in the middle of the night
wrapped in wool blanket
i walk out my door
into my dark wood
the heavy snow fall
has stolen all sound
as i stand
flakes melt on my cheeks
you are somewhere
like me alone
with only thoughts
Take me to a place
where my mind gets lost in thoughts
Not bad one but good ones
Where I can take away the pain
Let it wash out by the rain
Tumble down the drain
And never get back into my head
Never make me dread
What's coming next
What will happen in the future
Will everything I wish for come true
I lost what I had
What I wanted
Erased from the page
It's cutting like a blade
A sword through my chest
I still try my best
To keep on going
Doing what I'm doing
Hold in all the memories till they fade out
Will you still be around
To be the missing puzzle piece I've found
Or will it all crash down
That I've built to get here
Will it someday be fine
Will you someday be mine,
It can take a second...a second to realize when your actions have created complete chaos and permanent damage.
A second to late, before your conscious kicks you in your sleep, Not allowing you to sleep at night
While your mind races, like it's trying to not crash at the Grand Pixs
like its running from all its well thought out mistakes, like it's escaping all it ever may have promised too commit.
"Why do we make these mistakes? if we know the outcome of the cause?
why do we feign for the thought of despair and pain? Only to have self pity of what we have allowed to be lost?"
Judge me. Please. Judge me.
I need it every second, every moment.. as I walk the streets of this un controlled land
I won't dare stare back though, I won't ever judge the soul of another man...
it's not in my plans.
But neither were all my seconds I have lost where I've created so many mistakes.
A broken Heart, Painfully tears, a perfect home in which my wrath caused emotional tremors from my earthquakes.
It took a second...It took a moment. Something else literally could of happened if I just thought things through...
but these moments weren't my fault at all, no...wait!
It was YOU!
I imagine petals of light pink roses or of cherry blossoms gliding in the air
Slowly, they turn and fall, gliding through the empty space
I see a pretty woman, with mesmerizing hair and pretty ears and earlobes, sitting there, in a pink dress and with an elegant white hat
Her hair is pulled back into a knot and she plays with little flowers dancing with the wind
I cannot see her face, but I know that she is beautiful and I know that I feel something for her
Perhaps she has blue eyes and small pink lips
Or possibly she has penetrating dark eyes and luscious lips
This woman, is surrounded by the pink petals
Flowing with the gusts of wind that blow the pink dress and white hat
Hundreds, thousands of petals that surround her like little butterflies in the time of love,
Turn and swirl freely, spinning vertically and horizontally
They fall and fall, as if from trees atop the clouds that hang above
But then they rise, too, can you see? Rising, flowing, going everywhere with the waves of blowing air
The lady holds her hat and grabs a petal that far-off mountains and the trees, the rivers and the streams, dedicate to her.
The petal, smooth and delicate, a reflection of her tender hands
The petal, pleasantly aromatic like her fragrance
The petal, soft with subtle shades of pink, a reflection of her gentle nature and all things that surround her being
Lost in my thoughts, I imagine a fragrant atmosphere, with scent of pink rose petals,
And there, a sweet and pretty woman sits surrounded by floating petals in the air.
Muchas gracias =)
In my mind,
the fight was a result of your undying love for me,
an act of protection,
for your fair maiden.
I was the perfect damsel in distress,
dragging you away from the bad guy.
How I ever managed to daydream,
over the screams
and the struggling,
is beyond me.
As you gracefully caved in the guys skull
with your elegant knee,
painting a watercolour of red on the concrete,
I stood back and watched.
Each drop of blood,
that splattered the night scarlet,
mirrored a drop of the salty tears
running down my cheek.
I wanted him to get back up
and smash your beautiful face into a perfect Picasso.
He didn't do anything but lie in his own river.
I wanted to be washed away with it.
Instead, I had to watch you triumphantly step back from your kill,
the picture of alpha male,
and look for your mate.
Why won't you capture me?
Because you want her.
My best friend.
The one who I should be comforting,
for having two guys so in love with her that they'd kill each other
I'm scared if I place a hand on her shoulder,
I might crumble.
I could leave my soft white mark on you,
if you just gave me the chance.
But maybe you like the chill,
the chance to pull her closer.
I can't look anymore.
I step over the battlefield and make my way down the street.
I see her get in a taxi
with the guy you just half bludgeoned to death to win her heart.
I see you stood amongst the wreckage,
confusion on your war wounded face,
not knowing what went wrong.
Just like I gave in and cared about you.
What idiots we are.
Somebody punch me in the face.
We are both north magnets that can't touch
Everytime I'm around you there is a bubble inbetween.
I don't even like you like that anymore but yeah.
Do you feel the magnet?
On Saturday mornings it always was the same
my Nan would say come Chris we are going down the lane
I would fret want to go to the bathroom but she'd drag me out again
knowing what a powder keg she was and thought her rather insane
It did not matter how big they were she had balls of steel
if someone crossed her path they would come off ill
I was mortified by her temper, my word but she was strong
I have seen her throw hard men right over my head and they were gone
Now at this not so tender age I am
now I understand who I am
just another dangerous creature
like my sweet old Nan
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
there was once a time in life,
your sky blue eyes so clear
you'd sit with with a cup of tea
so close to the window, so near
sat by the open window,
i'd see you every weekend
one tea, one sugar, no milk
you were always my greatest friend.
then things began to change
people i did not know
started to appear from nowhere
every day they'd come, and go
you started to slowly fade
your sky blue eyes would cloud;
quieter and quieter you became
you never cared much for a crowd
but then these unfamiliar people
started to return, they used to stay
i never knew how to act, what to do;
what to say.
the day came, so sadly, you passed;
i really wish that i was there,
but the weekend before, i saw you
i should've told you then, how much i cared
then came your goodbye,
a day for your angel wings,
so you could fly away to heaven
to go and live, be free, like the kings.
i saw your ghost tonight,
it fucking hurt like hell
i felt you here tonight
but dreams, they can't all be real.
i love you so much
IT’s amazing to me
To see how content you can be
Walking through life making a mess
With your decisions in every step
Colliding with others minds, hearts & lives
To the fire that burns bridges
With caution to the wind
You didn't even ask me when or why
I have scars that I can’t hide
Because you don’t care enough to see the person I am
What I struggle with or what is hidden
As far as we got was only far enough
To find out you’re boring in bed
What only matters to you is what you can be given
As you share your life story everyone listens
And I’m the only one not dumb enough to know
How well you put on a show
You believe we are all oh so privileged
So oh, what an accomplishment!
You never even asked if it was what I wanted
So to the girl you’re dating now I hope she knows you better
And gets what she is expecting
Because if she knows you like she better
She knows how much she will be getting from you
And how very much so she will be disappointed.
dripping with nostalgia.
gilded with gold
from the passage of time.
romanticized in afterthought,
idealized until unrivaled with the present.
overcome with homesickness for times
filed away in her memory.
She felt her heart
constricting her throat,
and she quietly
swallowed her spirit
could snake up higher
and mount a pulse of pressure
behind her blurry eyes.
It tasted like
cotton candy dripping with twinkling sugar,
like the smoky air of a campfire,
like blown out birthday candles and dripping wax.
A shattering explosion of memories in her mouth,
leaving her with