In the garden,
Where secrets hide
Behind every tree
Where black and yellow
Knights float free
where tomatoes grow
Next to smiling children
Where birds flitter by
In the passing of years
And currents of time

In the garden
Where my safe house
Meets the outside world
Where life trudges on
Like a caterpillars crawl
Where memories are born
With the new spring birds
Where one realizes
This is what life is,
How it's all meant to be

Do you remember?
The sight of the water
Snaking between the rocks.
The sound of the birds
Chirping nature’s melody
Do you remember?
Our little world
Apart from the outside.
The movements of the moments
That felt like eternity to me.
Do you remember?
Being truly happy
In that time we shared.

Were those moments
Just figments
Of remembered fantasies?
Was there nothing there
That felt like home?
Or do you remember
Something else
Much more sinister?

After giving up on homework
I'm going to write a poem
About what I have done
And where I am
And what is my worth

Those are questions on my conscious
Right now, I don't have the time
This why I want to take
A mental photograph

I want to take a snapshot
Of the single moments
Where my mind is off
Leaving the feeling Melancholy
To sweep up.
A time where I sit and wonder
What my point is anymore.

Of the times when my Mind
Comes in from a late day
At work
And the traffic was bad
And there was no promotion
Nor bonus nor reward
For the extra work
He had put in this week.
So he plops himself on the sofa
And his on the couch
Drinking yet another can of beer

In the kitchen
His wife Conscious cries
As she puts away the candles
And stows away the meal.
A romantic meal is all she wants
Mind will not put in the work
This was not the man she loved
Not this burnt out corpse

I wonder why I keep going on
Why I keep pushing myself forward
There's nothing special about me
I'm just a normal mortal

When I look into the mirror
I see flesh and bone
And tired eyes
I see acne and scars
And razor cuts
I do not see a god,
A creature that's special.
Just a simple human
Not worth all the hype
Not worth a penny more
Than all his peers
Actually, probably
Worth a penny less

You who read this might think
Is he depressed
Sick
A whiney *****?
The answer is
At times to all

I'm merely just a
Tired
Burnt
Angsty
Teenager.
With the constant nagging thought
What have I done?
Where am I?
Am I worth all the compliments?
Am I worth all the insults?
Am I worth anything at all?
For even teens
Filled with angst
Can question themselves sometimes

So I'm filing this snapshot
Along with all my more coherent ones
Is this a good idea?
I hardly read the work.
Oh who ******* cares
This is more for me
Than for you

Opa,
It is a word,
But more of a sound,
The sound of
Thrown plates
Hitting the ground,
The sound of
God's cheer
At human accomplishment,
The sound of
Friends together
Stealing away the night.
Opa is expression,
Is happiness in life.

Opa in a name
Of an excellent resturaunt
Nestled in the land
Between dream
And reality
Where the tastes
Of the old
Blend with new
In the seamless style
Of the modern world.
Opa brings hope.

Hope is at
The doorstep
Of my doubtful heart.
Hope for redemption
In forefather's eyes.
That a connection
Can be still made
To my ancient world;
To my own blood,
Soul and flesh.
That I can
Learn to dance
In my own skin.

Opa is possibility
For my motherland
To hold on to life
By the slippery reins
And keep up
With the world,
But not lose tradition.
There is possibility
For me
To reclaim herritage;
To learn my history;
To live proudly Greek

Hoy, esta minuto
Estoy escribiendo
Una poemita
En español

Cosas pequeñas
Son mas bonitas
En un idioma
Antiquo
La gramatica
Es facil y fluye
Las palabras
Son muy bellas
Cuando las
Son habladas
En una forma
De extranjera

Esta dia es magnifico
Por lo habla me
En idioma differente
Para suertes mejores

You speak so softly
Barely a feather
In the gentle breeze.
But your word weigh
Heavily on my mind.
You need to speak up.

How could anyone tell
What exactly you mean
When you have no conviction?
Especially oblivious me?

You cannot juggle words
Like they're flaming rings
Unless you want to burn.
Words must be thrown
Like darts at a target,
Each one hitting bulls-eye

This tentative manner
Might hold your audience
In a momentary trance
But they will move on
If all you ever do is dance
Around your point.

You may ask for me,
For my support or
Indeed, my company
But if your only words
Are lost in between
You only say, please leave.

I may understand why
Your words never come,
I may understand why
You desire not to hurt,
But I don't understand why
You leave others in the dark.

Walking down the halls,
Looking at the smart ones,
The ones who couldn't give
Any less of a care.
Those are the one that
Seem much happier.

I pushed myself so,so far.
I have to say, I tried my best,
But I'm left with only doubts
And a lack of self-confidence.
"Have I gone far enough?
Will I ever leave my mark?"

I doubt,
I doubt,
Doubt extremely much.
With no sight of evidence
Just confusion
And tiredness

Walking past the classrooms,
All empty of their prisoners.
While the others are leaving,
I am still here to stay.
They are off to live their lives,
While I walk towards decay.

I see an empty spot
In the middle of it all,
Where I decide to collapse
To give up for a liitle while

I always had wondered
What it'd be like to go mad