prisonersA Poem by Ariana PapastergiouThis is the sixth poem of the "love" collection. It has been a while, but inspiration just wouldn't come. I hope you enjoy. This one has a kind of hopeless feel to it.-prisoners- Your heart is the equivalent of a deathly forest full of mirrors who capture reflections of what your soul must look and be like I transport my mind there, within the green with the closing of my eyes, the swiftness of my pen, the coffee veins and my adrenaline on fire, the warmth of a stranger's breath, the shapes of shadows by my bedside table, and when I lay at last on your grassy ground with the mirrors all around me but with my own reflection absent, I wonder... Is the chivalry real, the naughtiness, the playfulness, the liveliness? Is your dark side dark enough for me to sleep in peacefully? The gentlemanly jests and mannerisms are they real or... merely actors within an actor's heart? Yet who am I to talk of hearts as if I know much more than the struggling writer, as if I know much more than the pretty face on the street For all I know, bones on our ribs cage our hearts with great ferocity for hearts are monsters if fed with other hearts There's no forest with one hundred mirrors No soul whose appearance I can manufacture No features which I can cultivate into existence There are only hearts in cages, -cages bony and dripped in blood and guts- for hearts are beasts and therefore must be put away so that neither you nor me can eat one another if by chance or fate's crueler appetite we meet...
© 2017 Ariana PapastergiouAuthor's Note
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Added on November 27, 2017 Last Updated on November 27, 2017 AuthorAriana PapastergiouAthens, GreeceAboutName's Ariana / 18 years alive, bothering everyone / dances in public areas if the music is good / writes stuff that probably no one understands / draws sketches to calm down / adores Shakespeare and .. more..Writing
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