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In any case, for me being published means being in excruciating pain and saying it out loud. Тhat is a form of bravery in my world. It was never about the possible popularity or the attention of my acquaintances, or the questions everyone would start to ask. It was about being able to communicate all the things that had happened, all the things that I am.
August 2015
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So, my first poetry collection is coming to life. This is for all the sufferings and calamities of personality that I have seen for my 20 years on our beloved Planet Earth.
It is available to purchase from Janus Publishing website, I attach the link below. I also want to thank endlessly Janus for the patience and help.
The collection will appear on amazon on the 24th of August 2015.
If you find my words compelling, let your attention stay fit. I am preparing a second collection in those unfair times of ours.
cover by Sophia Platts-Palmer
Black Words
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It’s not really about the ground or the neutral state of consciousness of the mob. In any case many people spend most of their lives thinking about nothing in particular and talking about the same. Many people spend most of their lives imitating love and ignoring the same. Trading love for attention or need and chasing away the same. Care and attention wear the mask of love just like beauty wears the mask of wreck. Love is above. Don’t dirty it with casual words, or imitated feelings and actions. Love is above, don’t lower it to complications. Love is simple.
He, in particular, was always talking about some truths that I had not yet discovered, about some things that it would take me months to realize. Sometimes I was thinking that even he didn’t realize what was he doing. It was just so natural for him to spread truth around.
He, particularly, designed his words with the purest of fire. No matter right or wrong, they were pure. My poetry started loosing its meaning and that was a perfect sign for me of my existential collapse. He could not be compared to anything I ever needed to beware. I was ready to give him every piece of my share, just wanted him to meet me there – where every sound was heard loudly and every word spoken bravely.
I tried evoking love to come to him. He was empty though. Empty but not in the ordinary sense of emptiness. He was empty like a hollow guitar that resonated every sound, he resonated every truth, every sense. So I became part of him, of his insights. Wholeness. Now, we just needed to entail love in that space of ours.
He was empty in another sense as well. He was emptied. Emptied by people who didn’t talk about anything in particular, by people who took words for granted, by people who used actions as weapons, and not as representation of feelings.
I was mad at that, furious at those people. I wanted his hollowness to be filled with the sounds of love.
April 2015
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No one’s ground, no one’s fault, no one’s decision, no one’s mistake. It’s just the way the world spins and the sun rises. That’s just the way the waves roll and the birds sing. Only if there was someone to hear them, to see them. People occupied, preoccupied, reoccupied, too occupied with the world that is created for them, instead of embracing the world that is given to them. People make what’s given insignificant and keep on striving for achievements that wouldn’t even matter for the generations to come. They push all the natural to the neutral ground, leave it there to not be. And I can easily keep on sharping my words, but it would scarcely change anything. I can easily sharpen my thoughts but would you sharpen yours back?
April 2015
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Too close to my skin. I’m falling in the borderline.
A fitting representation of two souls as one.
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That’s not me who you see. That’s where I live. It’s not me who walks on those sidewalks, who goes up and down the stairs. It’s not me who crosses the street. It’s not me who looks at you. It’s what I look through. It’s where I live now. That’s where my eternity is put into boundaries. I’m in the `someday` and breathe through the `always`. I ramble. I gamble with the things my body does, so that I could stay here among you a little longer. Bodies are taught in dependence, whereas I had no teacher. I am the original sense, I am the authentic vibe. The common vibe. The one that goes between me and you, him and her, and then between all of us, and then….
I lost everything today and I haven’t felt more alive. In the endlessness. Fragment and defragment. You lose things in your touch with bodies. Something in the way I exist makes people feel doubtless. I got too close to what my body was doing and I got wounded by the mediocrity of the feelings it gets. Reason comes after, if it comes at all. I got lost in reason once. That’s when I start losing the vibe but it did not lose me. It came after me and got me by the hand, and then I smiled with a smile only closed eyes can see, and then I breathed again infinitely, and then…
I look at the wind and it reminds me what I am. I am ephemeral, I am eternal. I am here and I’m there. I’m too young in time to care. I only know how to dare cross all the lines they draw, and all the fields, all the mountains, all the seas and then…
I see the size of colours
The scope of the vibe.
And then….
The great escape.
November 2014
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The one who doubts in love is cursed to fail in life. No one knows this more than most of all. But I’d rather have a soul on my own. Tomorrow we’ll decide. Tomorrow is better than never, right? What do you say? I will always need my own place to bleed, you said you need to slow down the speed, of your life..what a strife!
Since I’ve been your number two and you’ve been my second choice, we fly on the clouds of our bitter oblivion.
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What common sense?! We break everything up to love and hate. And I miss him in and out of every dream and he cannot even sit silent, he only screams. For our minds have never been clearer. I could never have anyone dearer.
Than you.
But I was facing the future with my back when I came here. And I stumbled on my heart just to fall right where I needed to be, far away from my past misery.
by James Flames
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We are at the end of time. I scarce too many lives, but I don’t want to be a repeat of the fool I was before. The pills don’t work anymore, unexpected things happen and I cannot know the weight of my life until I free myself from all those things. Into the more I am now, I will never go. I have never encountered anything as desirable as you. But I am bound to break my reflection in your mirror. You are the pure elitism of my biggest fears.
by Margarita Georgiadis
selcouth – unfamiliar, rare, strange and yet marvelous.
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Outside their frame, is where they concentrate the blame.
But it is never the same, when you know the wheel is not spinning.
It is you that I am calling. I can’t have it all on my own. I need to share – every silence, dream and stare. You cannot be compared to anything that I ever needed to beware. I would give you every piece of my share, just promise me that you will meet me there – where every sound is heard loudly and every word is spoken proudly.
Now that I’ve met my recompense, I am still speaking in past tense. My memory is a clear mess. You taught how to play this chess with broken figures. But it is your tactics that I never figured.
‘Regal Twelve’ by Alexia Sinclair
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twists + turns 