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  Apr 2018 Eleni
Micrography-Mike D


I scurry off with the North wind
to be where I’ve never been

Just me
and the Bering Sea

A comfort shared with my lone friend

Written: April 29, 2018

All rights reserved.
Eleni Apr 2018
I am imperfect.
I often take the route
Flooded with rivers and rocks
Jumping from bridge to bridge
Raft to raft, without fully thinking.

I try to immerse myself;
Like each fish and clam,
Surround myself with a layer of thick
security, failing to see it is transparent.

If I can be hunted and seen,
You would no longer see my superficial skin. I would be
bones, meat and dust. Dust from those stars, which burst
their supernova glitter.

And even in the darkest of nights
You will see a skeletal heart, tainted eyes or a
frowning mouth. The rain falls in the forest of my mind,
and as slick as I am,        I slip
trip up on my yellow brick road.

My thoughts are not my own, when I say
things that hurt you and myself.
With my oar I paddle to lands uncharted;
treacherous, dangerous places which must be left in peace.

Tracing the roots of my nerves and the chasms of my brain-
I trespass the battle within.
Eleni Apr 2018
Noughts and crosses
Pains and loses

Heartbreak on repeat
The boring same beat

A game of stalemate
A life wrapped in fate

And it's not over
Three in a line
And it's not over
I guess I'll be fine.

Circles and lies
Fail to dry my eyes

Can I not cry?
You could not even say goodbye.

Not much to win
For, these weak bones are thin

My thoughts are not real
Your mind will not care how I feel.

And it's never over
Three or six in a line
And it's never over
My soul did once shine.

Leave this life
You created in your mind.
For you and I
Have had our time.

Noughts and crosses
Uncontrollable forces

A wild, empty city
Busy faces with no pity.
Eleni Mar 2018
Oh, drop of water
Crystalline, pure and clean

That flows through the brooks and streams, giving life to all it gleams.

Oh, cleansing solvent
If you should choose to move mountains

Or mould valleys, it is in your slick hands,
To meander, sway and shape the lands.

And when you reach the seas, do not refrain, be free, for all is one and one is thee.

Oh, saline body
with the lunar light you move in waves

The navy abyss lies below you so dark
But you shine bright in caverns and so stark.

Oh, cleansing spirit
That nourishes the dead and the mortal

You need not to change
For you are forever young, an endless portal

Oh, fountain of life
Why are you hence rash and violent?

You cut and carve your way through rock
I long for you to stop, long for your silence.

Oh, single drop.
You fill my vision with a kaleidoscope of blue

And then you fall on to my skin;
A waterfall weep, an everlasting, treacherous dew.
Eleni Mar 2018
We are like obsidian-
We burst from the heated, molten caves
then cool quickly. Back to our blackened graves.

Look within and you will find no crystal waves.
Hard and brittle, glassy and smokey.
Crepuscular hunger and fallen knaves.

Dark eyes that just stare and stare.
Words that carve their ways through flesh.
Opaque glass, that we cannot see through, or bare.
Eleni Sep 2017
Turning the pages
Turn the pages.
She's just another lost angel
Lost angel.
Crying angel.
Weeping devil.

So I move on, turning the pages
Would you care for her?
Or turn the pages...
She is no one.
Heart full of stories, mystical magic
Enchanting, dying
Inside her- no one.

She turns her pages
She remembers- the hatred
No one will ever know.

And she's drowning
In a sea of fools
She's crowning
Her own ghouls.

Maybe I'll stop by- some day
Turn her pages- hear her say:
'I never loved you, never loved you.'
Did you feel those dying blues
Ocean, river, dying blues.
Crashing down- the hurricane will bring you down, down, down.

Will I forgive her- my haunting mirror?
She stares at the stars in my eyes-
Say goodbye.
Say goodbye.

Haunting mirror- say goodbye.

Turn my pages
Through the ages
Cut the edges
Face the faces
Leave no traces
A thousand changes.
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