Raw becomes the plight of my exisrence, only to fade into darkness. (c) Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2016 Advertisements

The Plighted Star

The years unfold in the mist of my Teary eyes. I’ve been longing for the tides to carry Me off into the oceans body; however, They only bring me back to the shore.   I’m the song you used to sing. Tear down this brick wall.   I wish to be overcome by the moonlight. … More The Plighted Star

The Lion’s Den

  I dream a misty blue Around the crevices of my Eyes.   Your candor does not exceed Any relic the past offered me; Nor does it offer comfort in Times of duress.   All the winds blow against My cold flesh.   I recall your lion’s den Surrounding me with stale Air. For there … More The Lion’s Den