I'm in love with the sight of you
The radiance that emits from your bodice
Your smile that somehow could reach up to your eyes
I'm in love with every single piece of you
I love how your hair is perfectly messy
I can see you spend a lot of time
To style it just to look that way
You don't have to though because
You're already perfect in everyway
I smile when I see your silhouette
Because I think about when I can have you
In my embrace
I love your scent, so strong yet sweet
I see the way you are with children
Besides all that , you're still awkward
You'd laugh that deep laughter of yours
Just because I tell a lame joke
I love the way you eat and
Don't care about what anybody thinks
Well you don't need to anyways
Because I love you and
There's no other ways to put it
If you were the sea
Id take every chance I get to kiss you
For I will be the Sun.
"dark green rose higher"
you were careless with the door,
not knowing it will close
you stabbed it repeatedly
lust was pouring
like melted glass
mother's smile turned into rain then into children then into sand then into bridges
and late woods
and plastic flowers
I am exhausted for myself, so
tell me about karma so I won't fall asleep
I wish I was a lighter I
that touched the clouds as they rolled by
and on the wings of joy I'd fly
far into the bluest sky
I wish that I had held it strong
held it true as we went along
and when the night came I was brave
and fought the shadows from my cave
But I lost my heart one day
in your smile as you drove away
and madness then consumed my mind
I was wrong, I was blind
because in you hope I saw
false as every time before
and I tried to cage you like a bird
with writing out my pretty words
I wish I was as cold as snow
cooled beneath an arctic wind
with frozen blood that could not feel
and no need to make me heal
I wish that I could see the lies
wedged with wires in my mind
I was not yours and you weren't mine
We are angels of a different kind
I wish that I could fix this mess
my insanity made my deeds digress
because its hard to let go of someone I touched
who told me that she loved me much
If I could go and fix the past
and make it better, make it last
I would be my closest friend
a hero that won in the end
But time can't bend back to repair
it's sealed and done forever there
and we are all just broken clocks
chained within and sealed with locks
And you were just a passer by
on a break, saying hi
And I was looking for a missing piece
or maybe just some pain relief
I've been unfair and been unkind
you did not deserve to see my despair
but you responded with human care
I think somehow you understand
And I will be well in the end
as I always get up again
and I'll try to leave this emo shit
it's a bit of an embarrassment
I will always write from the heart
for poetry has become part of my soul
or maybe it was always with me
I really don't care, as long I write
May the waves claim me to the moons glow
make me, the last hero of Aphrodite's smile
I love her perfumed lands
as she did love mine
I know all of me and so much more
is it selfish to be wanted
knowing all my faults
and dark places I dwell
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Are you Happy?
Don’t we all have to be?
In this world,
If you are not happy,
You’re an outcast
You’re the oddball,
But it depends
Is happy when you know how to smile?
Is happy when you know how to laugh?
We want to be happy,
Without really understanding it
For me, happy is when your surroundings
Your family and friends
Are all okay
Because how can you be happy when you have that little noise in your head
At the very back of your head
Repeating “Fix it.”
Whether it’s you or her or him.
And when you come to realise that you can’t
How are you going to be happy?
Simplicity's a wonder.
I'm a tree hugging green
one of natures best friends
she' put me on her face book
I put her on mine, then pressed send
I can't wait to go back to Cyprus
ride those dolphins again
feeling the wind on my face
God I love that beautiful place
Her sapphires skies smile so kindly
as I leap and bound in her warm waters
my friends will click and squeak
as the suns rays kiss my cheeks
Man, I am so ready to go, totally stoked
let's get a ticket on line
I have a date with nature
and she will do me fine
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
How Dare You Tell Me - What Is Literature?
When I, waking pre-8:25 alarm, from some engulfing dream
Roll out of bed, read poetry when the day has hardly dawned
The wind surges through the crack in everything
Through my window, leaning and weeping
Screaming and tearing at me in Greys
Grays I've neglected in favour of Drakes
Socialising, absorbing this post-everything
Hearing echoes of Alex Turner
Soulful Amy drowned in Wine
The Magic Mushroom experiments of my early years
My late teens, which should have come earlier
Forced to grow fast to the sounds of Lennon and Kendrick
We live in a generation of not being in love, and not being together
When I first heard 'good kid, m.A.A.d city' I was still young
Because who told me what to expect?
Who told me but the Mothers and Teachers of the 80s?
The Bleeding Hearts and Artists make their stand
So Far Gone, falling free from the wall, unhinged
Leap of faith, like washing up the first cup in a student kitchen
Lemon drizzle flow and Drizzy seeping through every artery
A modern century, reaching 21 in 21
But back to the scene set to the Ice Age
Liverpool is my hometown,
London is frozen in memory, the pressure has us crash together
Our minds blend like time, concepts, musical genres
'Blurred Lines' - Feminist uproar defines this '4th' Wave
3rd Eye: We are living in the Future, in ignorance of the present
We are Generation Y, or Z, or just a generation of terrorists
Sages, Mystics, Heroes...
Sweeping winds through my window on a dreary morn
I read 45 pages of poetry because I feel like it,
Not because I have a seminar
University's red bricks fading away for me now
I'm just staring at a man's soul,
Attaching myself, this is why I write
I reach for the ceiling, in this small room
Yawning, the stretch of a new day
Going for gold (the sun, the stars)
Going for breakfast, alone downstairs with Paul Farley
As I stretch I look out the window
See four attractive, modern girls walking
(Probably to lectures, though it seems amidst the hour)
I can lecture too, with my arrogant, contemporary voice
I think - if they see me I will smile and wave, wink maybe
(Perhaps not, I am a feminist after all...is this ironic?)
These are products of angsty teen poem generators
They don't look, but I feel it may as well have happened
(I am in such a good mood I would smile at myself)
This generation seems to lounge in apathy
Girls in beanie hats, tripping off Raider Klan (RVIDXR KLVN?)
Obey Snap Backs giving me Flash backs
I wish it was the 60s, I wish I could be happy
Trap is the new Rock and Roll, Prog-Rap is coming, sit tight
(Was this always about hip hop, girls etc?)
Am I as readable as Holden Caulfield?
Reading about John Lennon drinking Milk
I felt like Sylvia Plath on 10th February 1963
Well, I feel like Lennon on 11th February 1963
Am I even an '13 Ye?
Screaming 'R.I.P STEEZ', or 'Twist and Shout'
How far have we come now..?
When will we redefine 'Post-Modernism'
Or give this era a Literary title
Like PBR&B or Indie
Like Blues or Jazz
Like the wind that rushes through my window and my follow up 9:45 alarm telling me I need to set off
I'm sick of chasing shadows up and down these halls,
and watching headlights dance across the cold and pale white walls.
This empty home is where love once grew from hearts lined with gold
but now the only thing left is an attic full of mold.
I'm tired of the silence but for the whisping trees,
Their aching hearts moaning as they're nearly brought to knee.
The cold cotton on my bed where optimism used to lay.
The resounding echo of dying parts of me and the booming shades of grey.
Depression seeps in nightly and has its own safe place
It comes in when not welcomed and shows its ugly face.
Thursday brings an ugly night, or morning I should say
The day I feel too much just happens to be today.
5:30 am and still awake from the night before
A hazy tired feeling and every muscle sore.
But having seen your smile before you turned to bed
Has brought some life back to this sad life I have led.
The shadows they still linger, the headlights stay and play
But even through this long, dark night you've got me seizing the day.
You are the Sun.
Every beam of light
Tickles my ear
About the sweet
Beauty of your soul.
Overwhelmed by despair
When I see you eclipsed
By the sad-faced moon
Or hidden by the
Clouds of anger
I love you still
The frigid nights
And flurried storms.
Fade out eventually
And your beauty
You light up
My anguished world
Every smile upon
My trepid face
Is a reflection of
You are the Sun
And I am your Copernicus