Les Enfants Terrible

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Hello everyone,

 

Excited to share a new poem with you. Click on link above. I am also excited to announce that I will be a new member of SD, (Sudden Denouement) a first rate literary collective.

 

Much love and gratitude,

Christina Strigas

 

 

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Crystal Soul

It is not fair when you say

you would love me forever

and then never show up to prove it

words are just pebbles

and love is just the ocean

but actions and gestures

are the steps

to make my heart shake

my soul has already

been spoken for

do not ask to conquer it

for it is futile

worthless, unattainable

it has been claimed before

I was born

before you were born

my soul has travelled

endless waters

to come to me

I am sure others tried to claim it

for it is truly

a crystal soul

you can see all the shimmering light

if you step close to me

you have to almost

walk through me

to appreciate the glitter

and the reflections

but so far

no one has even attempted

to open me up

once-almost happened

twice-I ran home

and now

I wait

for my other light

to complete me.

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to read a collection of my poems published and unpublished check out my link above.

thank you for reading my poetry.

The Arch of 2016

 

It wasn’t up until the year ended that I thought of all the things I replaced you with. It was how the sun sets from my balcony

how the sun sets when I drive

It was how the day never ends early enough. How the night is so long that even sleep does not help.

I have been writing before you existed and when I do not reply to the calls,  I have stopped the sucking of my soul.

I hear the crying, but lock myself in rooms and escape. Make fun of me,

joke about my art

watch me drive on black ice

never  buy my book

you were the first

and the last

typical cliche

horrible poetry being written

on the other side

and sometimes I compromise

other times I stand tall.

Why didn’t you kiss him hello? I’m moody.

That’s not an answer.

My daughter tries to get me

but she questions my motives

I have no reply sometimes.

I don’t conform sweetie, that’s all.

She breaks the rules

and here I am

trying to guide her

in this mess.

No answers to the arch of 2016

but do not want to see death

this year

want to bury the past

and conjure it up

in fragments

in poems.

Never challenge me

I break down

too easily.

Change my mind

like the Montreal weather.

You deplete me

with your absence.

No more fight in me.

Focus on my books

and bury the year under the rubble

of regret.

People on the other side

of the screen

mostly want

to bring you to your knees

and point fingers

at your weakness.

it’s toxic in here

in my head,

in my world

but it’s a new year

and I must charge up

my battery

or I’ll be drained by

the scavengers

that hunt for the art they can’t make.

 

 

Charades

I’m pretty good at charades

beat them all with my gestures

I’m Greek so I move my hands

when I talk

break open beer bottles

with my hand

I may seem all sweet and nice

but I could hurt you

mostly with objects

you can never see

hardly noticeable

from this distance

but naked in my bed

you could twist me around

in seconds

and see that my tears

are on the pillowcase.

I can pick the charade words

select the perfect movies

actors

sayings

and let the games begin

make a Cosmo that makes you

want more

select a playlist

for somber moods

haunting moods

slide an adjective over my body parts

and I’ll come up with something.

I hate parts of you

I detest the fatal flaws

that will come between us

like a scaffold.

I think in ancient times

and read scripts

in my mind that you dreamt about

so long ago.

I see through you

past you

and still

I want to see all the parts

you hide.

Full Bloom

Crumpled up two pages

a rarity in my hands

most times I do not come up for air

as long as it takes a song

to start and end

as long as I make this pen bend

to my right and wrong.

I can detox my body

add ginger to my green tea

bring back my mind

with Rumi, silence and obscure poets I find.

I can revive my soul

writing until my notebooks are full

and the cardboard back cover will do

any blank space filled through and through

page after page of nonsense, raging like a bull

(you can come in and out of my room

I won’t see you, I’m in full bloom)

creating an inner world

with hotel rooms on fire

sex acts, food, conversation, attire

vivid characters’ desire

as she spreads her legs

feeds her need

with his vibrant seed.

I know the joke’s on me

of how could she write

such pornography?

Erotica from the Greek eros, I recount

and my real name

my real picture

forget it, it’s a bloody game

deconstruct me

the nature of literature

serendipity

carpe diem

in vino veritas

deux ex machina

professors’ voices reminding me

of tragedies, endings, motivations

mere words

to stop the critics, the academia, the vultures

the turds

you know who you are

and you might think you’re a star

but no one here gets out alive

and if you haven’t heard Jim say

it then get back to the past

listen without judging

take that fucking dive. 

Tell him a tale

wipe a tear

off I sail

do not leave any tracks

hard to tell the lies from the facts.

All I know is that I’m in full bloom.