I gave birth to two beautiful brown eyes
glittering
a smooth skin of silk
and a heavenly smell of baby biscuits and milk
the moment the silk touched my cheek
warmth filled my breath
when the newly born cries soothed
my arms full of love
a bouquet of whitely swaddled hopes
surrounded my entire life
infusing all the flavors
he stared all around with amazement
as the world warmly welcomed him
on our way to his new home  
at the start of a wonderful adventure
I offered my finger to him
and as we held hands we promised
that the two of us would never have to face the world alone
holding each other's hearts forever
here and thereafter

my heart starts racing
when I realize that I will never be able
to see you again
It is like an endless pain
that has been caused
by a sudden wrenching of my heart
and a sudden bitter twist
when you sprained my soul
an impinging scar
a never to be cured bruise
an unrestorable rupture
"sprained ankles are healed by ice and time"
but sprained hearts are never fully healed
cold makes it worse and time too...

You know right?
that little bird does not even care about your death
He will continue to chirp and sing
whether you are dead or alive, he will swing
because a bird realizes grief
only if his pair bond has been broken just next to its wing
still then
after a little while... aw, the docile
he starts chirping
as he has been designed to do so
he cries inside but he has to
tweet, twitter, cheep and chirp
masking the shriek and loud cry deep inside

Love takes many names
and forms
and... no norms
true love endures
all the storms
in my heart like Nikos
Nikos, the brother
Nikos the father
Nikos, the lover
He is the pure water  
and I am the natural sugar
in order for sugar to dissolve in water
love needs to result
white crystals to invisible water
changing from solid to solution
the sweet water-love
butterflies will feed themselves on us
and fly to the light
forever...

Your name has been signed across the transparent wings of the dragon fly
Clearly crystal under the colorful patches
The two strong pairs of wings
Carry colorful rings
Of love
Dragon flies hover around me

I am the counterpart of death
living in this world

A whole new direction in the meadow
Saddened trees and whys.
Saffron like shadows
spoiled grass and hollows  
More of the same old
the maddening racing of my heart
Shaded against the sun
all trenches end up with you
journeys are all set off to find us  
new versions of the two of
us but the same hows
everything is yellow
like in the Coldplay song

Sorrow is conserved
at all times
Sorrow is preserved
and it only changes form
one day it is numbness
The next day it is bitterness
and misery or deep dejection
but there is always the same amount of sorrow
Sorrow cannot be created or destroyed
like life
animal compost turns into life
and life transforms into love
and love into sorrow
and then life turns into feces

when taking a big brown bite from the almost deformed eclair
that you held in your trembling indecisiveness
with a weary hope of suppressing the sourness
to sugarcoat the strain of  aliveness
you looked at me wanly through dimly lit dull eyes
killed but metabolically active
never had I witnessed such unhappiness
while eating such delicious dessert
the eclair seemed to put you in a foul mode
bewildered
it had no effect or whatsoever to make this world a better place
when the half of your heart is not in this world anymore
the culprit is the broken heart, not the eclair
reckoning with life
gasping and panting
you shoved me
wincing and grimacing  
as you rubbed your chocolate creamy hands to pull the dirt off your palms

awesome awakenings after
bewildered bereavements breeze breaking branches
carelessly costing crowds
dangerously destroying damages
eagerly ending eternity
flying flies flee floods
gorgeously gusting gale, gazing
hurricanes harm homes
intensifying impatience indoors
jamming jars, jugs
kicking kittens
lamely losing luster
magnifies madness        
nauseous naturalness
obligingly offer
poisonous preferences, posthumous pardons  
reawakening remorses
strongly struggling strifes
through thunderstorm
urbanizing utterances urge
vengeance... *****
zesting zealous zigzags

The presence of your absence
fills my heart with emptiness
lightning my soul with darkness
through the worsening "better"s
that different feeling has become alike
Building the destroyed in an excited calmness
trying to continue an interrupted life
full of spiritual vowels and consonant lies
All the sounds of the vowels and consonants
Make words that make no sense
While I go through a “letter y” despair

Probably
we will never get to see each other again
Perhaps
the weather will never be fine again
Maybe
I will not laugh again  
Clearly
my sorrow will always be there
Definitely
life will never be the same
Certainly
you would feel sorry for me
if you could Possibly ever read this
Obviously
you deeply miss me too

I borrow words to tell how I suffer
                               No one can offer
Serenity
Far from sanity
Absolute solitude
All *******
Numb I should be
I am sure you’d agree
That nothing rhymes
Ohh even the soothing chimes
with loneliness

grief becomes
unbearable
when the all-colorful and fast-whirling spinning top
falls and remains
still and colorless forever

would you return
if life had a u-turn
I will learn
when it is my turn

freedom comes in many forms
for him it was the swishing sound of the bicycle wheels when riding along the beach through the morning breeze
he pedalled all along the bay freeing his soul when waves crashed on the shore
all he took with him was my name rhyming with the crunching sand
love comes in many different forms

She flipped the lid
to open a delicious looking jar of homemade raspberry jam
to make a yummy stuffed French toast
expecting a lush and fruity floral scent
instead, it smelled mold and yeast
she started coughing and wheezing
feeling dizzy and nauseous

She opened
a rose-shaped red velvet ring box
to wed herself to him
expecting a shinny and glamorous wedding ring
instead, there was an unseen and sharp razor in the slit
she cut her finger  and started bleeding
feeling confused and perplexed rapidly breathing

She opened
a .jar file on her computer
hoping to reach all the files
instead, it was malware containing viruses
and ruined her computer
exploiting and infecting her system
leaving her disappointed and depressed

death-struck love
we have been shot twice
one in the head
one in the heart
massive bullet holes
and life-threatening wounds
I drove us to the hospital
the doctor told "we would live"
but "we would bleed forever"

life the villain
you the hero

life as we know of it is uncountably short
as that of a butterfly's
and my flickering heart
is as fragile as the wings of a butterfly
flapping within temporality
blinded by the dream of reaching you
to remain an unbroken whole
to last

Knowingness
it is "the not knowing" that is the worst
shrewd and sharp the truth should be
or else
I would not be ignorant, illiterate, and ill-informed about
where you have gone feeling heedlessly
lost in this hazy knowing-less
veiling the known

we have been left behind
by the morning beams
the sun will never shine on us
ever again
the bird flying over us will not even see us and pass by flapping
this flipping life will not be ours anymore
the sunflower in the living room will be buried forever in ever depressing catatonia of not being able to move towards the sun
we will never catch it turn its head up towards the sky
we always knew that it was handcrafted anyway
but hope is the ladder that keeps everyone above
I bet you too knew that we would not last
when the two of us were drowning in a glittering and ever shinning shimmer of love

Life is all about flashbacks
An overly fragmented attack of past scenes
Showers down on me like confetti
As I shut my eyes and escape into my inner labyrinths
Nothingness captivates when all the colorful confetti covers the ground
in scattered masses

we brought home
Two
Seashells
collected
during a date at the beach
When I found them
Right beneath my foot
Buried in the golden
Sand
I was
Overjoyed
And thought
That these were
omens of good luck
the perfect
souvenirs
sent as
Momento
For that
Wonderful day
That we had together
As a tribute to our love
Hand in hand
Lip to lip
Telling each other
How much
we care
and that life if dare
separate us
Would not be fair
How would I know
That these
dead
Bivalve mollusks
foreshadowed
my
Dried up life
and my
Lost fertility
the relics of
A bygone love
Once a home
To a soft and small
creature
Seashells are
coffins

life is noisy
this is how it is meant to be
the noise of the passing truck
knock
flock
duck
and rock
life is never without noise
it does not actually have a poise
boom
blast
burp  
click clack
and
moo
meow
hoot
howl
scream
shout
swish
swoosh
yells
and whispers
but words
are the ones
that I cannot take
words
spear through my heart
as I silently struggle
with  
my own words
in my lonely mind

you             A
and me       B
      you       A
and me       B
      you       A
and me       B
and us       AB

it is sometimes hard to distinguish
between teardrops
and drops of tear
teardrops help refresh tears
and drops of tear
create the need for teardrops
teardrops fill me with new drops of you to cry

She does not write poems
that rhyme with her seeping heart
anymore
glittering hymns had long been lost behind valleys impermable
posing questions of loneliness, heartlessness and darkness
caged souls
and sealed memories
are left behind
as unspoken means of hopes
oh nymhs of woes
outbursts of hurts
neglected says and nays
a menacing drowsiness of wordlessness betrayed  souls leaving deep holes

When marching with the whole lot
I can still move along
With you
My body’s rhythm is always the same with yours
We inhale and exhale at the same time when we walk the same steps
We march along together
My feeble ant steps are strong when I follow you
love keeps us together
When marching with the whole lot
It feels like there simply is nothing and no-one  around it is just you
It feels like you have always been there in all the stages of my life
It is like my egg cracked and the first thing  I saw in the whole of my life was your beautiful black eyes
My little egg life like the size of a period at the end of a sentence became a whole full sentence of its own when you first held me and showed me the way
We traveled all day with the whole lot
But it was just you
Starting with the lights of the new day
I always knew where I was heading towards as long as I had you
And every night we built a nest together
Nights were my favorite
I put my head on your chest and looked up to your beautiful black eyes
I knew that I was not the queen
I was not yellow or red in color
But you always treated me as one
Making your body a nest for me
Through my blurry ant vision
You were always clear and bright
It all started when you gave me an ench-anting smile as we paved along on that fine morning

All celestial beings have met at night
through a stunningly
beautiful mirage  

                                                     planets
                                                     comets
                                                     stars
you-the other-worldly
                                                   ­                             I- the out-of-worldly

Visit me in lucid dreams
                      till I too die

you were the closest dot
standing next to me
we visually blended together
to look like love from a distance

when I hide my face behind my hands
does life still continue with demands
and all its harshness and bad plans
through all the toxicant pangs?
I will keep my eyes closed and hold my breath
Until you come back from death

the woman that you
left behind is heartbroken
in a plaintive cry

There goes the breathless labyrinth of my heart
I got lost a million times to wake up from deadly nightmares
Detours and dead ends
Meaningless paths lightened by dark lights
A maze of little thoughts
coils of hope
All nodes of you

brought the brown little squirel an acorn aloof
fall has many different browns
walnuts, chestnuts and nuts
pine cone brown and dry leaf brown
wreath of brown
mud spread on the sole of my shoes as I paddled through  the pumpkin filled fields
pumpkins shone on me like the sun of the dry brown soil
as I stepped on the dried leaves rustling with grief
autumn has many different browns
cinnamon brown and the tree trunk brown
wreath of brown
the dry purple lavenders are now wet with my tears that come from my dry brown heart
the brown sorrow
Wrath of my soul
life has many different sorrows
Wreath of sorrows

Simplicity is the best
life is already
far too complicated
for the ordinary  
like me to decode
I wish we could
resolve the riddle
before you left
or maybe
there is no mystery
and it is just my shallow mind
why do human beings
accept the fact that flowers may wither
but my mind
does not accept the fact that you died?

poems ought to be short to reflect life
but unlike life smooth and free of strife
poems should be abrupt
to reflect death but unlike death should not interrupt

the orange peel jam freshly reminds me of the times
you hover around brightly in my heart
scraps of memory
all sharp and tangy flavored
memories
though very sweet there is always a bit of bitterness in all
so potent
piquant
and poignant
puncturing the heart

to wash away the remains of the
wild tides
the wind needs to re-blow gently
and the waves need to tame the sand  
through kind caresses
untangling the dried out mosses

I remember that summer night
not long ago
when we sat across a carved watermelon
with a candle burning inside
the candlelight  
beaming from the eyes and the mouth
of the frowning watermelon, jack-o-lantern lighted your face
by a peaceful smile
when you looked into my eyes
with love and affection

Varied malice
vultures gather around me everyday
Flying in circles they drop down to
Look me straight in the eyes
                                                 disparagingly
Waiting for me to die
They can smell the appetizing spice of death
They sharpen their beaks
Rubbing them against my woes
Scratching and pecking at my grief
                                                              patiently
Devoid of life
This rupture will never be healed
They know
They wait until I totally lose heart
                                                                silently    
Once they feed themselves on me
Hissing and grunting  
They will eat my **** and guts first and
They will feast on my liver, spleen and kidney  
and all our memories too will be digested in their intestines
Only bones, clothes, and shoes will be left
But my pain, the poison in my heart  
Will be the biggest threat to them
Even their highly corrosive and poison tolerant  
stomachs will not consume
The toxins of my spirit
The venoms of my soul
They will all die of swallowing my rotting mind
Inhaling my cries
And snacking on my neurotoxicity

You are all very plastic
endurable and elastic
fit all
senseless
cheap
and meaningless
artificial
spurious
fake
and insincere
with crocodile tears
easy to find
all blind
and not refined

Then came the waves to carry her
to the best of everything.
Waters were glittering as she gazed,
she’d long longed for serene
tranquility.
The circular rhythms of the waves
housed various lives,
each starting and ending a span,
endlessly, one after another.
She thus traveled along to better lives.

each burial
is hope for a new beginning
the dog buries his bone in the ground
hoping that one day he will feed on it  
birds bury eggs in nests
with the hope that they will produce chicks
I bury bad news in the middle of wordy sentences
with the hope that it will not immediately hurt
I bury memories in my heart
hoping that one day when remembered
my heart will no longer bleed

the bright pink dahlias
that stood for patience withered
eventually

It seems you had the luxury to          dump             me                                            
You kissed me off and it was a          thumb            up                                                                                                              
                                                                Bump             the                                                                          
                                                                chump!
You                                                         grump!
My heart becomes a                             lump...

The two imaginary friends
that I have both left me
One has become real
And the other one died

I love you with an innate
effortlessness of true love
a soul in spate
like the bright stars above
light in space