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Mélissa Jun 18
Μέσα σε όνειρα και σε εφιάλτες
Τόσες ευκαιρίες και πρόσωπα σβησμένα
Βήματα που έγιναν με βάρος και με τόλμη
Και τελικά πήγαν χαμένα

Μέσα στη ζούγκλα ένα άγριο ζώο
Που δε ζητάει ποτέ αυτό που θέλει
Βρες το κάτω από το δέρμα
Σκάψε εντός, κοίτα στον καθρέφτη

Είναι ένα παζλ που του λείπουν κομμάτια
Είναι ένα αίνιγμα που του λείπουν στοιχεία
Μια πόλη στον θόρυβο πνιγμένη
Και ποιος ο λόγος μου να μείνω;

Όπου κι αν δείχνουν τα σημάδια
Όποια κατεύθυνση κι αν δίνουν
Εκείνη─      μισεί εμένα
Και εγώ─    νιώθω το ίδιο
This is an experiment.
I never write in my native language, so I decided to translate a song of mine from english to greek and turn it into a poem.
  Jun 17 Mélissa
Aditya Roy
Most women
Want to stab me in the back
But she didn't
She was just confused
The moment she held the knife
The world went quiet
Her heart throbbed a little
Better to take the pain
Than to take a life
Right?
Mélissa Jun 17
Grown ups are liars and kids know

We told them we had to protect them from the world

But the world is us

And it is no place for our kids
  Jun 17 Mélissa
Cadmus
🐺

The more I understand man
and what he’s capable of…

the more I am convinced
the wolf was framed

and Little Red
wrote the story.

🧣🧣
Interpretations are often shaped by those who survive to tell the tale. Sometimes, the villain is just the one without a voice.
Mélissa Jun 16
The world spins
or I'm the one getting dizzy
It seems
people prefer things
getting worse than staying the same

And the fever of
how funny our situation can get
is trending

And what's with being able to talk to you
when you're unavailable?
Magic I wasn't born into but grew up with
Instantly sending my feelings
without facing you


That makes it easier to do
but also harder to own it

Hard to picture my love
traveling around the orbit


And when the world spins I can look up my symptoms
And hope my words reached
and you deciphered my riddles
  Jun 13 Mélissa
Mia
I wonder,
wander,
falter.

Back — forth.

Now I’m
backed in the corner.
Silence is comfortable
to move in.

For the fourth time?

Back — forth.

Running,
cowering,
to cover my back.

But love seems to burst
forth from my gut.

Back — forth.

Singing,
humming—
it’s quiet.

But it’s sweet,
and now you’re back.

And I can’t seem
to bring the strength forth.

Back — forth.
A cycle too strong to quit.
  Jun 13 Mélissa
Kalliope
If you're a fish,
I'm a boat—
slowly polluting your life.

At first, you swim close,
and I admire your scales,
your curious nature.

But you're a fish,
and I'm a boat.
Boats often hold fishermen.

You're a beautiful fish,
with shimmering scales,
and you swim this ocean so free.

Maybe you'd have had
a beautiful fish life
if you'd never come across me.

You're a fish out of water.
And I'm a boat.
If you're a fish, I want to be a fish
I dont want to be a boat
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