Waking Nightmares

By Theodore Kountourogiannis

Theodore Kountourgiannis resides in Niagra Falls, Ontario, Canada.

Waking Nightmares exhibits a young man's struggle through trauma and mental illness as he tries to cope with the pain of everyday life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tellwell Talent
• Release date: Jun 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9781773704784

Book preview

All That

Sensitive

Bullshit.

Fingers pick roses from the garden,

their red shines in the sunlight—

these sweet flowers are gifted.

A smile is brought to her face,

watching her, my soul drifts to space.

I’m in amazement,

tranquil ecstasy,

eternal bliss.

My eyes follow her languid body,

I swell with lust,

and drown in love.

With my passion so alive,

my feelings so rich,

those charming red roses died.

December 2012

Lying there like a lily in the warmth

the summer sun hits her face

as if something from above is directing attention to her.

Her gaze, cast along the horizon.

Her eyes, looking for more.

More than what is given to her.

It isn’t a look of greed,

it’s curiosity—

she wonders if there’s more to life,

more to living.

Nothing is an absolute,

that’s the philosophy.

June 2012

Moonlight shines through my window,

lighting my room.

It softens my perception,

and everything is blissful.

Your face pressed to my chest,

soft, poise, delicate.

On the cusp of dawn,

the moon leaves

and the birds greet us with a song.

And although the moon has left,

and the birds take flight,

and you depart,

it’s alright,

because I know you’ll all be back.

June 2012

Treasure your love,

whatever bliss it is,

some might not have their solace.

2012

The stars above are so bright,

I long to reach for one,

to take my flight,

to be up there with the sun.

2012

Your presence is intoxicating.

The scent of your hair,

with the fairest skin.

I wish to tell you;

if only I could.

I can’t gather the strength.

I lack the courage,

and the shortness of breath

ruins my chance.

February 2012

It’s time for me to take off.

I feel it’s time to leave.

Get out of this place.

You’re all a bunch of slaves!

I’d like to get away,

to be free.

No more

do I want to be part of this society.

Get away, write a book—some poetry

maybe a movie.

Get away, listen to music—folk,

the people singing in the streets.

Get away, live and love life—

love where love is accepted.

November 2012

As the sun sets,

the golden sky shines across the horizon.

Warm rays stroke my face,

like a loving hand,

and they ricochet and light the path to my future.

February 2013

Curiosity burns through my body,

the picture won’t come to mind,

eagerness runs through my veins.

You’re in my head all day,

and I can’t get you out—but why would I?

My stomach turns,

my head spins,

and it’s fantastic!

Control is gone,

I’m mixed up,

but I’m okay.

I’m confused and lost,

but I feel at home.

It’s time to leave

to see you,

but I’ve been seeing you all day in my mind.

In a world of darkness, you’re the candle that lights the way.

In a world of sadness, you’re the one who blossoms smiles.

Sure I’ve waited,

but it’s worth it.

May 2013

Desires

Her hair, blonde and golden,

Her eyes, blue with beauty,

full with hope and dreaming fantasies.

They’re fixed upon the distance,

past me.

Freedom in her soul,

passion in her air.

The deep desire for her to be mine,

can only be desires.

My craving for the beauty, herself,

disappear with travelling laughter,

pointed fingers and sickening whispers.

My hopes and dreams

are all destroyed.

My desires were once alive with love,

now they are buried with sorrow

and remorse.

2012

Direct conscience

divine awareness

play your song

and sing along.

Intimate love

elegant touch

test your limits

the heart has none.

2013

Each day of her absence,

my anguish grows deeper.

I long for her return,

to see her once more.

2013

Her beauty sways with each step,

she looks through me,

and into the future.

She steps past me,

without a hello

and she breaks my heart.

Our love will never be,

and though I’ll remember her,

it’s dear time to move on.

January 2013

Hope is no man or woman,

you cannot touch it or hold it,

but you can feel it.

Hope is a wind,

that breezes by and caresses you,

allowing you to feel it from top to bottom,

it brings chills and warmth,

confidence & love.

As your skin swallows it,

a piece of it dissolves into you,

and your mind gobbles it up,

and that hope burns in your heart.

July 2013

In your presence

weak or strong,

you are my midnight delight.

I’m weightless,

pushing off to take flight.

2013

I feel like I’m in a strange place,

having just made my return home from school.

I don’t know these people,

and they don’t know me.

I feel like it’s quiet,

it feels like someone’s not quite at home,

not quite there.

Elsewhere, distant.

I’ve only been here half a day,

and I’m already missing you,

it’s uneasy here—my biggest fear.

December 2013

Fair and dainty,

the Woe-Man bears the burden

and the Gift.

Life contributing to the race

that destructs itself.

The Woe-Man up in the BooBoos of the night—

crying in the pain of fright,

with all the love out of sight.

Lost in your eyes

I’m weightless in open waters,

like a feather.

I can fly in the skies,

above all with no worry.

Butterflies dance in my