tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86149324913157302472024-03-13T04:33:36.369+00:00Poetry and words by Katerina HA collection of some of my poems. Enjoy.Katerina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-48475069698989852362013-08-21T21:24:00.005+01:002013-08-21T21:24:49.534+01:00In a second from now...In a second from now<br />
The fog will feel like the taste you smell<br />
You'll regret the spell, our years<br />
I'll affirm your fears.<br />
<br />
In a second from now<br />
Your sparkling eye, like a dancing Christmas tree ball<br />
Will fall from the height of the pedestal you put me on.<br />
<br />
In a second from now<br />
Your curled lip, your moistened smile<br />
Like a naked moon will fade in a black frown<br />
Like the clamoring clown you made me.<br />
<br />
In a second from now<br />
You'll know the last chance has surpassed, and its time<br />
I've plucked up my courage, my youth, and this line...<br />
<br />
In a second from now<br />
The fog will feel like the taste you smell<br />
You'll regret the spell, our years<br />
I'll affirm your fears - and say goodbye.<br />
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<i>----Written with love, in January 2012 at the start of some courageous changes in my life. </i><br />
<i>Life is too short to live it half baked.----</i>Katerina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-68811965898430180082012-01-28T12:23:00.001+00:002012-01-28T12:25:41.106+00:00Delight that we have met<div>Within these walls</div><div>And halls, of valleys ride</div><div>Glimpses of our soles collide </div><div>Aligned, whose fair perplex</div><div>Complex, yet simple nature</div><div>Must have whispered in my angels ear</div><div>And delivered my salty steaming gleaming tear. </div><div><br /></div><div>Where upon my angels lay</div><div>They planned, connived, contrived</div><div>Our meet, to entice my heart for you</div><div>To greet, and whilst you may not believe in fate</div><div>You are your master of your own gait.</div><div>My angels came to me last night </div><div>To tell me of their deep delight, </div><div>That we have met. </div>Katerina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-12916335631996422212010-07-25T18:46:00.001+01:002010-07-25T18:50:05.414+01:00The girl<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">Remember the girl with wistful filled eyes</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">Who waited and waited on your consent</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">How she met your refusal.</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">How she longed for approval.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">She heard your threats,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">And believed your lies</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">You who planned her ardent demise.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">Remember the girl with the downcast eye</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">Remember how she’d run to her room to cry</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">How she tried, and tried to win your support</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">How she wanted rapport.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">She heard your threats,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">And believed your lies</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">You who planned her ardent demise.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">Now see the woman,</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">Oh how she has grown</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">Beyond your threats, beyond your lies</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">She’s the one with light filled eyes.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">See the woman with love in her heart</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">She’s conquered her fear</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">Which you had deprived</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'times new roman'; ">No longer a victim. She has survived</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></span></o:p></p>Katerina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-13380008984608585032008-11-08T15:08:00.000+00:002008-11-08T15:09:27.345+00:00Lost keysKeys lost<br />Amongst this frost<br />Hickup, burp and pardon<br />I cant sleep in the garden!<br /><br />Tis too early to find the shops<br />Tis too late to call the cops<br />Perhaps I’ll break the door<br />Or sleep in the garage floor<br /><br />I’m sure I saw a dead spider<br />But then again, there is more cider…<br />My stomach’s groaning I need food!<br />I cant wake people up – it’s rude!<br /><br />Must find keys<br />To let me in<br />Need my toast and a warm tea<br />Plus now I need a pee!Katerina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-56110250052285779322008-11-08T14:43:00.002+00:002008-11-08T14:45:26.951+00:00Cleanse youNot entirely happy with this one... another work-in-progress:<br /><br />Wistful within a gin filled glass<br />To find a cure for your disease<br />Or find the cloth to cleanse your pain<br />A potion for your heart<br />To cleanse the clummy sticky mess<br />Undo the knot within excess<br />And free the dirty stress<br />That attached itself within your heart<br />Entwined it’s way through the barbs I left<br />Clinging to your walls and surface<br />Of what at last may once will be clean<br />And sparkling warm and filled<br />With my own reflection thrilled.Katerina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-80727254506981445122008-10-19T15:35:00.001+01:002008-10-19T15:37:00.231+01:00BalanceI'm not entirely happy with this one... work in progress I guess: <br /><br />-<br />I know what is looming for this crystal glass<br />Posed on the surfaced, wavering breath<br />It weeps of the liquid that’s in it<br />Hanging onto it’s edge<br />It turns in slow motion<br />Short distance to harm<br />Twists through its fall<br />The un-calm after storm.Katerina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-52148231835038073852008-10-18T15:37:00.001+01:002008-10-18T15:38:56.187+01:00The Unread-<br />Unread words<br />Appear here<br />Some to do with you<br />Yet unread, disregarded<br />Not of any use<br />Pointless, endless numbness<br />Thoughts strung together here<br />One by one, retarded<br />Remain unread, discarded.Katerina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-34308029410507195832008-10-18T15:26:00.000+01:002008-10-18T15:27:38.907+01:00Left Behind-<br />You took me in the deep end<br />So your soul be paired with mine<br />To help you tread the waters<br />And shine you till you shine<br /><br />The water dark and hasty<br />Unforgiving at the brim<br />Below the silver lining calm<br />And alas you pulled me in<br /><br />Still water filled with specs<br />As if made of fallen stars<br />Fasten all my senses still<br />And blur the re-occurring scars<br /><br />Water filled with echoes<br />Of my beating knowing heart<br />Cotton filled my ears to deafness<br />Too dry to words impart<br /><br />Amongst the choking stillness<br />Separated from your waiting gown<br />You commence upon ascending<br />And leave me there to drown.Katerina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-30214853507757000672008-10-12T22:19:00.002+01:002008-10-12T22:58:51.812+01:00Too busyDon’t say that you’ve been busy<br />Don’t tell me you have other plans<br />Your words slowly break me<br />And pick on my vital glands.<br /><br />You tell me you are broken<br />You tell me you’re unfair<br />I say that you are cared for<br />I whisper how your soul is rare.<br /><br />I’d remind you through all ticking<br />Of how scarce it is to find<br />A heart that bleeds and tenders<br />Despite our lonely bind.<br /><br />And as I want to tell you<br />And as your grief I want to ease<br />You tell me you are busy<br />And you have other plans .Katerina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-21298401713698845202008-10-06T16:54:00.001+01:002008-10-06T16:54:38.569+01:00Would you tell me?Would you tell me<br />If you were hurt, and bleeding<br />Would you let me nurse you<br />If someone cut you deep<br />Would you let me wipe away the hurt<br />Would I cause you disconcert<br /><br />If by your side I’d want to be<br />If someone bruised you<br />Or scared your skin<br />Would you tell me<br />Would you let me share your pain<br />Will you let me burden and attain<br /><br />The route of all your woes<br />The source of your graze<br />To hold your heart in my comforting hand<br />And cradle you to peace<br />Would you give me this, my sweet<br />And tell me?Katerina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-45902215599133092492008-09-28T11:10:00.000+01:002008-09-28T11:16:36.419+01:00Unrelenting TimeI'd like to scrub away the years<br />I'd like to dismiss all my fears<br />I'd like to think it all just fine<br />I'd like the answer in my wine.<br /><br />I want to think me young once more<br />I want to find me at the door<br />I want the map of life in purse<br />I want the route of faith not curse.<br /><br />I wish the clock <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">didn't</span> tick so fast<br />I wish the moments were slow to pass<br />I wish I had some time once more<br />I wish I had known me to the core.<br /><br />If only my skin would fit me better<br />If only I knew the next verse and letter<br />If only then I'd knew today would come<br />I'd have danced, and drank and partied some.<br /><br />With a backward glance and a forward stare<br />I'd like to see me standing true and fair.Katerina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-3078877345482245132008-09-28T00:05:00.000+01:002008-09-28T00:07:08.846+01:00Destination FateI changed my destination<br />I got off this train too late<br />Unseen signs forgotten destination fate.<br /><br />The warden tried to tell me<br />In a groany husky voice<br />I had the wrong ticket<br />There was another choice.<br /><br />Unspoken voices now seem clear<br />Unsaid the truth now here<br />At this wrongful destination<br />Return my train no fear.<br /><br />More luggage gathered near me<br />Make my body bleed<br />call the warden for assistance<br />Deliver me to creed.<br /><br />Renew my ticket,<br />take me back<br />To the unstopped destination<br />With luggage warts and all<br />Return me to my nation.<br /><br />In hope this train still stops there<br />That the warden'll help me out<br />Listen hard to the announcements<br />Listen to my warden shoutKaterina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-42570925515176489012008-09-27T16:44:00.000+01:002008-09-27T16:59:13.873+01:00Short LivedButterfly belly<br />Head in clouds<br />Excited beats<br />Excited sounds<br /><br />Grinning face<br />Gleaning eye<br />Crocked lip<br />Crocked cry<br /><br />Part farewell<br />Damp cheek<br />Wave goodbye<br />Waving bleak<br /><br />Silent room<br />Silent heart<br />Torn in two<br />Torn to startKaterina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-27532432599135528072008-09-27T12:23:00.000+01:002008-09-27T12:25:18.708+01:00Terms of EngagementShe wanted a baby<br />He wanted a boat<br />She wanted to stay<br />He grabbed his coat<br /><br />She wanted a mortgage<br />He wanted to lodge<br />She wanted a diamond<br />He wanted to dodge<br /><br />She talked of forever<br />He talked of for now<br />She talked of when<br />She talked of how<br /><br />He talked of why<br />He said not now<br />She wanted to try<br />He started to sigh<br /><br />She needed to know<br />He needed to go<br />She wanted her daydream<br />He woke her up.Katerina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-2716718230954527032008-04-26T13:43:00.000+01:002008-04-26T13:45:26.536+01:00Another Ride to WorkI have no suicidal <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">tendencies</span> by the way - but I had been thinking about this piece for some weeks, I like how it's turned out - let me know what you think!<br /><br /><br /><br />Amidst the suited and skirted shadows<br />Of long faces, blurry eyes<br />Steamy paper cups and sweet croissants<br />Peering through the misty dew<br />Standing waiting for the next pew.<br /><br />Glaring eyes rested on frosty tracks<br />Hide the years within them<br />Of bodies carried to and fro<br />Perhaps even fatalities seen<br />Perhaps the reason for the bloody sheen.<br /><br />And as I wait and hear of the announcements<br />As echo through the still morning air<br />Bitter cold steel rail entice me in<br />To see the secrets of another’s’ fate<br />And see if the last breath would love or hate.<br /><br />And as my body the rails may touch<br />Would I hear my bones collapse<br />And crackle beneath relentless gushing weight<br />Would my skin tear as if of paper<br />And the track act as knife or blunt grater<br /><br />What would my hasty dying thought ensue<br />What of joy and what of sorrow<br />Unveiling minds mystery that I now dwell<br />As truth or lies behind my dying eyes<br />What words would find my cries.<br /><br />And of the last second for my scull<br />Would my brain set panic in<br />To regret the moment I fell in<br />And wish by body well again<br />Trade my breath for moment’s zen.<br /><br />What would my loves and closest say<br />Upon heeding to this such tail<br />With open mouths gasps and when<br />My dear would hear of this sad news<br />And claim the window title pews.<br /><br />And the suits and skirts will stand and puff<br />Alas, their train delayed, typing apologies in analogue<br />Prolonged moment deterred them<br />From tapping watches frayed<br />Gleefully twisting to see bones remained.<br /><br />Of shame and sadness embrace my past<br />To leave alone my opportune zest<br />For city life and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">cafes</span>’s nest<br />Yet not for now, as train arrives<br />And bundled on with my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Allies</span>.<br />To take yet another ride to work.Katerina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-68444121949273751532008-04-24T22:24:00.000+01:002008-04-24T22:26:12.437+01:00TouchedI recently started to post on forum, and have been so touched by people's responses: <br /><br /><a href="http://poetsanctuary.proboards47.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=Roots&thread=70728&page=1">http://poetsanctuary.proboards47.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=Roots&thread=70728&page=1</a><br /><br /><a href="http://poetsanctuary.proboards47.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=Experiences&thread=52412&page=1#338489">http://poetsanctuary.proboards47.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=Experiences&thread=52412&page=1#338489</a><br /><br /><a href="http://poetsanctuary.proboards47.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=Roots&thread=70728&page=1#462217">http://poetsanctuary.proboards47.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=Roots&thread=70728&page=1#462217</a>Katerina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-36982272533249528932008-04-04T12:53:00.000+01:002008-04-04T12:57:31.163+01:00Reality liesHidden beyond veracity blind<br />From solid forms and unseeing eyes<br />Tucked beyond the world<br />Of reality lies.<br /><br />Behind the curtain of whispers<br />And unspoken secrets and told truth<br />Slipped though the veil of mist<br />Beyond faces kissed.<br /><br />Quietly concealed, unrested<br />Yet felt as breeze on moistened skin<br />Or rays warming tilted faces<br />Tightly beating heart embraces.<br /><br />Past the current day and past<br />Phantom within a waking thought<br />Beyond all that bristles can describe<br />Yet hears and acts on wishes cried.Katerina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-45710932193053288612008-02-23T13:33:00.000+00:002008-02-23T13:42:58.572+00:00World War ThreeI wrote this in April 1996 - I was really into war poetry at the time (particularly Wilfred Owen). It was published in an Anthology of British Poets. Hope you like it.<br /><br />We wait...<br />We wait...<br />To see discoveries fate<br /><br />Will a bit of heaven fall<br />To see if end will come<br />To one and all<br /><br />With our hearts filled with glee<br />To see who will start<br />Our world war three<br /><br />Will our rusty badges rust<br /><em>"Ban the bomb"</em><br />And cover with dust<br /><br />Lads go now and line in street<br />Go march now with your dangerous feet<br />Make sure the rules you keep<br /><br />Then we'll wait...<br />We'll wait...<br />To see unrighteous fate<br /><br />Will winner lose or beat<br />Lets do it all again<br />And see fly the raw red meat<br /><br />While mother waits<br />You'll obey a swine<br />Who put you on the deadly line<br /><br />What did you learn<br />The first time round?<br />Is it peace you really found?<br /><br />You who died<br />What did you learn?<br />Are your eyes still innocently wide?<br /><br />Will you lie again<br />On the unowned place?<br />While vermin discovers your child like face<br /><br />Will we see again<br />The raw and red<br />The flock of the newly dead<br /><br />That fought so hard<br />To keep that spot<br />While nation just forgot<br /><br />Did we learn or did we not<br />We will wait and see<br />If begin our world war three.Katerina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-55113052303181768072008-01-24T21:01:00.000+00:002008-01-24T21:06:46.784+00:00Time EncorePound my chest<br />Till it pounds no more<br />Rip out my heart, bring it to the fore<br />Open window, closed door<br /> <br />Heart commanded stomach ill<br />Salty cheeks and salty mind<br />From evoked days surpass<br />Broken pieces of my glass<br /><br />Pounding on my chest is sore<br />Crooked lips from traces old and new<br />Yet mourning yesterday as tomorrow<br />Build a bridge upon the sorrow<br /><br />Re-amend, the past is now<br />Restore my glass and set it right<br />For pounding chest wont cease no more<br />Wishing time encore!Katerina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-30355350334497153092008-01-22T17:58:00.000+00:002008-01-22T18:00:05.754+00:00My end of sufferingThe final stage arrived here<br />The ending came, hence death<br />Hitherto I do not feel trapped, or worn<br />By my chair, chest nor form.<br /><br />This bridge alone I must now cross<br />And leave my loves behind<br />But do not cry nor mourn for me<br />I am walking! I am pain free!<br /><br />I left my prison chair alone<br />And my loving life and wife behind<br />For you all to remember dear<br />My words and whispers in your ear.<br /><br />My unsolved riddles I take with me<br />Fond memories of my loved ones too<br />And as I now will watch over you<br />I can guard and save your pew.<br /><br />Strong bonds, I’ll leave unbroken<br />Favours, wishes and promises unforgotten<br />Whatever we were, we are and forever be<br />Your kisses, words and laughs I hold with me.<br /><br />And when we meet again, darling<br />You shall see what I have seen<br />And see that I have gained, no loss<br />When you too that bridge shall cross.<br /><br /><br /><br />In loving memory of my stepdad Dino Costas.Katerina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-57430695403616773532008-01-21T22:42:00.002+00:002008-02-23T13:44:23.281+00:00Cotton MomentsComfort found in arms familiar<br />Warm and cotton filled embrace<br />Beating unknown heart surrender<br />To soul not ever far away<br />Beat so close and then too far<br />Far detached when miles between<br />Souls united it is seen<br /><br />Tip to tip display two spirits<br />Of two souls forever hinged<br />Of past becoming, future bears<br />To wish it still and slower passing<br />All the cotton moments shared<br />The lazy second would be blessed<br />Found connected spirits fest<br /><br />Hours join too close together<br />Frozen moments fleeting past<br />Till <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">un-slept</span> morning comes at night<br />Broken spell of souls united<br />Resisting mind laid down for rest<br />Heart full of time that past<br />Head as cotton full around<br />From hours thirst, and conferred sound<br /><br />Smile provoking dampened cheeks<br />Till two friends shall re-meet<br />Empty feeling heart alone<br />From past night retreated<br />Remaining smile yet sad for now<br />Farewell to heart forever dear<br />Keep lucid cotton moments nearKaterina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-62182111220515104242008-01-21T22:42:00.001+00:002008-01-21T22:42:20.091+00:00The memory of youThe ghost of your body<br />Lives with mine<br />The ghost of you lives in my dreams<br />Where pupils tighten and release<br />In the air that is you<br />Dark corners of the mind<br />And brighter moments past.<br />Your ghost leaves me in depth<br />While the mind staggers gin<br />Pining and sick, and distant yet<br />It’s your absence; it’s the memory of you.Katerina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-76385127699500816662008-01-21T22:39:00.000+00:002008-02-23T13:46:14.123+00:00What will be will beShe took my hand<br />She read it brief<br />I will have a happy land<br />Far from my belief<br /><br />Rosy forever I will be<br />Pleased in my rosy home<br />That I no one will have to plea<br />That nothing will be on loan.<br /><br />My ideal for one<br />That I wont forever search<br />May my life forever wine and dine<br />And sadness in our home not lurch<br /><br />But what will be, will be<br />The future will be seen<br />What <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">rosey</span> things will come of me<br />Bliss I search from now so keen<br /><br />She left my hand all read<br />Happy salty cheeks belonged to me<br />May it be not sweet poison to me she fed<br />What will be will beKaterina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-52633653024275454092008-01-21T22:38:00.001+00:002008-02-23T14:03:20.172+00:00Waiting on youHe enters the room<br />And I can feel my self slipping<br />It can all slip away, in one moment of weakness<br />I defend my loneliness.<br /><br />Temptation is near<br />to tell him all I need to hear<br />But it can all slip away easy<br />When he is so near<br /><br />Alone in a crowded room<br />Waiting for a word or two<br />Waiting for my moment<br />Waiting on you.<br /><br />Temptation is so near<br />Yet now seems so far<br />May I blend in the back<br />So he’ll notice from afar<br /><br />My heart's pounding<br />Waiting on you<br />Temptation is near<br />I’m still waiting for you.Katerina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8614932491315730247.post-20135025812307460222008-01-21T22:37:00.001+00:002008-02-23T14:03:44.343+00:00I'm not worth itDon’t ever cry for me,<br />don’t even try for me<br />as I waste away I’m not free<br /><br />Don’t ever stay for me,<br />don’t ever pray for me<br />as its not worth it, you see<br /><br />Don’t ever talk to me,<br />don’t ever walk to me,<br />just let me be.Katerina Hasapopouloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13801372408695792386noreply@blogger.com0