I touch isolation; yet, its fires burn me. How can I ask for any Grace to be bestowed upon a listless night when all in racketeer sends me back into your flames. Lord, deliver me from these monsters haunting me, and help me to create an escapade. I want to dance in your Glory. I long … More Song Of My Haunting
Today I leave behind the weight Within my still heart. I raise my hands in song, And leap into the light. (c) Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2017
Tears evaporate. Remnants of their salt Clings to my flesh. Walls crumble down. I stagger along a new path. (c) Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2016
Deep are fantastical milestones when there is a sophomoric approach to the philosophical question of achievement. There are many reasons for roadblocks; however, the many roadblocks which stand in the way of all of us is our past and our convictions. I learned this from reading the first three and a half chapters in Tony … More Negatively Is Only An Illusion
My mind is starting to get exhausted, but I’m going to keep plugging away. I’m determined to finish this composition in particular. I may not know where I’m going with it, but at least it will be some more writing accomplished. My brother is going to call my aunt and uncle to let them … More Pushing Through Even When The Mind Is Blocked
There went afar in the rain a tomb crying out for thither going into the long night. Strawberry fields played with plainly lighted bulbs of tulips who arose in the moon’s canvas to dismay of the shepherd who led his flock into the darkness. For out of the darkness come quacking shadows who stumble down … More Blatant Renditions Of Old Songs
This is the first time in a long time I compose anything by computer. From September 6, 2016 I have been composing handwritten entries in my diary. However, as of today, I’m feeling unmotivated to write anything by hand in my diary. At the moment, it’s drudgery. So, I thought I’d change things up a … More The Art Of Writing
Wallow in the deep sunset. Burn inside chilling memories exploding your soul. Rupture deepseeded wounds, but never get embedded between lumps of coal, or you’ll burn up in flames. (c) Copyright, Kiki Stamatiou, 2016
Rain loves laughter, and drowns My essence with its prolonged Kisses. I fathom memories of fire Beholding my existence, Only to relish sweet scents Of rose water dancing inside My senses. For entwined with fever Is his everglowing soul. I lost to his envious flames Hackling abridge your mind; Yet, your lofty vision empowers Me … More Entwined With Fever; His Soul
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