Cherry enigmas - 25.04.2026

 This monster has loved me longer than anyone else

And I don’t know why it stays, and I don’t know what it wants

Perhaps destroy every part that I build on hope

Every part that I try to hold

Close to my heart, but you go….

You leave far away. And I think then…

There’s something wrong with me

That you don’t like to stay.

And I wonder then, how many sleepless nights till I break

How many warmthless sights till I take

Everything that I pour

And leave you to yourself.

 

Muster the courage to become somebody else.

But I get why you may not want to show, why you

May not allow

To try to love me as I love you so.

But I see you mourning as you still try to hide

I wonder what future you dream of when you remember those eyes.

…Cries…

Crack through the teeth…

Your skin is giving in

And I still wonder why you measure me up to days

Must we be different?

There was a time you felt…

Enthralled.

I still call

Upon the heavens to hear,

All my prayers that you’ll be happy but you still try to disappear

While I want nothing more for myself too, I go..

Do..

Continue to be happy.

You worked at it too.

I wonder what passes through your mind,

If anything,

When you …

Ignore me to invest your resources in what you want to do.

I hope karma is real. I hope I’ll get to heal too.

Statics – 23.04.2026

 In the space we never got to make

I got too close to hearts of steel

I fooled myself, my mind’s at stake

Divorcing it from what I feel

In worlds of techno all go by,

All cold, all distant, forgetting our “why”

Wearing but masks, faces we borrow

Only to hide deeper to protect our sorrows.

 

In the spaces we never got to feel

I’ll fill the void with melodies

In the empty benches, time stood still

Age-layered lady, weaving apologies

Starting a thread,

tethered to a bed

The kind that gives comfort when things seem to end.

The kind that succumbs to your will

When you pretend, that they’ll understand.

But the shrill of disappointment is screaming still

Cruel, sadistic bitch you think of me

But you see, you never got to ask.

It doesn’t matter, does it?

When the pain is all that one sees

If this is how you care, then sure, blame me

I learned how to live , go on …when many left

Me to myself, numbered times,

Yet what I gave, I gave of love

Maybe more than I should ever

Be allowed to keep.

You found a new victim to blame

Is it ever you?

Will you stop to bend?

It was your will

Still

Going, knowing why

On a damaged mind,

Heart torn, I was a whim,

A new thing, why promise and fault me when you did not want to commit to anything?

I did not force you.

How could I be?

Cruel, sadistic, bitch

Happy namesday to me.

Flirting in Greece - 22.03.2026-19.05.2026

 And the Startide is Rising, my eyes fill with wonder

Diving through their clusters I dive in waters, still deep

I seek, the thief of always as you have been, disappointment thunders

Maybe there’s an after if only, you’d slow down as my heart shrinks faster

In a vortex of myths,

I don’t know what to believe

In

Hephaistos tinkering to metal, mechanical take on,

God of fire, you said I might strike a blaze,

Then let your body be the volcano I can melt in, my sight’s a haze

Out of your soul, artisan of weaponry, master of armors

Keep going, I’m slowing down as my heart shrinks faster

Out of my love, palpitations abound while you blast

Her memory on repeat, subwoofer roars, in bottomless pits I sink.

And you still reek of red accents in lies, complaining about invisible ties

Worry not I’ll hide, I’ll focus on my own, as the thunder rolls

While the sky gets grayer, clouds blanket the sky while my sorrow patrols

Lost memories of our souls…at the end of order and chaos

The sight of you still builds cranes for my heart, as Athos

Felt for Mary,

Laughing Scarecrow, prepare to gather the ash of my bones,

I can’t reach you, I failed, I seem to grow weary.

Dear Spring - 13.05.2026

Dear Spring,

In a desert of vermillion waves

Hold my wounds where they hurt most

Plant seeds in the cracks of my bones

And with nettle washing away the sins of my past’s ghost,

Plant seeds of hope, of creed, and cuddle me in hurricanes

As the wind brushes my hair, trapped in the perpetual games

Of life and death, respawn just to end

Leave the past in the frozen gaze of the spring

While we weep,

The loss of winter slumber, of the hearth heat.

And if we look long enough at the stars we’ll see

The stories sky tells each night, painting cosmic reverie

Before our eyes, and Artemis runs again, goddess of the moon,

Sprinkling grains of need,

Taking a leap

Toward the unbound

Blackness of the sky, her bow playing the meadow’s string, attuned

To the bees’ murmur.

Listen, she whispers all that is allowed,

And hearing her I vowed,

And signed an oath in pure virgin blood,

The blood of the trees’ sap,

Calling on Persephone to wake up

From the underworld, return from Hades, and grace us all.

So, she heard us and started a flood,

For several days rain might abound

But the tulips yet again spring forth,

Calling on the sparrows, as they sing aloud

Running from Artemis’ arrows chasing down the cold,

And in the sunlit meadow, Kittens stretch on,

Yawning and frowning, to their mothers they run meowing,

Mountains echo

The revving sound of the engines, as they speed to

Vibrant green patches bursting from snow

And I’m getting to know how a mind like Poe’s

Would bid his hello

To the ravens of Nevermore,

To the midday sun’s halo,

Although his mind was in a casket held,

Captured by eternal autumnal chains

Frozen, abed, the work of a winter’s morgue explains,

Detective labor on duty, fighting existential pains.