Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
…του θέρους μνήμες  σκόρπαγε, τις περασμένες
μαζεύοντας τα πρωινά, κοχύλια στις ακτές,
ξεβράσματα μιας εποχής, της θάλασσας περίσσια,
κι’ έριχνε βλέμματα σε τόπους άλλους μακρινούς,

σκορπίζοντας  το είναι του, σε νύχτες λαφιασμένες
καθώς οι μέρες ισομετρικά, ταξίδευαν παντού,
κι οι φόβοι να τον κυβερνούν,
στο μήκος των ονείρων,
χαραματιές που άφηναν σε σώμα και ψυχή,

ki’ ανυποψίαστος αυτός, ριγούσε, μπερδεμένος,
σε κάθε  χτύπο  του κορμιού,
και της καρδιάς
και του σπιτιού το τρίξιμο….

κι' άφηνε του φόβους του να κυβερνούν
καθώς οι μέρες ταξίδευαν
εκείνος
το μήκος του χρόνου μέτραγε  
κι ακούγονταν παντού
πατημασιές

2019 Αθήνα
The night is here
It is said that nothing good comes from the night..
Well they lied
I look up and I see you, right there, you shine
A beautiful star you are...
Nothing is perfect it is said, but you are
And I would like to believe that in every flaw, there's an awe
But we never choose to see it
Pain demands to be felt
There's always going to be hurt in this world and we're given the choice, to choose who hurts us
But I'm happy the universe chose you for me...

©Perpy K.
Back to October
Oh the forbidden love,
Let thy soul free
Let it wander
In the forests of glee
And let my soul be
In the forbidden forests of thee
Where the sun of your ignorance
Scorches the love of me.....
The candles flicker and fumes
Rise from the wick
Into my room

A baby flame
Born at once
Took a breath and died

A mother with a coin
in her pocket chooses
poison as her diet

With gun pointing at innocents
The all say
Death for them is a child's play.......
Hi guys, i want all of you to open google and search for the brutality of indian army... Search for kashmir... Everyday hundreds of them are being massacred mercilessly...... They need our gratitude.  They want us to stand for them... Please stand for kashmir
-
I've lost all my form
thundering darkness rolls in
moving me to sin

I am dark once more
does the night dream of the day?
it sure feels that way

and the stars have gone
I watched them all wander on
leaving me to black
haiku isn't supposed to rhyme but oh well
The river in me
                     exists.  
Its outflow of pour
drenches the gullies
makes moist
the sand that
graces your toes
I flow into your roots
strengthen your
                   capillaries
pump liquid gold
inside your veins
loving your flaws like
kintsukuroi
you piece me together
adorn my cracks
with powdered metals,
still loving them for
being broken
a longing
              quenched
I want you dripping
down my chin,
my thighs
when you rush through
me just like that,
the soothing aqua tempest
I have always
wished for
kintsukuroi-(“golden mend”) is the Japanese art of mending broken pottery using lacquer resin laced with gold or silver. As well as a nifty form of repair, kintsukuroi has a deeper philosophical significance. An embracing of the flawed or imperfect. Rebirth.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lIrDCot0K_o
Next page