- "My birthday is in 5 days :3 I get excited like a kid ((:"
"You are like the sun light streaking through my window of life every morning, reminding me how blessed I am.... "
"My vocabulary linguistics can't fathom let alone transcend into expression the intense profound passion driven emotions I feel for you. It's called love, with a pinch of deep passion <3"
"The intensity of the feeling, the warmth in my stomach every time I say I love you, the passion of my heart ... It's like a very new and different, special feeling.. "
"I know you are smiling, you were smiling reading what I had to say and that's exactly how I know you look the most beautiful - smiling <3"
"I was at the hospital today, the doctor said I'd be fine. Don't ask for what or why, please."
"Best of luck........" *
All the stuff you used to say to me. Everything.
I have them all imprinted on my mind,
in that secret corner that I dedicated as the space for you.
It's all there, everything.
From the first word you said to me,
till the last word.
They're all there, spinning around in my mind.
I woke up this morning with a tear stained face.
It seems like that's the only way I find myself
when I'm all alone or when I wake up these days,
With a tear stained face.
This morning, I washed away the tear stains and put on a big smile.
Pretended that I was okay. That nothing was bothering me.
What they say is true,
"the happiest of them are the ones who cry themselves to sleep."
You should talk to my pillow some time.
It'll tell you the truth.
That you're all I think about when I'm asleep.
You're always on my mind.
You've given me too much to remember, I can't forget you now.
It's too hard. I take this as punishment for letting you go.
9th December 2013 now.
At this exact moment, you're no longer 16.
15 more days, and I'll be as old as you were just 15 days before.
You're One year older than me.
I'm One year younger than you.
Wait for me to catch up please.
This race with time is driving me crazy now.
It's moving too fast.
I'm tripping too much.
I'm falling too hard.
It's getting harder to get up every day.
But I wont stop.
No matter what, I'll keep running.
'Cause I live with a hope that you'll come back some day.
They say you wont. That I'm being stupid. But deep in my heart,
I know you will come back. I really do.
Prove them wrong, my love. Come back.
And we'll knucklebump one more time and start off from right where we left,
Cause after you get here, nothing will be wrong again.
Till you get back, I'll just settle down by wishing you a very happy birthday [on here].
Hide your demons they'll haunt you forever
You can never escape them even if you're clever
You're trapped in the fears of your own mind
Maybe the condition you don't want anyone to find
You hide it from your family but you don't realize
They've known it for years to doubt this is unwise
Just remember your demons are there
I offered to help you but you didn't care
My heart went out to you in times of despair
Your anger and denial you displayed with your glare
You prefer to hide in your own pride
But your demons will never be on your side
The formula of a lover's hips.
Beyond a ratio, statistic, or
equation of any organic movement.
She swoons, croons, later, spoons.
He skips, tips, altogether, dips
with those hips.
And folding his eyes into her
forest-framed pupils, he ventures;
past her landscape that they call
a soul, he climbs.
Across mountains of wide-mouth smiles.
Across valleys of gentle laughter.
Across the plains of hypothetical futures.
Natural poetry written under the skin.
Across beaches of connections and
Across the violent, rolling ocean of
He stumbles to her feet
and lifts his eyes to her
He skips, tips, and altogether dips,
in those hips.
While she swoons, croons, and later
in the envelope of their adventure.
Your heart is cool
your glance is derisive
there is no secret for you
neither in sunrise, nor in death of moon
nor in eyes of hero..
Forging through the frozen wastelands
surface ice cracks and splinters
it's summer here now
yet it feels like mid winter
Ice all over the stern and bow
but that will not stop this machine
for it is made of iron and steel
new explorations is it's will
To the continent where the sun has dominion
going back to the cold lands of white
my sweet home, kingdom of ice
my kingdom as cold as my heart
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
he howled about the best minds of his generation
being lost, but I am not sure they were ever found
though I once lapped up his words like a cat with the sweet cream
or a ravenous dog licking the bottom of his bowl
after a cold wet fast--yep, a dog, like that
and who ever called us the dogs of war?
canines don’t know shit about war: the waiting,
the planning, the measuring, the murdering
they only know fear and what it tastes like to win
what it sounds like to lose, but they didn’t choose
they didn’t have a moral dilemma when fur and teeth and flesh
became a hot blur a la bloody cur, we,
with our “best minds” he thought were festering
were duped only by ourselves, by our desire to believe
the simple sweet lies rather than the shredding shedding truth
who could we blame? Walter Cronkite? Norman Mailer?
John Wayne, Nixon or Peter Pan?
yes, he howled; his howling wasn’t that
of the wolf at the moon, revealing an eternal hunger for a full belly
but a desperate audible gasp for one honest line, one
affluent aphorism before he slipped into the abyss
I won’t give it to him, because I was one of the dogs of war
not pretending to be wolf like he, not lamenting the loss
of great minds, whatever the fuck those are
I was washing the blood from my paws and teeth
trying to forget it came from some mother’s son
trying to silence the screaming of the other pups
when they fell prey to my razor sharp teeth
given to me by the state, honed to perfection
not by a washing of my brain, but a heart that lusted for the kill
long before I saluted my first flag, long before I swelled
with drunken pride at the bugler’s song, or marched
in cadence with the deadly drums,
he howled, but I didn’t hear an imploring sound
when they lowered me into the godforsaken ground
This muse is for my Lord
hold it my friends
to your heart
It's song goodness born
this holy slumber
a word for the kind
Let me cast my wings
show honour to you
make each word my last
in your sweet kind minds
No speech do I need
just the light of love
and you give me it
in trinities bread
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
at this age
i met you.
there's something wrong,
chasing after you
was a fun thing to do.
i let it go.
set my heart free.
from all the misery.
coz it's my future
and my heart shouldn't be tortured.
coz i'm not pretty sure
i set you free.
if it's mean to be
we will meet again, baby.
So much stress just fell off my shoulders
Now I can go and explore, some positive things
I am starting to get older
and I don't want to hold on to no good things
Our time is up
I'm so torn apart
I can't do this now
I'll regret it later
but I know in my heart
that we are done
Some things never come to pass,
you never forget them,
you love them forever,
like her intelligent thinking,
the taste of her lips,
her succulent organic-ness,
her soft kisses,
the way she makes you feel
O, I must confess,
I'm a renaissance man,
I love the fine arts,
her strong beating heart,
the way she starts things up
and finishes them.
O, I must admit,
I'm not vegan,
I love her sweet meat,
her line of thinking when
she's lying off her feet,