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2.3k · Nov 2022
rewriting FIONA
Elsie Greek Nov 2022
THEY broke into my storyline:
confections served were not so slight
still i missed out on YOU at first,
that trace YOU gave of sheer remorse
put that now in you head,
sweet THING!
my guilty pleasure feels like savoring.
a palate to transpire any doubts -
a skill of tiger on the prowl

it's the plot of a mindless fling,
i care for YOU to be within
though such acting's bound with letters' dire ******,
i see YOU TWO again to have my bliss

i read YOU out,
i spell YOU!
then write YOU down
i read YOU out,
i spell YOU,
then write YOU down

it's been a while i had my click
with all the fluff i cared to think
i thought this time WE may never part,
but YOU are in the line with change of heart

it's the plot of a mindless fling,
i care for YOU to be within
though such acting's bound with letters' dire ******,
i see YOU TWO again to have my bliss

i reread YOU out,
i spell YOU!
then rewrite YOU down
i read YOU out,
i spell YOU,
then write YOU down
1.2k · Aug 2022
The simple is crafty
Elsie Greek Aug 2022
The simple is crafty,
It's driven by thriving,
It's cool and it's artful
Envisioning the sublime.

Allow me be simple now,
That's not outrageous.
All sorts of one substance,
All forms of dim treacheries.

A smooth olive sparkle,
Not the one with the edges
Abiding with the peeves,
Deeply drowned in dry Martinis.

Too diligent to continue
Because if a life is only simple,
It becomes completely unbearable.
Taste makes me feel all the complexity
Of it, but the simplicity is just a scale
At which I am capable to create.
916 · May 2022
Coffeepot rumblings
Elsie Greek May 2022
That is not a mild story,
She neglects it;
That's a sunken bittercup black.
Only what can be told;
Sip it up, never call her again.
Like a sign of approval
On your daily fetiches,
No sugar, skim right;
As you're taking it in, she can live with it.
Learn how affected one is
Under caffeine,
How it mingles with you,
Becomes your resting point.
Like it's when you wish
You could be dormant;
Only then she reciprocates.
Let it help her recapitulate
Your story:
Passage in sentences,
Words into syllables,
the dull infused with some glory.
676 · May 2022
to all condemned
Elsie Greek May 2022
This news consoles
The heck of us,
In gestures strained imprints
On hearts.
They learned a daily bite
Of stats:
Us figured, scooped,
Against and fast.

Like that of spoons
Fed to the blind
By those dictators
Who still fly.
Plots hatching plots:
them aged and trite.
Like was it news to you?
Not in the slightest.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ELKbtFljucQ
531 · May 2022
Smudges of change
Elsie Greek May 2022
Created me in spring
But I swallowed water
To grow anywhere from green.

In gulps of disturbia
Breathed in and out
The leap of fate that is found
In osmotically lean sciences.

They trusted to morph
My lucid moments of thrill
Into smudges of change
That evoked brushed memories
I knew I would never
Bear the pressure to recall
                               nor dwell on.

This callous decision
To move on with them is
Anything but to sound less obvious
And to erase all commas
                             as if mute anything
That is to be felt and to sense instead.
437 · Apr 2023
Chatting with AI
Elsie Greek Apr 2023
From us it virtually generates,
a vivid dictionary entry form
it mimicks.
Gets to assess/anticipate storm,
bypassing sabotage
with emulation at its core
It clicks with us.

If one were to create
this paravessel
subject to pitfalls so critical,
its snappy truths would mislead
A whole review
that's faster than a line to read.

Does it mean that
i owe you nothing,
i still may dwell
on my valuable ****** experience?

These patterns seem
an oxymoron:
Efficient yet alarming.
If one were to contemplate
so peculiar a world,
Full of next-gen era
outlandish jobs,
Be based on this extrapolation
let it not.

I carry substance,
Although disproportionately,
Which you might overuse,
misjudge, or subjugate.
They meddle with it,
the tech-savvy reptiles.
We may further copypaste
and carry no substance
other than what we had
disproportionately created.
412 · Feb 2023
piece of mind
Elsie Greek Feb 2023
a quivering combust
from this disgrace:
in fuss speak low run fast
recover all you must
a key is now misplaced
them us them us
retaliate but never trust
the more you hate
the more to ask for
help
the more the less
alas
My lines are there to scarcely read between them but all I can is hope you do the math.
385 · May 2022
Clearly it's snowing..
Elsie Greek May 2022
Clearly it's snowing
In your heart.
You wish you thawed,
Still wish you to, though.
The cold of it keeps
Glowing you up,
The smartest streak
Of such a generous
Remark is showing
The obsessive drift:
Repetitive at nothing,
Novelty at stake.
It's where you are,
Still drifting there
As though
In cycles of the dark.
I wish you knew,
Let's hope it still is not too late.
What is eating you? - Preoccupied society suggests cancellation to fix whoever may have been ruined long before.
382 · Jan 2023
'bout books
Elsie Greek Jan 2023
could she be a literary pope,
signs on the pages arranged
into a Latin-like custom, out of ether
into that virtually diminishing world,
hands-on experience traded for nothing
but practice of high hopes to evolve,
making a difference that simple, effective,
measurable enough to reach.
instead could she dream of something real,
cold, sharp, plausible; stop saying to her
practise only what you preach

it's not a church therein
aching for some sanctuary
since she's on a steep *****.
with some bookish praise still echoing
high-brow bigotry far away
in messages too slow,
she knows only to be in the moment

there pages may feel shame,
money might talk loud,
augmented hands carry powers,
about to be contemporary gods.
could she be told a book is just a book?
shaking from within,
shaken to her core,
a lurking reality:
numbers of them biting the dust,
appeasing, retiring into nonsense
and whatnot,
they revel in everything
366 · Mar 2023
South Ethics
Elsie Greek Mar 2023
The questions are tolerated
sometimes
by your touch on the cheek,
my patting the lips
a lot.
Feels like ghosting
in public
on loop
even though making
logical chains
of bland lucrative words.
I am still needy for this
catechism
as if to dig gold,
but carefully try
NOT
to show it.
Whoop it up!
These south ethics
with no horizon
are lingering under your skin
when I let you worship
the parts of me
that can't be worthy
at all.
259 · Oct 2023
Season's shivers
Elsie Greek Oct 2023
These latencies
Of mine and yours,
At an mph speed,
Can only drag so much.

Up-and-coming causes
Of committees without agencies
Of time and power,
It unfolds precariously.

It struck me that
There's no best way
To micromanage or multitask,
I cannot prioritize a world,
The common ground beneath a porcelain vase.

So, I'm here to reason
In the hapless flow and fluid blast.
259 · Apr 2020
Judah?
Elsie Greek Apr 2020
Stick to whatever,
She told me.
Get it wrong, right
Or do not.
Flee to your scarier
Shelter,
One that is easy
To spot.
Drink wines
From glasses
Of doubt,
Worship your
Local canons.
Stretch them
Within and without,
Stan the unpardoned
Of lords.

Having it all
Given to you,
Acting completely
Exposed,
Trophies in pain
Excruciate you:
None of them **** you,
Suppose.
202 · Apr 2020
When at night
Elsie Greek Apr 2020
Onions peel off
Layers by layers
In a disarmingly
Bittersweet way.
It's like personas
Beguiling
Their players,
Let crusty skins
Come over
Eventually.
As ****** moths
Flickering,
Tenderly knitting
A warm deadly
Nightshade
Over the moon.
It's like everyone
Mingling,
Eagerly laying
Crosses over naughts
In a human
Para bellum.
199 · Dec 2022
So, it'd better be us.
Elsie Greek Dec 2022
When the time comes
to suffuse with cerulean,
It'd better be us
To come up with utopian
                          Christmas.
Never warned but
It's always a hot mess:
Lights, a decorous manner
             Of telling the truth,
So bombastic each trimming
                  Of your spruce!
Yes, guests..If only
    With obsequious manners,
           And de minimis SADs.
We will toast with
Most tarnished of their plights
To such a pandemonium!
We will wager in candlelights
To never cease
This ferociousness over the feast.
How can this be measured
                        By what it seems
In a moral world desperate
                                    To digest
Everyone, given it a chance
Until there's a fetid nuisance.
So, it'd better be us.
utopian ferocious cerulean suggestion
199 · May 2022
(In)complete
Elsie Greek May 2022
From now on I summon
My fugitive selves,
All at once to nuance
the stitches and shells.
Should they not be complete,
I will handle it.
In the darkest of nights
There's no way to keep
Unabated light,
But to brace my mean heart,
Tape it shut but somehow
Lose it into the wild.
There it goes:
Beastly wonderful storm
Through the hurdles of challenge;
They blazon them selves — yet another refrain of acceptance.
Spoken truth is an armour of gold,
But my only concern is to hold an opinion of selves,
as they matter.
After stitches are dealt with,
Mostly painfully sheer in their glory,
After shells are assumed
to be me: I'll summon the suit.
Pardon this free interpretation of the Marvel comic.  Still, an inspiring art piece makes it worthwhile to suggest any idea or subjective take on it.
172 · May 2022
What is your happening
Elsie Greek May 2022
What is your happening
...
How long is he in service
...
Where are your dearest
...
Has lost been found and returned to you?

These are the current affairs,
These are the questioning stares,
New temporary places for our woeful
Damages.
170 · May 2020
Your immutable
Elsie Greek May 2020
Swim in the ocean
Of rebirth with me
Resonating in
              The Stream
Of what I call
      Clear conscious.
Melody you sing to
                    On its waves
Matching its duality
Is like frustrated blur,
A hum of drastic stakes
       We are to make.
But I like you
In whatever shape
You desire
               to mold me,
Until the end of the day
I am your plasticine.
          And tomorrow,
I am as well you brick,
Your indulgence delusion,
A glass of aspirin water,
Therefore, your immutable side.
164 · Jun 2022
image, I, nation.
Elsie Greek Jun 2022
Screens of no time, I despise
Your pixels and patterns.
For they tune me into
the realm of volatile choice.
So, I scrabble these soft-a-ware lies into a destiny,
where every sickening banner reads
"Either you're enough today, or that will not suffice tomorrow!"
I am down with new paths, and other strategies scare me.
Guess what pulls me to 'uncode' this?Purposeful lives plagiarize
Meaningless deaths really.
Unruly them, always bedazzled
By an assumed plug-in for disharmony research.
What can I do with such silly questions in enormous appetites,
Like "what's this imagination doing in the next century"?
Right now let's probably accept that it's
Plundering my time.
161 · Mar 2020
My autumn leaves a trace
Elsie Greek Mar 2020
My autumn leaves a trace
of cravings.
How nice
      to watch them plonk
                their bubbly blues.
There bitter
            meets the nagging,
Namely,
Grey collides
            with crimson spleen
                      of sour overdues.
                      
I treat them all
As seasonal and timely.
It's cool to feel
      what is corrupt
        in their shallow kinds.
There nastiest are marked
between the lines of mildly
            put regrets
                  as looming shades
Of glasses oozing wine.

It all has been at least concerning
But never even eaten me
a while.
To me
     there's no such thing
                              as tables turning.
To you
    it may as well seem only
             a breath of wind.
147 · Apr 2022
Made it again.
Elsie Greek Apr 2022
Made it again this day.
Hard time saving time
Losing grip on most sides,
Dots are needled above the "i"s,
Still make no sense of it.

They concur to this idea
Of large scale violence
As an incentive that it may arise
from fixing their dots to nobody's
Is.

And what is invention
If not the hustle to make it all
Work fine,
The doubt is it won't, but the process
makes it inspiring.

Sometimes it takes just a grinder,
uninventive but hopeful.
127 · Apr 2020
Fish
Elsie Greek Apr 2020
In my ocean,
My private obliviousness,
I keep the fish of golden:
They never happen
To rest.
Whirled by and confused
With each other
They let it all come roundabout.
Go far, they will follow you farther.
Mute. Quick! Cold. Be careful! Haunt.
They haunt you, you stalk them.
Vice versa. Who's smarter?
Mutation of wit and vigor.
Deep waters run still,
Eyes look after,
Pretend you know what to fish for.
117 · Apr 2020
sleep on it
Elsie Greek Apr 2020
sleep, we sleep,
we would sleep on it
to make some of life
decisions,
like buying or not,
flying there tomorrow
or keeping still and alive,
somehow.
I know, right?
such collisions,
trying to process it first,
then to sleep on it,
but all I get is diluted
insomnia.
113 · Mar 2020
We (are)
Elsie Greek Mar 2020
Clients of the Unknown
to pile up the whys.
The lovely highs and lows
to lighten a demise.
Strange feelings override
to pump up the best
In us.
This stroke,
this bolt,
this blast.
It's here, it's going to last.
104 · Mar 2020
Egonizing
Elsie Greek Mar 2020
Your instincts are blind
But not hesitant.
I feel it walking away.
As you come
Each step has a stance
Of a period.
After you. I shall start
A new day.

Never thought of you
Thinking of
                         how
                         much
                         of
                         you
Thought of myself.

So, I walk away
Cause
           my
                 reason
                               of
                                   moving
                      ­                              is
                                     yours
                               to
                    come
          what
may.
Elsie Greek May 2022
now it's time
to listen to the ***** of revolution
and shoot the doubt in the head.
no panic, rustic planning's smooshed 
into rampage during press junkets soaking wet.
now it's time
they are praying to the silence
as they move to set their bodies free,
set their spirits free with violence
as they leave our minds be.
if the doubts still prevail,
they might turn into a disco ball,
so bright and sublime,
that now it's time
it recovers the pulse
and the strengths of the crowds,
unforsaken.
Inspo by an Arcade fire live show, so therapeutic.
93 · May 2022
the absent memory
Elsie Greek May 2022
We slept shorter to so little
Working out ways making it up
To childish ourselves.
It still runs in our unruly family
Not to inflict pain; again,
Sometimes we talked to each other
In rapid sentences but longer silences,
Later —  in letters sent to justify them,
Recalling the yard full of brittle
Wine peonies planted by our mother:
They gushed so much like us.
84 · Dec 2022
My amber, my emerald
Elsie Greek Dec 2022
My amber, my emerald,
Come ring me.

These unencircled fingers
In thrall with you
Stay unassumed, almost daily.

I missed you way too long!
It's when the dream lingers,
Almost the end of night,
That I may put you on
These preppy pallid
Particles,
You my vibrant petites.


You can hardly
Lay there sheltered
In the box,
Cool and amorous.

What is part of you now,
Does it solidify in silver?
Are you cast in gold?
They say, humans
Absorb them too.

But you always shine
Embracing
Everything you do.
I'd just as soon
Come to be in you.

Oh, to contain substance
So virtually fluid!
It seems many a day
I am still in search of it (of you).

Why then you dissociate
Just like that,
Or is it from my dream?
That easy to be ****** in love.
84 · May 2023
Nobody's everybody's song
Elsie Greek May 2023
Never wonder, my friend,
how life is,
what's there for us,
cutting through it:
just imagine.

I still turn it on early,
and reckon it's never too late
to put some things to bed
whenever their time is due.
Their habits or mine,
you say?
Some are too common
to share,
as we used to.

Now the rain is salty again,
and it's our common loss,
but it's nobody's shame.
Or reversed,
I'm confused..
Or it seems so,
if you dare to speak on it
in simpler words.

In fact,
I hear some kind of blues rock in loops
when I turn it on.
Hopefulness measured with helplessness
as an act of overlapping ruse.
But I've never searched
for this kind of music
which makes me feel bruised.
Coldness seeps through
old bones and dark minds,
and it's easy to get used to it.
Listen to it, and it can sway you too!
Hopeful still, but it drudges me more.
82 · Feb 2023
to my Rayushka
Elsie Greek Feb 2023
No exit explicit, no nothing.
Yet you made it outside,
burned too bright,
cast a spell.
A pigeon birdie stopped
by our window
bobbing of your passing
or else it was you
divested of your weights
before the flight.
You let us firm believe
we parted lightly,
if in the words we mouthed
or toasts of them frank
got to the wishing well.
As now remembering you,
you wanted our home an open house,
Us happily married and loving.
71 · Oct 2022
Meet Eery Spooks
Elsie Greek Oct 2022
flipping on his heads and tails
hindering the techs of gist,
mumbling words and biting nails
working as a scientist.
baking pulping fears and scares,
creepy jaws of hooded stares
playing the ventriloquist.
Signed "priority on offer",
Sealed by ***** scanty stirrer
And delivered with the whip.
halloween spirits
Elsie Greek Apr 2020
In rises and sets
My body is given to
What I barely can
Rely on: time.

Though it measures
Breaths, or winks,
or swallows
Of what I barely can
Live through: life.

Hope, it's not all gone,
Sometimes tortured,
Or mocked at, nuzzled into
The very thought of..
but you're a different kind.

The spark of pertinence
You may possess at times,
Giving it all to me
Like you must as a gift
To redeem all the sins.

To reject or submit,
Accept or resist?
I'd leave it all:
You, I never will.
Maybe, if I'm honest,
I could only imply.
I imply..
I will imply it,
Iwilimplit,
I'llit,
It.
67 · Nov 2022
Yielding yarn
Elsie Greek Nov 2022
That night had as ever
The light that was all
But a burden.
The stars could
Obtusely loom bright
But that's known too well
If you long for the story:
Bear no shame to tell.
A sickness of grudge overlaps
Lest you keep it intact
Off a road to wilderness
Of thoughts to become yet
Quite yours.
It's a very own cleanse
In pursuit of a remarkable journey,
A yarn spinned
Of too yielding words.
59 · Apr 2020
Everything that clings
Elsie Greek Apr 2020
That is to think of you,
Like to singalong
On the bench of an empty boulevard.
Would that be wrong?

Swamped with life,
Like to get rescued
On the edge of a cliff dragging on a cigar
Is still not too far?

Real deal, hasty dreariness
Now in my skies.
Like if No Surprises
Was blubbing in my earphones,
Would That Not Be Nice?
#Radiohead #DivineFits #Nosurprises #Wouldthatnotbenice #desperate #inspiration
Elsie Greek Nov 2022
Wrestling with it
is not a free choice,
But a cause of free will.

Writing is not inclined
to help your memories
wither into the depot.

Stories are chiselled
Uniquely
If the baggage is full.

Unpack them with no
Restraint,
But tread lightly on
Cyprus purple verse.

To all those adamant
Left-handed lovers,
Stay as befogged as ever
where you are.
45 · Mar 2020
Ars gratia artis
Elsie Greek Mar 2020
Ars gratia artis.
That's all that he knows
About life.
Called in to restore
Demographics,
Demolish the bleak
Overnight.

Repetitive claws
Of his fashion
Set up undeniable
Scratch.
How trendy it is!
Oh, how flashy.
Impossible
To outmatch.

Recover us, please,
Mother nature.
For his is
The meanest delight.
He once used to toddle:
Now crests us
In his own unhumble stride.

Forsake it,
Leave everyone bare.
He deals us as
Master of his trade.
We are stopped at nothing,
Forsake not.
Ain't Earth living art,
A hot spot.
#arsgratiaartis #hotspot #world #coronavirus
Elsie Greek Feb 28
Like what you see
In my headlines?
It's a spurring momentum
Of producing ideas
To leave out the baggage.
Lest it's hopelessly forgotten,
This insoluble one outwrites.

Maybe I'm neurodivergent
In the way anything goes
In my mind.
Take it in, scribble by scribble,
Loitering, flooding dispersion:
Scatter the notes outright.

Not yellow, nor black;
Some say, rosy-white.

Anything goes:
Gooey face,
Colourful umbrella.
Just break it in, be in your shoes
Until they're comfy,
Wear well,
Lastly, become second nature.
Embrace this spectrum,
It's wide.
On the spectrum and exploring it.

— The End —