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AND ONE DAY - ALEXIS KARPOUZOS
And one day,
the sun stopped,
the rain stopped falling,
the flowers didn't look high,
the sky emptied of stars,
then a tear dripped
from the heart and became our breath.
We need a sacred tear,
before the fall...
Tuesday 17th September 2019 8:18 pm
When You Look At Me What Do You See
All the hurt is making me stronger, The deceitful ways help me strive for better days,
I know how it feels not to be loved by your loved ones
I know how it feels to be cold,
Living with no heat, three pairs of socks on my feet,
Still I stay strong in the mist of my storm
Knowing my self worth is better than not knowing at all,
So many stumbles and falls I took to see me,
...
Monday 18th June 2018 2:56 pm
Real Life Nightmare
Every moment to fear,
Forever holding back internal tears.
Life- so complicated,
forever indecisive.
The world too big, too scary,
my mind so full of queries.
Never certain, never happy,
each decision could be deadly.
An escapes impossible,
every outcomes implausible.
Sinking under water,
Always being taken for a martyr.
The pain runs so deep,
Barely able to ...
Sunday 17th June 2018 11:34 pm
How do I say it?
20 years to see
The world encompass all.
Its' messiness unbearable,
Intolerable,
Difficult.
But when I caught your voice,
Its' sweetness a dulling touch.
The world and its' massive wildness,
Disappeared all to dust.
Saturday 30th April 2016 4:05 am
News...
Excuse me, if you have not had news from me.
In reality, I walked through cities and streets observing life and its lethargy, looking for a reason, a reason that made would make me react to what man with his selfishness, irrationality and lack of scruples, destroyed; and not to feel this hell of memory, which baffles me.
I continued my way into this battle that burned my cries and just as th...
Thursday 10th July 2014 1:10 pm
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Regrettably neglected
Go the thoughts of a dreamer
The illuminated streamers
Gleaming down deserted streets
There's blood on the brain
The everlasting stain
Upon a stain, upon a stain...
This cycle, unrelenting
Am I through repenting
To the father that walked out
On these cries
The day the dreams died
Oh, what a morbid
color those cloud...
Tuesday 11th January 2011 2:11 pm
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