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Nicolas Tirakis

03 Apr Nicolas Tirakis

S’UP, VOID?

 

 

while people are sober
stressed, playing
candy crush, solitaire
or watching an adam sandler
movie; i’m here with
a glass of whisky and ice filled
to the top, and i’m doing great

i’m in an airplane
i’m travelling through
time and clouds and
the rivotril is kicking in

vacationing alone
is a brew of confusion
and short term memory loss
and going to the back
to talk to the stewardesses
without realizing

this pen blew up
so i have to decide now
to go and wash
my hands and stare
at myself in the mirror
like i owe myself a lot
of money

i apologize to the two men
sitting next to me for falling
asleep and spilling
and having them
pick up my food
and empty plastic
cup
twice

i dream of nothing
i lose track of time
too busy wandering
around duty free cause
I care about my friends

that made me late
but i didn’t care cause
i need smokes
i need things
and i got ‘em so beats me

now i’m home
in bed
with a radio on beside me
playing just like heaven
and i try not to keep this
dream journal directly next to me
so that i don’t pressure myself

some people say
they feel like cowboys
on a journey in some desert
i feel like i’m standing
in a corner with my memories
stacked like cards in a little box
and i hand them out to people
or like i’m standing in an
oasis with one palm tree and a
tiny blue lake that
looks like it could’ve
come out of a windows
xp wallpaper

 

NOT SO FLEXI

 

 

getting used to living
& shopping
at eden most of the time

free friday w whoever

waggy-waggity doggy
tail and brown fur
all over my face

its early, the view
from my window doesnt
look like a vaporwave
city anymore

im rinsing off the
previous coffee from
my french press
and i feel like invisible bugs
are crawling on my
skin

or fast miniature
bug sized cars are driving
on me around my neck around
my ear and on my skin
& stuff

everything tickles

its the big bad buzz

i luv everyone in my
art class

now more than ever

theyre having so much fun

at one point we all
get quiet and dont say
a word so we can focus
on our little projects

and you can always here more
than 1 person breathing
thru their mouth
pretty loud cause of the
weird toxic art smell in the room
that really gets to us after
a while

but thats why i love em

i love hearing em breath like
that cause ive known them
for more than a month

 


 

Nicholas Tyrakis, known by those who are close to him as Nicky Tee, is 19 and lives in the mile end where he works on his collection of urban poetry. His poems are full of metaphors and they represent what we all see, but with an intoxicating point of view that affects your central nervous system and produces a calming effect. He is a Taurus that likes to learn lines from movies that he thinks are nice. His writing is featured in the Soliloquies Anthology literary magazine from Concordia, and a website that he runs on cargo. Nicky started writing at 16, but didn’t take it seriously until he started adding ‘corny descriptions’ on doodles from zines that he would make on his own at any time of the week.

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