Black and Blue
Sometimes in life loss internally is beyond self-pity and regret. Sometimes it is when you fail to see what others are eagerly and vigilantly working towards destroying in you.
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.
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Fatal Design
Drugs and vices were designed to put people through a cycle that has one purpose to kill as many people as possible over a long term we call lifetime. People will make promises, lies, pretend to change and even keep appearances but in the end the drugs and vices win.
Life’s Shadow
So let your choices speak for you
in deeds that show the real you.
And let your shadow validate you
not others for your life belongs to you.
Mutable Mutations
This post was inspired by the erasure concept where the powerful and popular erase the masses with silence, ignorance, poverty, and haplessness. We live in a tragicomedy we call "reality".
Love’s Potion
Passion is a commotion
in depth’s ocean.
A serene ride
with nothing to hide
under a crimson
moon of compassion.
Lonely Claim
I am your time that is up
Your story that’s come to an end
Your regrets and words unsaid.
Your what ifs and maybes.
Your whys and cries.
Your hows and tries.
Your breaking point and last stand.
Your surrender and longest slumber.
Youth, Love, and Truth
Youth told me that love breaks bones
but time made me wiser with laughs
as Life showed me that love grows
into a companionship of two souls.
When Umbers and Shadows Play
When umbers and shadows play, a peasant
blends effortlessly into a landscape standing
in the shade beneath a rust clay cottage seeking
shelter under tall carob and mocha trees
with draping juniper and seaweed leaves.
Metronome Reality
And so my friend you now comprehend
why writing is a track where the end spells lack.
Like a metronome’s pendulum poetry is a medium
that keeps me going down this track and coming back!
Aloof
And as the fires swallowed my cries
I opened my eyes to face life’s lies.
I closed my heart and gave up tries for a prize:
to accept failures without whys and be wise
to break ties and move in smaller gyres
to avoid fires and flat tires caused by familiar mires.