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Τετάρτη 16 Δεκεμβρίου 2015

The Purple One

Necessary as water for the human body
Expensive like a diamond
Useful to keep things but
Also beautiful and fashionable
Hard to separate from you
Your heart contains all the good things
And they're all my things
You are my favourite one
You are my purple one!


Elena M.

Τρίτη 15 Δεκεμβρίου 2015

What Time Is It?

I'm a black handwatch with big gold numbers.
I live in a little white box and I show the time
to different people with different hands and
different reactions. I am made of steel and
I am resistant to water. I feel like man because
I make my owners excited, anxious, afraid, angry, disappointed.
I am full of stripes and holes and although they do not care about me
I embrace them with loyalty.


I am an old watch but beautiful, big, heavy and costly.

People usually admire me while they say in a humorous way:
“Time is money” 

Maria Karl.

The lilac notebook

My secret chamber
is the lilac notebook.
Its hard cover
like a sleepless guardian
keeps the well-locked remains
of a childhood drifted with the wind,
an adolescence like a curt lightning.
Its soft pages
with their nostalgic lavender scent
unfold the untold stories
of a girl too fragile
for the cruel world.
A girl whose shelter
will always be
the lilac notebook.

Maggie

Τρίτη 17 Νοεμβρίου 2015

The Scarf


Hidden in a drawer
when the sun disappears
it again appears
with its designs
to make me shine
like a diamond in the night
and with only one goal in mind
to keep me warm
and beautiful


~Xenitidou Panagiota

A brush

This brush of mine
its wood so sweet
like candy found
on children’s teeth.

Its colour red and black
like a gift given, then taken back.

This brush of mine-
its teeth so sharp,
like the strings
of my old golden harp.

This brush of mine it combs my hair
so tightly that it doesn’t spare
a life or two to spread some joy
to the skull it will so ruthlessly destroy.



The Daydreamer

Four Seasons

It’s wooden or it’s plastic
It’s square or it’s rectangular
It’s organized yet messy
It’s overflowing yet lacking
It’s like a runaway or a cupboard under the stairs
It’s plain yet daring
It’s a true 50’s party and a rainbow feast
It’s private yet shared with sizes ranging from 6 to 14
Hiding all your secrets and your junk,
smelling of mothballs and lilac.


RoseandDagger
Ιt stands on the wall
my house's round clock
it is running after time
counting every second which drops by
my clock is ticking
louder every day
like it is striving
something to say.
It breaks the silence
it is beating like a human heart
now the hour hand is pointing up
it is screaming <<hurry up>>
and then <<tick,tack,tick,tack>>


Ζ.Κ

Wake me up

I bought you on my trip to Prague,
You caught my eye with your faded pink colour,
You served me well all these months,
Countless refills of coffee and tea,
My one and only morning companion,
The only way to start the day.

But yesterday I was in a rush,
And I tripped over and broke you into a million pieces.
It was as if I lost a friend.
You will be missed my favourite mug.

N.K.

My toothbrush

Standing there
sullen, sad, sympathetic
to her friends:
the toothpaste and the floss.

She's lonely in her cup
Tall and blue
Completely still
Waiting for me to use her.

My toothbrush is thinking of placing an ad
Like lonely people do, in need of a friend.

By Sini

My musical treatment

I really love it, you know!
It makes my day when I feel blue.
All I need to do 
is to turn it on and
let the music come out of it.
The songs are like my medication
when a day of mine is pretty awful.
And its speakers are like
the doctor who is saving my day
by giving me the songs.
When I am all alone in the house
I turn the music on too loud 
and my room becomes a concert hall
thanks to it
It really makes my day, you know!

by M.Kar.

My winter's company

You are always with me when days get cold,
I feel you all over me like the sweetest hug.
You offer me protection all day long
And your fur is all I want.
I once forgot you at a club
It was only for some minutes, so please don’t get mad!
In your pockets you carry my stuff
And when I put your hood on I look tough.
You also match with everything I wear
Even with the t-shirt that’s from Clare!
         
                                  G.K

Δευτέρα 16 Νοεμβρίου 2015

An unusual doll

Round face
Decorated by curly, red hair
 And blue eyes as bright as pearls
Soft hands
 Tightly embrace you
 And make you feel wonderfully
 What is she looking for?
 Stars or moon?
 None of them!
She is looking for her charming prince
 Where is his kingdom?
 She is running faster and faster
 All of a sudden she disappeared...
 Where has she been?
 I woke up and i searched for her...
 Fortunately, it was a nightmare!

-Mary Magra

Κυριακή 15 Νοεμβρίου 2015

Her Best Friend

I am blue. Although the most usual colour,
I am her favourite.
She holds me tight
and I am like her best friend.

At first she presses me
in order to wake me up
and then she does not stop writing.
I have written projects, essays, poems.

In the summer I am on vacation,
as she does not need me so much.
But when the school starts,
I am here again fighting with the blanco!



F. Kar.