clouds
surrounding me,
i evolved.
looking into my
darkness
was a reminder
of where I’ve been,
of how powerful
a season can leave
so much hidden in
the subconscious
shadow
searching
for meaning,
i have awoken
to see
my imbalance
and a heart
that needs healing.
I chose to run
once lost at love
knowing there
is hatred in the world.
Forgiveness
to make it right,
searching
for meaning
in definition
i will heal during
life-changing events,
confirming that
i will not break
in a world made of glass.

© Peter Piccolomini, 2016

Dimitrios Sarris Apr 2017

Rust

I remained to known land well discovered like
my heart's redemption and i saw a thousand
crystal towers.
I went over the sea reached unknown lands and
i saw a thousand emerald cities, but all i was left
was a broken armor.
Barely walk
barely breath
what's left in this world of yours?
Shining like a crystal flare.
I followed the stars where the moonlight led,
to a path where i was blinded by your love
and guided from your voice.
No matter what i did i could not reach this
new land of yours for we run at two different speads.
Even when you tried to hold me i fell for the burden
of my nightmares haunted my mind.
I lost reason and this thought became my torment.
There's no armor left only a rusty blade in my hand
with which i nailed my heart.

Dimitrios Sarris Apr 2017

untitled

If life itself turns everything you gained into something
to look for then i think two choices remain to be made.
Mourn for what you are about to lose or fight and make it
yours again, make it clear.
Then again there are those who think that choice is an
illusion in this muddy world for life makes us face difficult
situations with insurmountable variables.
Well i believe that choice is not something to be underestimated
and the real request here is why we give up so easily when we
come in touch with the weird and problematic nature of
knowledge.

Dimitrios Sarris Apr 2017

The letter

I am losing you day by day but i don't regret choosing you
because i love you and that stands for me well.
Everyone i knew induced me to stop loving you, but how
could i forget you?
My mind forms pictures holding you in my arms
between shuffled sheets. I learned to love only you,
love those red lips like the colour of your favorite sour cherry.
Life might take a weird turn and cause us pain but at least
we've tried.
I tried for your own good and what i am doing is not because
i forget but because i can not stand the sight of your green
eyes crying. Our age difference would eventually become
an obstacle and i would not dare be that selfish, not to you.
I am doing this for my heart loves you and would not stand
the sound of this choir playing persistently.
I am doing this for you are the best and most sincere thing
that ever happened to me.

Dimitrios Sarris Apr 2017

Soul sickened

Afraid to take chances, criticizing from a comfort zone,
so eager to protest for false ideas and all we ask is
how we've come to this unable to make a
transgression.
Chained to this fate falling to our dreams
it's insanity, a reality full of hypocrisy.

Dimitrios Sarris Apr 2017

Your world?

Set everything in motion
set everything right.
Move on knowing that
you are the architect of your life
even of your death but do not fall
prey to dark thoughts of retribution,
that way madness lies.
That's how all went down?
You thought you found true peace.
How could that be when you still
carry all those burdens from the past?
Mystery, silence, doubt. That was your
mix, not your world. You always equated
facts with excuses, not feelings for it was
something getting in your way and never
understood that a fact is a not a way of
seeing things but what you see.
Why not retire from your standarts, just get out
of your head even for a little bit?

Dimitrios Sarris Apr 2017

Holding back

Gloomy thoughts scattered inside my head
storm clouds passing though my eyes,
what will I find to the other side?
Your warm hug or the whistling of a lonely cold wind?
I am weary of this grey canvas not because I am tired
but because our efforts seem to move in one direction only.
Towards chaos and uncertainty.
Yet again I do not lose hope for i am happy to give everything for love and my story is one of many thousands and the world will not suffer if it ends too soon.