Author: Maria Fokas

Hello, I'm Maria and, I'm not here to talk about me, I'm here to talk about us.
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Beyond the Sea

Maria Fokas

Beyond the Sea  Bear the whispers of a weeping hue, To recall the moments of rapture. Obliterate the cries of sorrow, Words crippled by failure to thrive. Misplaced memories of you; Of all that you dream to be, Plunge into the depths of your ocean, Reclaim the path you pledged to engrave. Do not forsake that endless need. To be swallowed up by a timely dew, Or tread the footsteps in that loose-leaf. In the dawn of silence you always knew; You turned the pages of that beautiful ride; In the trembling of your voice, The darkest story ever told. … Continue reading Beyond the Sea

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Underwater Waves [Finale]

Maria Fokas

Underwater Waves  No; it wasn’t a promise to return. It was a promise to love me till death took him away. I recall a time when all I wanted was to make him proud of me. I’d always jump at the chance to be with him; I’d listen to his stories of when I was just a little girl; of how he loved me more than he loved his own life. And no matter what happened, he would always be close. It was a cold winter evening when he sat me down to talk. He said he had to change … Continue reading Underwater Waves [Finale]

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Underwater Waves [4]

Maria Fokas

[Flash Fiction Chapter Four] Underwater Waves  Was it not yesterday? Here, yesterday is the past; and the past is gone. No . . . something that haunts you day and night, is never gone. Her patience abandons her, and madness takes hold of her like a tempest. She will rage against everything she believes to be destroying their paradise. She forgets the truth. She shuts her eyes to her cowardice. In her fairytale she is free; only life filled with vivid colors of youth, and the scent of spring in every scene. And in this lonely place, she was not … Continue reading Underwater Waves [4]

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Underwater Waves [3]

Maria Fokas

[Flash Fiction Chapter Three] Underwater Waves  The waves pursue your thoughts; they call you their master; their muse. They use words like, unique and genuine. They say, your beauty is rare, and your kindness is precious. Wild with fervor, they play with your mood in the dark of the night. They wet their lips with the thought of your aching needs; they tell you stories, claiming to have seen in the depths of your eyes. They captivate your essence in your every sigh; they wait for you to come in their dreams; they absorb your every gesture. They listen to … Continue reading Underwater Waves [3]

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Underwater Waves [2]

Maria Fokas

[Flash Fiction – Chapter Two] Underwater Waves  Every time you attempt to bring yourself out of that deadly rest, the waves entice you to stay; and you fall back into the depths of their darkness. And with each fall, you lose more and more of who you are. Then you lose some more; first your time, then your friends. You begin to isolate yourself from everyone who loves you. They don’t understand how beautiful the waves are. You keep telling them how much the waves need you, and how you need them; and that if you ever left, the waves … Continue reading Underwater Waves [2]

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Underwater Waves [1]

Maria Fokas

[Flash Fiction – Chapter One] Underwater Waves  How long can you stay under water before it is the end of you? Can you get used to the pain to the point where you don’t feel it anymore? As long as there is hope that you will breathe again, you struggle to survive under the waves. You know that if you stay too long you will suffocate, but you fall into a trance. You numb your lucid voice which tells you that you will never survive the waves. If you wait too long, you will never swim back up to the … Continue reading Underwater Waves [1]

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The Heart of The Moon

Maria Fokas

The Heart of the Moon  To seize the darkness of your mournful heart In an enchanted weakness of wicked play You lose yourself to a fruitless path You fear to taste the scent of love In the weeping of time In the sorrow of love Many will envy all that we created – unavailing thoughts of a distorted past With a thread to tie a knot But you were never meant To keep me in an invisible grip I wanted to paint your beautiful soul And I did Though I slipped inside your hunger And fell in too deep The … Continue reading The Heart of The Moon

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Moved Silently

Maria Fokas

Moved Silently I noticed him across the room. Maybe an intoxication of habit in a civilized society; Is it that people have stopped listening to each other? But what made me notice; That he listened, even before I began to speak. He asked me how I felt. A nostalgic moment; and he was there, In a darkness beneath our thoughts, time stopped. An Ode to holidays; no mood to contribute, I told him. Those days just pass me by too, he replied – With Imagine faintly in the background, His embrace put my past to rest; My heart found room … Continue reading Moved Silently

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My share of losing

Maria Fokas

[Painting by Elizabeth Lisa] My Share of Losing  If I suggest an answer to your everything, You might praise me more than I deserve. I may impress you for a little while, Then, it will be gone; And still, a mystery. If I contaminate your thoughts with my tendencies, I may haze an aching soul determined to escape; Despite the welcome, in a glance of faith. But if my hope gives way to your world, It may come as a stranger in hesitating steps. I have lost many things disguised in words. Oh, but what I have won; Once upon … Continue reading My share of losing

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Apple of Discord

Maria Fokas

                Apple of Discord Among the Gods, There is no compassion. A world crafted by a spotless mind, Can have no keys to any gate – Lust grows in their hearts, To disguise their only need; Among the Gods, There is envy of mortality. They sacrifice love for sensual intrigue, To fool a mortal’s path. But her mind was filled with scars;  And her heart held his close; above all – How unfortunate . . .  That time was never on their side.       [Artwork Credits: Peter Cakovsky]         Continue reading Apple of Discord