Author Archives: Antsafanou

About Antsafanou

Just an ordinary girl figuring out the process of growing up , its beauty, complication and its different seasons.Especially passionate about Art , writing, nature and travel . Welcome to my heart and its pieces , welcome to my steps and its places.


Who made you  believe

difference is  disqualification?

Because you are surrounded by

those who call themselves normal?

When does comformity mean power

Authority using pressure

Establishing a square standard

Isolating the unfitted mark

whose scale can even measure

The width, the worth ,the honnor

The value of an individual?

You are allowed to be  anything

beyond  the colour of your skin

the colour of your season and its in between

the culture you grew in

Introvert or outgoing

whatever your gender, you are a human being

You have the right to be complicated or simple

married or single ,ordinary or special

The right to create yourself as you get older

To make mistakes ,succeed, to learn and discover

To believe or to doubt, to have an opinion

But nobody has the right , nor you nor anyone

to look down on  your neighbour

just because they don ‘t fit in your standard

How could you afford to judge  their worth?

The price is too high, your life is too short

So let’s give a proper space for groups , for loners

Finding freedom in respecting others

It takes practice

But this is  beauty without artifice

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Hold me

Behind the tender lips

sewn with a  fragile thread

lies your favorite speech

made of the sharpest blade

behind the tender lips

using love as excuse

Your tongue is a flying fist

signing my bluest bruise

Behind my tender lips

I swore in silent tone

to calm the raging beast

that turns my heart to stone

behind my tender lips

The most bitter taste

I wince and swallow the ink

which on the paper I paste

A black and white stain

on this paper heart

illustrates all the pain

I need to garbage out


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Mystery oh mystery

bring me back  a piece of me

A lost piece that made me  broke

a healing kiss  that could wake up

a sleeping soul deprived of meaning

a drop of potion to rise my dream

Again and again, in every part

A polishing hand for a rusted heart

Mystery , restore that piece

The world  had once succeeded to twist

Unhook that grip of resistance

Unveil the core of existence


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I wish I could  word the unexplainable

Reach the  unattainable

be able but I can’t

at least not for  the moment

I won t go  defensive

I ve been unexpressive about my other self

renounced  seeking for help

to raise my white flag

when on the battlefield

I am already dead even before being killed

When I open my eyes assuming it is another day

I  find myself armed

in the same battlefield

Sometimes I make it through

this is how I am presented to you


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Not Asking For Independence, Part I

“I hate boys”

she repeated in her heart and out loud

“I hate boys”

when she was a kid

“I love boys”

she repeated in her heart and out loud

“I love boys”

when she was a teen

“I am afraid of men”

she repeated in her heart and out loud

“I am afraid of them”

she was in her twenties

“I need men”

“I am still afraid of them, but not of those I am close

I still hate them , but not those I am close

I care for them

because I know they do the same”

She is a woman, she doesn ‘t need a special attention

but a different attention

She ll never ask for equality

but respect her with her ability

She will never steal the men’s task

But she may help if she was asked.

To be continued….

originally posted on my website :@mypuzzleheart