Love Curse


                                                                                 Illustration Editing M.F. Love Curse Racing through in slow motion, the ticking of time. I cannot speak today; A ruthless sharp haste to my beating heart. Chaotic throbbing of a grand mistake. The difference between love, and love – An ill confusion; Misconceptions of a mystery. In explanations, it disappears; Time to say goodbye – Oh why, am I lacking such a skill? What keeps a heart wrapped around an evil hope? Is it the way his words hold on, when he pushes me away? Or his silent presence, lurking endlessly in my head? Does he ever … Continue reading Love Curse

Everything and Nothing – Day Three


Thought of the Day by Maria Fokas The Art of Losing – Elizabeth Bishop wrote: “The art of losing isn’t hard to master.” With so much losing every day, it seems that we should be accepting it as an inevitable end; but we rarely do. Every time we fall in love with a moment, a unique person, or that life long accomplishment, its fragile end is always near; it seems. – But what exactly is it that we grieve; the moment, the person, the accomplishment; or is it ourselves within that loss? Everything we’ve ever loved, and lost, has shaped … Continue reading Everything and Nothing – Day Three

Anticipated Memories


Anticipated Memories The wickedness of collapse, is that it comes in idle whispers. It takes you in its arms; numbing the yearning to dream. In quiet steps, it alters the world you thought was real. The present is misplaced, and in the depths of darkness you descend. You see a glimpse of truth in your attempt to trust. A faint spark of memory keeps coming back; There it is; nearest to your heart, that little thing called love. My muse had a charming way of bringing back the dead.    – In all its imperfections, it was a perfect World. … Continue reading Anticipated Memories

Everything and Nothing – Day Two


Thought of the Day by Maria Fokas A Stolen Childhood  Does life repeat itself? In the news this morning, I heard that bullying is now a criminal offense, but in the States, all those years ago, it wasn’t. No one likes talking about having been bullied. Sharing moments of being degraded is seldom comforting. Maybe it’s difficult to talk about things we believe we have no control over. Hearing the news brought back a memory; not as cruel in comparison to many stories out there, but to a nine-year old, there is no such thing as a comparison to a … Continue reading Everything and Nothing – Day Two

Everything and Nothing – Day One


Thought of the Day by Maria Fokas Happiness Abound A simple thought I woke up to today. . . If you are not happy alone, you will probably never be happy with anyone else. A relationship is not meant to cater your wants, or to fill any black holes others may have scarred you with. A relationship is meant to celebrate the senses of life in the most imaginative ways, as you share yourself with another human being – to create paths together where there were none before – Now, that sounds like happiness! Let’s suppose this is the secret … Continue reading Everything and Nothing – Day One

Metis


Metis  On blossomed branches, Hummingbirds rest in the scented shade. The soil is moist beneath my feet; What an odd place to find myself – No recollection of my treading here. Though it is a time for mourning, neither cries, nor tears to proclaim. A traveler has much ground to cover, and many regrets to misplace. I should have stayed with my first certainty: With no expectations, I would have been spared – As mountain-tops squander their flawless spring waters, Lovers ignore the passing of Time. And with my end so near, I could have shared some truths; Had it … Continue reading Metis

Featherless Wings


Photograph by Maria Fokas Featherless Wings  The branches dare to disturb; Moving in a motion that tangles their world. Their whispers; in the winds of passing seasons – The fear of triumph is absent, They are alive, that is their quest – Conversations of love do not break their delicate wings. Trees have wings? Wings without feathers; fly by the scent of their leaves. They capture the day, and stir the night. No words to torture their souls – They reflect on prolonged possibilities; And drink from the songs of passers-by.   © Maria Fokas/ Feb 17 2016/All Rights Reserved Continue reading Featherless Wings

Of Beauty


Of Beauty Love; an echo . . . a thread of faith – Into his eyes; tainted by a heritage of pain to embrace: Through the pillars of your birthright, the chant – Vibrating through the flesh of your skin: That echo . . . that echo of hymns. I wake up to the decades lost; the struggle of uncertainty – A hum treading beneath my screams. Such legacy of hope; forced upon me. An echo of faith . . . of beauty . . . of a dream. Love is nothing more than a spark; – within a captivated … Continue reading Of Beauty