I hate seeing you so sad
Whenever I see you cry
I just want to hold you
until there is no more tears left inside of you
I want to take your heart
Stitch it back together
and prove to you that you can trust me
I want to kiss your scars
I don't ever want you to be ashamed of the battles you fought
I want to fight your demons with you
I want your demons to tear me up
so you don't have to be stressed out
I want to give you the moon
I want to wrap my arms around you
and fill you with love I have been saving just for you
I want to show you the magic
that causes my heart to skip beats whenever I am with you
I want to love you
I want to fight with you
I want to kiss you the moment all of your dreams come true
I want to build a life with you
A life that tells the story of you and me
I want you to be my secret keeper
while I carry your heart next to mine
I want to fall apart in your arms
as I love every inch of you
I want to show you how perfect you are
I want to make you realize how special your soul is
Let me love you the way you deserved to be loved
I promise you won't be disappointed

and you begin to ask yourself why you fall in love with someone who wouldn't accept another part of you
until you realize you don't really want that part of you either

In a cafe sitting quite
wondering how tired
the waitress's smile is
as she shifts a slinky pivot
around tables
a routine on autopilot.
There's a tattoo shreak of violet
on her wrist.
Last night purged brightly from regretful mists:
Sprawl of limb
hinge and ******
flesh contorts
then erupts.
I read her script
she knew my score
rebound *** nothing more...
I think.
am sure.
...aint I?

He said "I love you"
I said you don't love me
He looked at me like I was crazy
I told him to show me
He put his hands on me
I said "exactly".

He said "I love you"
I said you don't know me
He smiled and said you've told me
I asked him what I was thinking
He put his hands on me
I said "exactly".

He was a German soldier fighting in the war
Then as a P.O.W. he could fight no more
In an English garden
He worked and spent his days
Planting bulbs, trimming hedges
Learning English ways

Then to his homeland he went back
But in mischief didn't lack
For in the Spring the daffs he sowed
Spelled out Heil ******!
All in pretty rows

Have you ever
taken a picture
of a sunset,
just to realize that
you'll never capture
the true
colors,
the intense
emotions,
the full
beauty
of that moment?

Have you ever
taken a picture
of the crescent moon,
only to find that
you'll never catch
the unfolding
mysteries,
the brilliant
light,
the unwavering
loyalty
of that moment?

That's how I feel
when I try to
write poems
about you.

She told me "when you love you give your all" and I don't know if that is good or bad. You see eventually I will have given every piece of me away but I'm hoping she's the last one and I hope I can say forever like I truly mean it, but that's the thing I never know when someone's is being sincere. She said "you live in the moment but your slowly falling to pieces. You can't live on the hope that it will be okay you have to know it will be"

I did dream of you before first light of day
that together we laid
arm in arm holding each other close
spent from our love making

We watched from under covers
watched the sun call morning
and upon the table by the window
red roses did appear

Making love to you
is all I ever want to do
to be your love forever
on pillows of feathers

Hoping this dream comes to fruition
wanting you as my sweet commission
for the beauty I see in you is unique
you would make my life complete  

Summer rains do fall
as I think of you
then suddenly I wake
knowing my soul you do take


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

What it is to be numb
Creep inside my mind
I live for the moment
To see the color of your eyes once more
The struggles they hide
Those sorry eyes

I never meant to harm
But the battles lost on bare arms
A war without a victor
Synchronized... We pull the trigger

But I forgot the way your lips felt and I'm
Sickened by the absence of your laughter
My attempted fix was all too late
Our days of being something great
When you gave me all you had
I just wanted to give something back
But being something to someone,
And coming up short
And emptied out heart I was never enough
Realizing that this was going to be tough
Backing down to leave room for someone else to take my place
Quick, painless to leave without a trace

Some call it treason
My actions without reason
Turned away on what once was
I never wanted to be the cause

You needed closure
Now I'm one step closer
To find an answer dreaming
Useless misunderstood meaning
Insomniacs do they dare
Sleep is but a begged nightmare

An explanation, darling
For this life, we're just learning
A method to my madness, dear
raw open wounds, decisions unclear
Neglect and shots from the cannon
Love wrecked and abandoned

I can't bear to be the tear from your eye
Honest I've tried
The damage is done
And sometimes wish that I was gone
I hope you find her out there
She'll be able to prove, show love, show care
The girl who can mend your stubborn heart
she'll treat you as you are, a work of art

And how does one recover
If it effects you everyday
And you can't take back the things you did
Or the things you had to say

I don't see how I'll ever breathe easy
Becoming a monster so beastly
Days and weeks without feeling sober
Wishing for the day this will all be over
I want to detach myself from this life
A silent night, suicide

A plain stone
On a beautiful shore.
Scratches scored
Across
Telling tales of battles won
And lost.
Weathered by winds
And tossed aside by
The seas.
Trod on by heavy boots.
Some see gray.
Some see silver.
Part of a collection.
The sole collection.
The rare common stone.

I think the subject which will be of most importance politically is Mass Psychology... Its importance has been enormously increased by the growth of modern methods of propaganda. Although this science will be diligently studied, it will be rigidly confined to the governing class. The populace will not be allowed to know how its convictions are generated.