Thirst In The Chest
A poem needed to be written; the poet was burning in creation’s heat. The words were pulsating in his head, speeding up his heartbeat. He…
Author: Anthi Psomiadou
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The book is breathing calmly in my hands for as long as I don’t see the trigger-messages It starts fidgeting after that; under- and over-doing…
Create A New American Dream
Open doors. Guns free to use. Everyone can carry one. The law says now “you choose”. Closed doors. Female phimosis*. Your body doesn’t belong to…
Golden Cage; nothing is for free
Confined in a palace; Gold, rubies, diamonds in your hands. Servants at your feet; too many breathing-s in your atmosphere. Body lying on cashmere, but…
Under The Carpet;voluntary blind, until ready for freedom
Dust under the carpet; the dirt she didn’t want to face and clean is pushed into non-appearance. Granules of unfinished business covered by a thick…
A Burning Reminder; I just visited the Sun
I came up here and I swallowed the Sun. It was too much for my body, so it got out, but we weren’t done. “I…
Walking On A Meander; within a conscious mind-game
Forming experiences consciously in a mind game I enjoy, dreaming within the scenery of earth; a give-and-take playground for as long as I sense my…
Respiratory Crisis; and back to awareness
My friends the rocks just found Anthi next to them swimming. She wants to become the sea to avoid the harsh of living as a…
My π; my self and I
My Self and I. A constant and infinite relationship; the Pi of my cyclic cosmos. The 3.14…♾ of my universe. Unknown at first, fuzzy later,…
The Witches; a Medieval dream
I woke up sweaty in the middle of the night. My chest was pulsating as if a monster fought inside. The air in the room…