Sometimes life feels
like you're just trying to hold your head out,
to hold up the heaviness of it all.
Everything is heavy, but you make it feel light.
Everything is dark, but you radiate light.
When you were gone, I was lost,
Hysteria in my head, heaviness in my heart.
The smoke has now cleared and with it my mind,
but my heart is so heavy. Will you be my light?
ESCAPE a film by Johnny Cortes
As you know, I am a huge fan and supporter of my friends work! Gotta help your fellow artist always! So in that spirit I wanted to share with you an amazing film by my friend Johnny Cortes. The film is entitled 'Escape' an evocative portrayal of happiness, jealousy and the mundane confines of life.
Please watch, like and share! Send Johnny all the love <3
As many of you lovelies know, I am the type of person who is constantly striving for new things, and trying to attain new goals, to do bigger and better projects. With that being said, I am happy to formally introduce to you my podcast!
So not only will you get my poetry and other writings here but I will have easy access to my podcast as well as post exclusive up to date content. So be sure to check this site out whenever you can. All episodes will also be easily accessible through the WORKS section in the side menu.
Thank you lovelies for the support, the love, the kindness and be sure to share and comment and like my podcast! <3
I am just giving you a bit of an update. I am happy to mention that I have gotten back on the writing horse and started working on my novel again today. I didn't write more than a paragraph but I did expand my notes and edited my first four chapters.
Life is tough, it's heartbreaking and its wonderful. My goal is to finish this book and be able to share it with you amazing people. I know its tough because although the novel in itself is fiction, the feelings inside are very real - they are raw, they are who I am and expose the parts of me that I would have never shared any other way.
Thank you for reading my poetry.
Thank you for reading my writing.
Thank you for being here.
Thank you for living - everyday.
Thank you for being you.
Love you always,
I've never been able to find comfort in the idea of God, or the personification of the universe, but what I do appreciate is the root of my grandmothers name & how it reflected her completely. Panagiota, after panagiah, her name meaning all that is holy and good.
She was kind, loving, understanding and she was strong.
A word that comes to mind, when I think of my grandmother is: virago. Virago is a Latin word for a warrior woman, exemplary strength, even that stronger than a man's. I don't agree with that last bit, she was stronger and braver than anyone I have ever known.
When she was 14 years old, she had to have her papers changed, making her 16 in the eyes of the law, so she could come to a country where she did not speak the language. She came here and not only lived here, but she came and made a home, that created the family that stands here today. She may not have had the opportunity to go to school, and get an education like I am fortunate to have, but my grandmother was accomplished and we are proof of that. In my eyes, accomplishment is the amount in which one loves, and one is loved, in which case my grandmother was accomplished.
The last words my grandmother spoke to me, were two small words that I'll hold with me forever. On the Monday before she passed, my grandmother was taken to the emergency. This morning did not go like my usual mornings. I woke up late, I was going to miss my bus for school and a whole lot of things happened in between but it ultimately ended with me having to go to the hospital to get my cellphone. I remember being so pissed and annoyed that i was having such a bad day. It turned out to be a day I will cherish. I got to speak to my grandmother that day. And although she mostly mumbled and it was hard to make out what she was saying, clear as day she called me, "αγάπη μου" my love. I held her hand and stayed until I was about to pass out from exhaustion. I am so thankful for that day.
One thing she used to say, she used to call us, was "μάτια μου" - meaning my eyes. I always thought that to be an odd expression, but now I understand. My grandmother will live on through the eyes of my grandfather who will continue to watch her grandchildren grow, through her daughters. She will see through the eyes of my brother, my cousin Argi, and the her twin terror namesakes. She will live on through my eyes. She will see what I see and be part of my journey forever. She is not gone for I am her eyes.
My life has been a little crazy. I have family in the hospital, school was CRAZY and to boot, i don't have a laptop to work on things on the go!
So wanted to shout out and thank everyone for all their support and liking and sharing my poems on Facebook. I hope to be back on here soon!