#mariaflip

Used. A joke. Pathetic. Crazy. Played. Where is the fun? Where is the love? Where is the peace? I feel the pressure. I feel the void. I feel the madness. I feel the pain. Actual physical pain. I feel the anger.

You didn't know. How could you? All the heartache, all the abandonment, all the struggle, all the loneliness.

You don't know how to love me. You don't know me. It's not you. You are just another clueless guy. You just stick to what you know. You just went along for the ride. Like they all do. Just a fun time with a weird girl that you'll dump when things get messy or when you don't feel like it anymore.

And I. I am just sitting here. Burnt. Trying to make sense of all of this. And I feel drained. I feel drained. I feel drained. I feel drained. I feel drained. I feel drained. I feel drained. I feel drained.

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I wish I could type until this feeling ceased to exist. I wish you could make it go away. But you won't. No one will. It's me and myself and I again. With a suitcase in one hand and the work on the other. Just work. Just write. Just work. Just push. Push. Push. Push and this feeling will go away. And this pussy will heal. And this body won't hurt.

Εδώ βρίσκομαι. Μαζί σας. Σ’ ένα κόσμο καμωμένο από σκάνδαλα και θάνατο. Ένα κόσμο σαθρό που τρίζει κάτω απ’ το βάρος του αίματος που τον λούζει ασταμάτητα. Τα πτώματα ξεβράζονται στη Μεσόγειο και τα πληγωμένα παιδιά γίνονται οι τύραννοι του αύριο. Χωρίς αξίες, χωρίς αγάπη, χωρίς κάτι ιερό. Η απουσία του Θεού δεν αντικαταστάθηκε από ίση ποσότητα αγάπης για τον εαυτό και για τον κόσμο. Τουναντίον, έγινε βήμα για ξεπεταχτεί από μέσα μας μια φωτιά που καίει συθέμελα. Δυόμιση χιλιάδες χρόνια πολιτισμού για να κρατήσουμε ζωντανή τη βάρβαρη φωτιά της επιβίωσης. Και ερωτώ: πού βρισκόμαστε τώρα; Πού πάμε;

 Matthew Olzmann

Ignore the world

A room of one's own

Private but bright

Constructed by boundaries

Decorated by memories

Mended to let the mind breathe

This is it

The space you carve

Wrapping your arms around your shoulders

My lungs are filled with smoke My eyes are tearing up Rivers through relics on my cheeks

I place my hands on the ground My palms are one with the soil The pulse is sensate

The life as we knew it Will be a tale that we’ll tell our children It will be kept in boxes and happy childhood memories

We will try to recreate the air We wil try to remember what the sea felt like We will try to explain what a forrest was

In the dark hours of introspection Surrounded by cigarettes and self loathing I am faced -finally- with the deepest corners of my being Wide open, I stare at Lycabetus hill My mind flies away, before it returns back inside For a ride to the little truths I ‘ve been keeping a secret Am I ready for this? I guess not, but I am here now The moon is nowhere to be found  And the soul is trapped between the city lights I remember you, indifferent towards me Years later, it’s you again Reappearing like we just met Full of promises It’s not the first time But I shall sit still And wait for you to see the absurdity  As the night progresses and I sink further away My eyes are closed, I can only see the light The surface seems far enough  I open my eyes Being alone is a priviledge In a world surrounded by digital contact These moments of complete immersion Analog interractions with the inside of the brain Weeks after Digitally reflecting It’s inevitable To stay put To be alone

I remember falling in love in spring I have fallen in love in the summer, in the winter I have even fallen in love in autumn But I particularly remember falling in love in spring Caressed by the touch of zephyr warm, loving - full of promises tickled by the bitter lemon’s flowers optimistic and naive as the day I was born

Spring; mother of seasons I offer you my heart you have treated it so well again and again, I bow to you Your gestating feeling of creation is carrying my soul through affection and inspiration It awakens thoughts

they keep me walking

they keep me warm 

they bring a light into the darkness of my soul