Tuesday, May 19, 2026

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’re somewhere far away. And I think then…

There’s something wrong with me

Hesitate to say

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

How many warmthless sights till I take

Everything that I pour

And leave one to oneself

Muster the courage to become somebody else.

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

May not allow 

But I see the mourning as you still try to hide

I wonder what future you dream of when you remember the

…Cries…

Crack through the teeth…Abide

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 …get to heal too.

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

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

And you still reek of red accents, 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 soulsat 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.