NEWS

hallo there!
I am so happy to announce that one of my poems has been published together with other poems of the Runokohtaus project, in the Pohjoinen Kulttuurilehti 2/2013 KALTIO: pag 29 Tuska, Diana Mistera and more to come...:) stay tuned :)

DREAM 29.4.13

I had a dream last night in which I felt that wonderful peace and happiness that was long time I haven't felt;  it was any important dream, it wasn't a meaningfull dream either, perhaps,  was a sequel of a dream I started some time ago.

You where in there, with your long curly  hair and those green eyes that killed me the first time I saw them, you were a teacher and I was a school girl, there were many other schoolgirls in the classroom I didn't know them, they were not familiar to me at all, but you were interacting mostly with me. The others blast their evil eyes on me, for no reason..maybe...or maybe they saw what was going on between us.

The first task you asked me to do was to draw a map, it was my way of seen Europe, it was an homework I haven't done so I was scared to disappoint you, but you reacted like nothing was forgotten and waited me to draw my map, looking at me deeply.
I took my pen and mark the boundaries of my map, I used the yellow pen; I was satisfiled, but it was a strange kind of map, you look at me, laughing sensually and said:
" you left France out from your map..."
"ha..." I answered laughing archnessly   " yes I did..."
You  looked at me with that sweetness you only have, gave me back my map with that kind of expression of knowing the reason why I did so...like if you were expecting just that kind of map from me...without France, for the reason that only you and me known.

I looked around the classroom searching for an approval, I met you before I was testing you, I needed to prove to myself, you remebered me;  many years have passed and I was in disguise anyway in that strange school. I felt you knew who I was, you were indeed favouring my game, we were so inharmony.
Your attention was only for me although you were a teacher in this strange class and I was pleased.

All in a sudden another thing cought your attention, there was a boy, so long dead in reality, he was really in my classroom when I was at my primary school, and I found this quite strange, what he was doing in there, but he didn't care about me or you, it was like a time cut has occoured in that strange universe bulid as a school. He was an outsider, and you didn't care about the other schoolgirls whose were seeking attention, you were wondering just like I did, why that boy was there; then you took
 my  book and you found a letter within the pages and asked me
" Can I?"
" Sure"
"what am I going to find in here?"
" nothing...only a picture...maybe..."

You opened the letter, it looked an old letter, those that were used many years ago when was necessary to send an International letter, because Europe didn't exist like it exist today, those white thin envelopes with blue and red stripes around; I sent a lot of these enevelopes, I had a lot of international pen friends, and I had grandparents in England and it seemed that like I told you, there was nothing in the envelope neither a picture but, you shaked it a little bit more and a picture came out.
" She is beautyful, really" you told me, and I smiled knowing that, of course she was beautyful, she was my mum...and then smiling at me with little bit of melancoly you continued
" just like you..and blonde, like you were the first time..."
you didn't give me back the letter and neither the picture, I won, you remebered me.

A sudden warm I felt in my heart, and I woke up wanting to continue this dream that left me so wonderful warm feeling inside but, the sun was already coming up, and the clock was going to ring in a moment...
I remained with this wonderfull feeling of you, recorgnizing me, without I told you who I was really... hoping that it was true.

INTERCOURSE

I penetrate your soul

bleeding through your dreams

soothe your wounds

shattering your broken wings

chasing the serpent weeping

riding your core until

you'll screming lust

gasping in the emptyness

kissing the void left

before disappearing

in the mist of a dream unfinished.

© Diana Mistera 23.04.2013

*inspired by Angel of Depeche Mode Delta Machine

 

 

NEWS

Hallo everybody!
Finally I have great news, I will be with other poets of the Runokohtaus project at this festival, the 25.5.
Read the program, and come to enjoy ! See you there!

Maailma Kylässä World Village festival

FACELESS

The reflection goes by on a mirror

and fall  apart while its surface crackles.

We all had our part in this play

we build lies and start to believe in them

 we change masks hoping to stay hidden

until we die.

We re-define the character that fit better

creating an artificial happiness

the fairy tale we almost believe in

only to make the poison of the life less bitter

and the death tread slower.

Drunked on  tears

words came alive on the blurred  screen.

When will we decide to throw away all our  masks

 stop playing  roles and be finally FACELESS

trapped in these dreams of  eternal love?

© Diana Mistera 19.04.2013

ASHES ( TOT )

Every love begin and end with a kiss
soft like velvet
painful as a dagger on the heart
cruel like the destiny of a love untold.
Abandoned I flew
with those scars that are bleeding costantly
just to be healed again and again.
Cradled by the mist
I follow the path that bring me to you.
With another poisoned kiss
you lead my heart and soul
to the most sensual death.
Bleeding my pain away
I am humming along
burning my eternity to ashes .

© Diana Mistera 08.04.2013

WHO AM I?

Who am I?
I don't know yet
Maybe only a mass of electric pulses
that collide in this universe
and write compulsively
the pain of the heart
the hope of a soul
continuing to feel you;
as a captivating dream.
Loving you
the way I do and always will
and you will never know it
nisi
if you read these tears
becoming words
written to weep
costantly beep...beep...beep...

© Diana Mistera 5.3.2013