Jade’s memory

There’s an echo in the valley these memories seem to carry;
And (my) words appear to marry-
Then stop.
A breath takes hold of a paper to pen;
Inverse reality-
We’ll call Ben.
An uncle whose face I cannot realise to reincarnate,
So I immitate a form of reverie
Yet again-
I stop.
…As it was not my mission,
Now I begin to listen.

if there was nothing more, why are there scientists? 

~Simone Dimitriou 2012

living moments


I like to write it down as I feel something,

Because the emotions that govern the thoughts,

Provoked by the environment in the moment,

Allows me to make sense of it all,

By tieing the two together;

Not to draw conclusions, but a simple reminder,

That allows for a moment to come back down from it all.

A clear mind and peaceful heart,

That leads me to a more clear depiction,

Of what it was I felt.

Through patience an understanding is reached,

Clouded judgements avoided,

And an an answer I’ll meet.

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four years ago today. Four years of learning to accept and more importantly understand it all


Pressure in all directions, shapes, strengths;

Like waves of uncomfortable comfort,

It offers a heart.

To feel surrounded, pushing a soul,

Out of a box:

Overwhelmed by foreign voices, sites and opportunity;

Rendered blind, uncertain in another certainty,

And a question of what is right.

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The sky is gonna drown (an old letter-to-self of a young, lost, broken-hearted girl)

Born into my mind as a premonition unfolds,

With feelings, an unknowing, no denying.


Accumulation then proceeded by the humiliation,

Unsatisfying, but the pain so beautifully suffices. 


These eyes look… but the images are ill;

Purely reminders of how I imagined it had been.

Dreams indicate the extent to which it invades my feelings toward you now. 


Affection exists only in a superfluous moment before returning to nothing;

Like the uncontainable flashes of light in a dense cover,

A thunderstorm like no other.


Proud: you against me,

Is this really competition or merely lashing out in pain?

No desire for gain…?

In the conscious, but dare we say what lies beneath.


~I dont hate you,

But I hate this pain~

inexistant boundries- paper walls come down

Going back to what once whispered familiarity- a sort of constant;

But after time spent away reaches a certain mark,

a newfound familiarity, friends, food, feelings;

An ever-fading memory of the otherwise known- shown.


He showed her where he was- she accepted.

And now as she returns to her place of prior existance,

She knows it;s just vacation.


And eventually she will feel home-sick- confirmation of it all.

She knows she will go back to her known, and for the first time it will be different,

– not her only home…


And she will smile as she realises her chance to have that feeling more than once,

In more than one place,

She has felt- home.