Krystiana Lontos
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Apsiring author and artist. Bringing you poetry, philosophy, and short-fiction.
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Burning Down the House
Burning Down the House was getting heated, I couldn’t believe my mind as David Byrne and Alex Weir bantered back and forth, vibrations of their guitars flowing with electric ricochets; Steve Scales sowing it together in beat. My mind tried to distract me, is the laundry done? Caleb would be frustrated by my impatience in getting up. I consider this. What keeps me from enjoying this moment? Forcing myself to stay present, I shut my eyes and listen to the beat. Stay in it, I beg myself. I can feel the groove gradually bring me back to presence; I know this feeling and try to keep it here. Yet sabotage thoughts of Facebook notifications beaming, “10 years ago today” flood my mind. Of friends come and gone. Stay Here, I say, and I watch them sway with the sound of their own beat; burning down the house. I rest my eyes for just a moment, thoughts engulfed by heated visions.
By Krystiana Lontos4 months ago in Fiction
He was soon Borne Away by the Waves
Dashing across the boards of the mighty Titanic, I reveled about all the moments of inspiration waiting for my hand to give them flight. I often find myself thinking about the ways in which meaning, sounds, colours, and feelings—all fleeting and fragmented moments played yet at once—how all of this, can be magically turned to imagery through writing. I dreamed of being an author; even if not well known during my lifetime, I was fascinated by those who came before me, hundreds of years ago, of whom we still read today and who knows?—We might read 'em for another hundred years! What will they think? And perhaps, will they read it in a different light? Well, anyways in short, I couldn’t find a reason in the world why this trip wasn’t meant to be my motivation for my masterpiece, my reason. Looking out onto the horizon, the April wind brought forth a chill of excitement. And as the Titanic set off I held on to my aspirations firmly.
By Krystiana Lontos4 years ago in Fiction
