Flower

Love like a flower. My petals need your smile to shine upon us like a star. I need to feel warm and alive. My sun that makes me beautiful and complete. My leaves need your care to wash my worries like the morning rain. Sometimes your drops crush my confidence, sometimes they make me feel…

Trains

Voodoo dolls. Syringes. Ropes. I run.  Now waiting for the train… but the station is out of service. There’s some rusty smell: Fat men abusing skinny girls. Fat lips, blonde hair, muscles, gold. Add a stranger journey to your bed. There’s also an underground storm: Parents wishing the worst for the fruit in their wombs….

Simple Sloth-Slug

Simple. Eats, sleeps, and burps. Sloth. Tired, slow, and confused. Slug. Making noises, leaving mucus, and annoying me a lot. My man. I love you so!  

Out of contro-El

A colourful palette, a mess of emotions I cannot control – feelings that are getting unbearable like the heat in beautiful Cyprus. Sometimes these unexpected feelings divide us – like the Green line in exotic Nicosia. Barrels of questions planted by the UN of life. They are echoing around. In the Turkish bazaar of temptation:…

Half and Half or Love?

Cold words and warm dreams – cooking yummy moussaka. Short temper and high pride –  measuring abstract love. Scary silence and passionate cries – composing colourful lullabies. Crazy ideas and reasonable lists – building ice castles. Half and half. Or love? Half! You’re my half – you do make me sweet, complete. I’d like us…

Your…

Your eyes are like emerald ponds in which the sun plays hopscotch. I often join you without bringing any chalk. Your skin is soft like candy floss. I like to feel and tickle it – like a pink piano of innocent joy. Your lips are like a strawberry farm spreading smiles and pores of love….

My Hannibal

My Hannibal, my shrink. You keep me safe in my straitjacket when I go wild and mad. My social anxiety can’t hurt me, I’m hidden in your restraints. You give me pink meds when my thoughts abduct me and send me to another universe. You let me consume Talking and spit Pain. My Hannibal, my…

Liebster Award

Blogging is like a tech labyrinth full of deep secrets. Each corner of its maze offers new tags, more written magic and a whole universe of touching content. Since people often share their inner demons and have the freedom to be who they are, recognition means a lot. And here we are, my first blogging…

Behind You

Why do we go way too far to find beauty? What about the hidden paths of our homes and souls? Why do we shoot for the Moon when there’s a whole universe inside us and all around? Why do we collect money when love honey and sweet freedom are enough? Why are we scared of…

Digging for Truth and Diamonds

Digging for the truth. Exploring people’s inner labyrinths, mining deep through my soul, and exposing dirty gems of love. But the tunnels get dirty and dark. Oblivion, silence, and illusions. Isn’t it better to be ignorant and happy instead of raw and honest? People see me on the surface polishing diamonds of stupidity. But my…

FamELy

A weekend full of roses, passports, and kebabs. It took you some time, El, to realise that family is all you’ve got. The rest – illusions before the other side. The beer will finish, the tickets will expire, your writing will be hacked, your students will be adults soon, and friends and people will simply…

Mama’s Scared

Fear is like weeds suffocating self-esteem. I won’t lie. Behind my social mask, I’m afraid of many things: vampires, worms, and snakes. I’m anxious about people’s opinions, I fear talking on the phone, and I doubt myself quiet often. At the same time, I’m stupid enough to be fine with parachutes, caves, and prisons. I’m…