I’m so tired of that just friends ****.
How far can we take this? When do we stop labeling our love as a friendship and call it what it is?

I’m so tired of these one night stands, rushing to put my clothes on after ***, leaving no trace of myself but the sent of our lust filled passion on your sheets.

I’m so tired of hiding in the shadows, being your late-night *******, saying “I’m just not ready for a relationship.” Yet your ready to spread my legs, and i let you because of the trance you put me in when i look in your eyes.

I’m so tired of being that girl.

When depression strikes,
A door for poetry opens.

The door that lets out the misery
The pain that keep hurting me
In turn invites public sympathy
By posting some of these poetry

Poetry that grew, from the feelings I have taken out.
Poetry that nourished, from the tears that I have shed
Poetry that would die down as times passes by.

And what I hope for,
Is when the leaves of my peotry starts to fall to the ground
My heart would be healed from the pain that once surround.

What does your silence taste like?
If distance was a melody how would it sound?
Do you also wish to unlock the doors inside your own mind
And release yourself from that airless prison?

If I told you my mind feels empty
And words lost their meaning
Would you relate?
Would you ask me a trivial question?
Only to break the wall

Far way on a Banyan tree
Feeding her little ones three
With a wish to see them grow
The Mother feeds crow crow
Knowing that one day they will flee
Through her chimney's upper opening
Mili, see this happening
With a flow through her cheeks
The Mother feels bleak bleak
Mourning of her forlorn living

We have something very magical me and her
something that bonds us like no others
by night we sleep in a wonderful embrace
we never move apart she is so near to me
that I can hear her beating heart

So close we have been
even from the very beginning
two peas in a pod
two lovers with the same mind
and by night she is all mine

My loves laughter is infectious
joy all all that she brings to me
I truly love her like no other
to me she is my soul mate
an artist a sister and lover

By night her eyes smile
she is that crafted type
and when we are apart
a little part of me stays with her
and by night does sing to her


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The undetectable delectable soul
Contemptuously consumed
By the indelibly doomed
The spirit a commestible
Ingested in full
By the restless evil
eager for prey
Every morsel digested
In a remorseless way
gluttonous beast desires the taste
The lecherous feast goes not to waste
scrumptious for toothsome consumption
Vicious parasitic imbuing of
Delicious sacrament of ruin
Does not satisfy the appetite of wicked delight
The monster hungers for just one more bite