Writing in the dark

Christina Strigas

I write with my eyes closed

the light barely visible

dark shadows over the words

I cannot understand what the shape of my hand

is doing all over your toxic words and pages of angst

I search for the perfect adjective

but it never amounts to anything

grudgingly look the other way

avoid my gazes

and gawking eyes

crowds surround us in the streets of New York

but I only see your round eyes

that make me squirm

that tie me up in knots

those sky colored eyes that read my future

know my past

and want my present in the palm of his hand.

I toss my high heels for running shoes

and that’s when you notice the shape of my calves

in ponytails and sweats

you are a strange man.

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This is me


   And this is the full poem for those who asked. It was my first attempt at ever recording my voice with one hand…no edits no retakes.just a glimpse. Hope you enjoy.
Chrissy

#NationalPoetryDay Rumi 7

Rumi

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky,

to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.

First, to let go of live.

In the end, to take a step without feet;

to regard this world as invisible,

and to disregard what appears to be the self.

Heart, I said, what a gift it has been

to enter this circle of lovers,

to see beyond seeing itself,

to reach and feel within the breast.

Ode 314

 

Those who don’t feel this Love
pulling them like a river,
those who don’t drink dawn
like a cup of spring water
or take in sunset like supper,
those who don’t want to change, 

let them sleep. 

This Love is beyond the study of theology,
that old trickery and hypocrisy.
I you want to improve your mind that way, 

sleep on. 

I’ve given up on my brain.
I’ve torn the cloth to shreds
and thrown it away. 

If you’re not completely naked,
wrap your beautiful robe of words
around you, 

and sleep. 

someone close to me once told me to read Rumi  and although I knew about him it wasn’t until I read the Essential Rumi that it became some kind of bible for me. i understood the meaning of silence. and love. and the Universe. 

lucky number 7

#NationalPoetryDay poem 5 The Bard

Sonnet 116 

by William Shakespeare

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no; it is an ever-fixed mark,
That looks on tempests, and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

His photos were plastered in my university locker and post-it notes. Can recite this one completely. Love him.

The Blogger Interview tag

Hello everyone,

I don’t usually do this kind of thing but today Mr. P& G

http://thelighteningandthefire.wordpress.com/

is asking me to, so here I go…I  can’t say no.

The Rules:

-Mention the person who tagged you

Answer the questions in full

Tag up to ten other bloggers

How did you get into blogging?

I started to compile my poems together from notebook to computer years ago, on a poetry site (poetrypoem,.com), but then it felt outdated so I joined blogger.com. I started my first blog “My Tug of War” and posted all kinds of random stuff. Outings with my mom, (anecdotes) spa outings with my friends ( hilarious) and poems. I got a good following there but then I became a victim of identity theft and some fucker literally took my identity, changed my address, used my gmail….you heard the drill before I’m sure. Anyhoot, I got so angry I deleted everything, my blog my emails…lost all my data. Felt good though. Erased. Deleted parts of me and started fresh.

then I found wordpress. Gave it a try and loved it. Half the time I don’t really know what I’m doing. I have to go on those youtube guides to add a category I’m so bad. Blogging gets my words out instead of being stuck in a tiny notebook in my red chest. I feel better and breathe easier when I blog.

What advice would you give to a blogger just starting out?

Talk to an expert! The only thing I tell my writer friends is “write even when you have nothing to say” for blogging though you should basically have plenty to say. The best thing to do is follow your gut and be unique. I tend to not listen to advice anyway. And take long breaks. Log off. Read Rumi.

What would be your dream campaign?

My dream campaign would be to stop working, and devote my life to promote the Arts, Music and Literature. When I teach my pre-k class art about Fine Arts or read Neruda to my kids it’s the best feeling in the world because I feel as if I am actually passing down this knowledge and love I have. It’s not easy to get through to kids these days, and promote the arts let alone literature. This question has me baffled a bit.

Do you have a plan for your blog?

No plans. I just write. Not sure how to even know how to navigate. Changing my picture is quite the event for me. I wish I knew more of how to promote myself like some other professionals, but I’m an amateur and I tend to not think in long term projections. I’d probably need some professional help to come in and revamp my look to get more subscribers but there never seems to be enough time to even write lately. My plan for my blog would be to eventually organize it better. In my eyes, it sucks. I’m my own worst critic.

What do you think about ranking?

I think it’s overrated.

I need whiskey now.

Blogs I adore:

https://t.co/pgrUGZaACN i love Suza and all her crazy personalities (she knows what I mean)

http://t.co/Dkzrc688S5 Cate makes me feel young and beautiful like a Lana Del Ray song

http://www.souldiergirl.com/ my DG and infinite passionate soul sister

http://myredabyss.wordpress.com/ his words are astounding

http://edgeofhumanitydotcom.wordpress.com/ because if I wasn’t writing I would be taking pictures (kinda like my protagonist in my book Crush)

http://myswordandshield.wordpress.com/ Eric you are such an amazing support of my writing – so grateful

http://megdekorne.wordpress.com/ omg Meg you are brilliant and sparkly with your words

http://hyperionsturm.wordpress.com/  incredible writer and weaver of stories

http://ccchanel41.wordpress.com/  my latest discovery and loving it

and last but not least the one and only who nominated me the power and the glory gentleman who astounds me with his words

http://thelighteningandthefire.wordpress.com/

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possibilities

Christina Strigas

Lying in bed right before dawn
listening to silence
it makes a noise
(Jack White)
it is my muse
you might think
I have many. The way my mind works
I do. The way you twist my arm to make me love you. The way you order for me. The way you forget about me.
Treat me like my notebook.
Rip me up
put me together again.
I think clearer when you sleep
kiss you hard when you wake
and look at me in that sexy way.

In my bed
the angels whisper in my ears
about all that crap I forget during the day
the way you walk in a room
the way you touch my soul from a plane
the song you choose to fill my pain
the seriousness and lighthearted
strain
of my fucked up brain.

Sylvia saves me,
has a way with running words on a…

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A crash inspired

Christina Strigas

Varicose veins are extending

they have a life of their own –

the moon Diana is blending

with our concept of time we have always known

while fragments of our lives are deceiving

the distinct plots we are weaving.

Act one is coming to an end

and the letter I never wrote nor will ever send

is altering every instant we are apart.

Oh, how sweet it would be to return to the start

the line that fades with acid rain

the lines on my forehead receding in pain.

You talk the talk but never show me

the action you decree

let me not look into your hypnotic eyes

one more time. I’ll try to rise

up out of this trance you mix

hold out your hand to mine to fix

the cracks on the sidewalk

the mangled thoughts I so want to talk

for only your ears to listen

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