born a hero

Born a Hero

They say everyone is born a hero.

From;
The little boy
with crimson cheeks,

To;
The little girl
with her tiny button nose.

Everyone starts the same.

A blank slate
filled with chivalrous intentions.
A clean page
meant for courageous acts of bravery.

But take heed
my darling little angel.

For the world is a cruel place.

The trials of youth are endless,
The challenge of life all encompassing.

They will try to break you,
to tame you,
to change you.

But you must hold on.

The darkness of the world
will engulf each little boy,
turn each little girl to shadow.

For everyone is born a hero

But,
Life will force you to survive;
it will strive to make you a villain.

Poetry: © Mira Sophia Chrysostomou
Photography: © Antonio Chrysostomou

rosebud

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Oh look at the rosebud,
Oblivious to its surroundings,
Like a dainty animal,
It smiles upon this world.

So innocent it seems,
A beautiful flaw in nature,
A being of creation.

It sees its fellow flowers,
Beautiful in full bloom,
It longs to join them,

To spread its flowery petals.

But it waits.
For what we do not know,
But wait it does.

The winter sun bathes the rosebud in a golden light,
And slowly, very slowly,
As if scared of the world around,
The rosebud sheds its frosty confines,
And beams upon the world,
In full bloom once again.

© Mira Sophia Chrysostomou

all you can hope for

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You can’t cheat death,
But that doesn’t mean
death can’t cheat you.

No matter what you do,
What details you alter,
What sacrifices you make,

You will always end up there.

Pain is what unites us,
Suffering is our burden.

There’s nothing you can do to change it.

You must accept the inevitable,
accept your fate

For in the end,
All you can hope for;

Is a simple tranquility,
A peaceful bliss.
An end to the strife.

Just like,
a sweet shot of whisky
At the end of a shit-smeared life.

© Mira Sophia Chrysostomou

as nature deems

Poem-39.jpgThe silver surface,
The ripples in the tide,
A pool of thoughts,
A well of dreams.

We stand here together,
Our life reflects,
In the mirror we see,
Our lives seen,
Our lives told.

As nature deems.

© Mira Sophia Chrysostomou

different

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the things we’re told,
the things we see,
they’re as different,
as you and me.

© Mira Sophia Chrysostomou

This endless land of white

 

This endless land of white,
From the skies above it falls,
A trail I left behind,
A blank page yet to come,
The abyss beside me lies so deep,
I barely think it land,
A single well of dreams,
A cold blanket protects,
But I cannot delay,
I must continue on my way,
Throughout nature’s domain.
Photography: Antonio
Words: Mira Sophia