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[typologos-com]

Στα συναισθηματικά αδιέξοδα αναφέρεται το νέο κομμάτι «Tears of Shame» της Χαρίκλειας Μαρή, που είναι τώρα  διαθέσιμο

https://www.typologos.com/tears-of-shame-charikleia-mari-amersa/

[whisperhunter]

The empty bags on the floor

05 May 2016

 The cat is considered one of the most comfortable pets for a small house, especially for owners that luck in free time, too. And that's cause cats are independent animals, unlike dogs or even humans. Since they're little, they learn how to use their sand, they eat without begging for it, they don't need a walk and do form a unique personality, whereas dogs are loyal reflections of their owners.

The cat's paws indicated his location, in every step he took. Crunch, crunch, crunch. He would examine the smell of the empty leftover bags, like he could solve the mystery, just by his smell. His long and white whiskers would follow his spasmodic dance moves, adding even more comeliness to his motion. Most of us would say that this animal must have been impassible; continuing his day like nothing has changed. But if you could, for a moment remove your jacket of common sense, you could then see that cat as an explorer, a detective, or even the culpable himself, who is schizophrenically examining his masterpiece.

Everything in that small and only room of the apartment stayed completely the same unfaltering as they were. The furniture, the glasses of water, the books, the images. Lifeless, as they should be, quiet, as they should sound. Just a cigarettes adding an extra movement in space, except the cat's one. Lighted, as it was, forgotten in the ashtray, smoking on its own. The smoke would climb upwards slowly, swirling and then disappearing before reaching the sealing. It was about time, it would finish, too.

The time was four sharp and the water on the carpet was now dry. The only thing left in liquid form, was the blood pond in the center of the room. The wheels of the inverted desk chair had stopped turning and the body was now already cold. Hours had passed, days and whole nights, till someone finally looked for her. Once they found her, the bodies had multiplied.

The one being the writer and the other being the cat.

The last stroke on the typewriter wrote, "Farewell."

Find all of the books chapter on Wattpad :

https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/70782951-pen-stories

See you both soon!

[whisperhunter]

Rough day . . .

  Okay then, so here’s the new chapter of my new book “Pen Stories”. New chapter every once in a while, when I’m hopefully “cheerful”, which happens hmmm.. let me think... just split seconds.

~Why, dont you?

05 May 2016

 Three hours had paused, since I finally managed to wake up. Tea was over and my left overs at the bottom of the plate, now wanted to know if I'm full. I would spasmodically stare, once at my wall clock and once at my cell phone, afraid I've missed a call. But nothing changed. So after a while, I decided to forget about him and take that walk all by myself. Either way I always enjoyed loneliness unlikely how other people would. I stared at my closet for a while, taking my time deciding what would be more suitable for that instance. Every moment is special, although most of us seen to have forgot about it.

I don't recall how long it took me to get ready, but in a bling of an eye, I found myself already in the elevator. I took a look at the girl in the mirror and after correcting her lipstick, I closed the door behind me exited for what was yet to come.

To my surprise, he was already there waiting for me, smoking his cigarette patiently and slowly, like he had just arrived, like he was watching me in a way. Surprised as I was, I managed to keep my mouth shut, as I took his smoke taking one zip before throwing it away. He moved on and grabbed me from the waist, pressing me against him, lifting me dress up as he did so. His kiss was so deep and passionate, that he only stopped once the air in our lungs was over and then he pulled me away still holding my face between his lovely arms. I could feel like I belonged to him, like I was in a way special, without the rest of the world knowing.

The hours would pass by, as the city ended up empty, and the sky turned dark. It was time for us to rest our feet and feed our stomachs. We returned to my place where I cooked some pasta, while he would fill our glasses with wine. The atmosphere was filled with kisses, laughter until... Kissing because a game for the tongues only and laughter turned into deep moans.

Just before I fall asleep I whispered to his ear that I would like to spend the rest of my life like this. He looked deeply into my eyes and kissed me hard while a tear run down to his cheek. "Why, don't you?" I asked clearly disappointed.

"Cause darling, I don't exist, I'm not real."

The candles run out and he was gone again.

"See you again tomorrow" I whispered to sleep.

My book can be found here on Wattpad :

https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/70782951-pen-stories

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https://youtu.be/U55fEPecQxY?list=PLSRDGXudTSm8fjOgzlwA9kOCXrx2cAVFD

Here’s a nice playlist also... Enough for that... See you lovely pair of eyes... 

[whisperhunter]

Win you back

#Loversthatwentwrong | May 03, 2016

(This is the second time I re-write this one cause the first time... well something went wrong and I lost all of it.... Thanks Karma.)

What does that even mean? “I’ll win you back” ??? How can you possibly win someone back when you have already lost him/her. Point is if you really cared for them you should’ve never let them go. Right from the start.

  I’ve spend most of my life caring a lot more for others than I did for my own self. By saying that I don’t really mean being selfish or an asshole who doesn’t give a damn, but caring more for yourself so as to become a better version of yourself, as we say. I also came to realize, after long term relationships and both good and bad lovers, that nobody and I really mean no one (like there’s no such person yet to be born on earth), that would change for you, nor for anybody else, ever. No one else other himself. And that’s a fact, that applies to each and every one of us.

  People, we change for we see something bad or something wrong going on to ourselves, which is usually really difficult for someone to do cause we usually can detect only the errors that apply to others. Since I came to introduce myself as a singer, the most commonly question I got was “And... are you a good one?” My answer remains and I hope to remain the same for as long as I’m living. “That’s for others to tell.”

  Each and every one of us has been formed and shaped, from his own individual experiences, making him the person his is today. And for that we all differ from each other having our own and unique values and beliefs ( like I analyzed on “Choose your mask”). Therefore we judge everything around us as we have learned to see the world, through filters. And for that there is no right or wrong perspective. You can’t judge a person’s opinion you can only talk and share with everyone, keep and discard whatever you choose, as well. Also, we can’t teach anyone just by our sayings or beautifully described stories. It’s as you’re trying to explain to someone how pain actually feels, without considering that he might have ever being cut himself.

  And now that we’re talking cuts. “Wining someone back” is like chasing him as he runs away from you, throwing big stones at him filled with explanations and proofs you’ve changed yourself. Who needs proof for anything really? What I mean to say is that, since you already left that person behind, why chase now? Let them continue their lives as they did or didn’t. You left them without your presence implying they could survive without you. So do you. It’s also the other way around you see?

  Wining is like demanding a price from a war you can’t afford to conduct. Life is a game but you can only play with your own and that only.

  You’re not one in a million and you are definitely not the first nor the last to hurt or to be hurt, too. Learn to live from your mistakes, take them as lessons that make you stronger, rather than explanations and fake tales. Everything happens for a reason, and you can change anytime... The question is... Do you really want to change?