Love and Poetry
Because of her, my heart knows whose lips-
I've been dreaming of; because
they tell me, he loves me as we share homes-
our hearts filled with tomorrow's hopes.
Pasithea is a budding Lebanese Filipino impressionist who enjoys writing poetry in symbolism laced with philosophy and psychology.
Given her legal background having worked as legal and risk management consultant in MENA and the far east; she also writes legal and academic articles.
Her creative writing has been read on several podcasts and radios and was featured in several magazines and anthologies including: Envision Arts, Rigorous, Fevers of the Mind, Osprey's Empire, Voices of the Real and Suicide.
Having written 2500+ poems and more than 12 short stories; Pasithea writes in various styles but prefers pieces that have double meanings to allow a reader to delve deeper into her works.
https://ello.co/pasitheaanimalibera
A Stone Hits Home
The trick is not to stick with what won’t stick. Life's stories are muddy quarries where worries cloud those under and shroud with their thunder bereft memories like lightning hailing pain for rain.
Melting Moons & Threading Stars
They paint magenta over black skies
or pale blue over white clouds.
Some painters dab their brushes
in magenta skies others in clouds.
Weaponizing Change: A Cultural Déjà vu
Victim culture or victimology is real. It is the new culture and the bottomless magazine of the weaponized change gun. Change is essential. It is the law that governs the world just as death is inevitable.
Try Not To Cry
Some steps you leap
others you step and reap.
Some jumps you miss
other’s you fall into.
Water Fox
All in all ever illusive
always evasive
naturally pervasive
remarkably persuasive
and definitely destructive.
Salacious Dynamics
Reality is a tragedy of farce and irony
Enthralled with deception and immorality
Compounded by influence and opportunity.
True Choice and the World’s Fabric
Choices as true choices are very tricky. We all make choices because of a set of beliefs and interests. They may be influenced, distorted, misguided, misapplies, or even abused. In the end, no one can influence how we choose to maintain social interaction in a societal unit such as family or friends except us. We are the ones that reach down to our core to make choices that are not just about us, our desires and aspirations, our fears and complications, our interests and compromises; but also about empathy, sympathy, and humanity.
Elissar’s Tears
Elissar’s thoughts were racing faster than her heart because she wanted to say her mind only she was hearing Beroe’s. Beroe herself was frozen in fear thinking she had let down her goddess. “Beroe give Elissar her seeds. Elissar give Beroe your crescent” ordered the goddess. Immediately, Beroe took Elissar’s Venus’ comb and combed out five ruby seeds that were as big as a plum, six blue sapphire seeds as big as an olive, and four amber seeds as big as a pea. Then Elissar broke off her ivory and crystal crescent from its golden cage in her tiara and gave it to Beroe as a tear dropped unto it making a dent.
Good Faith in Retrospect: When Truth Plays Life’s Chords
Truth is Life’s most flowing melodic piece. It is characterized by its highs and lows that are sharp in their falls yet quite flat in their upbeat tones. It’s ironic- life- but so are we in our relative needs and propensities. To each his own business for one’s sacred space is his and only his to embrace. To face life one needs to face the truth about himself and his surroundings with good faith not compromise or shaping people’s convictions to fit his.
Gypsy Cabin Blues
Holding tight to her green and arid sierra shawls,
she peers over a fresco valley set in leprechaun gold.
Like a megalithic Buddha she rests on a boulder's shoulder
beneath a thulian sky lit by a gingerline disco sun.
Trading A Soul
Home is in your arms.
And warmth is in your laughs
Right where peace lost its charms.
And logic laid down its arms.
How To Write Your Life As A Process Of Self-Discovery And Self-Building?
In essence, clarity and balance projected in being kind to one’s self are key to living life as a form of art in writing your own book the way you want it.
Mirrored Tones
Taste is a matter of trust in one's
Own self not others' opinion.
Not all forms follow the norms.
Everywhere you look nature
Seems to mirror itself not others.
When Artists Converse
In the end, we are all mirrors that come in different shapes but we are mirrors that let you look within not at to take in and reflect all that come by to compare and compose. Whatever you do, remember, connection is the heart of art and conversation is the dart of art to perfection on the road to creativity.