See beyond the looking glass
know there are many cities of light
you, just to you, here you go
I give you a all access pass

This is my tribute to you
you the most kind human I have ever met
to you I give the key
only open it on my leaving

By will alone
by will alone
I do in her eyes
keep myself in motion

I don't mind the end
like the first ever time
but I am happy to choose
my tribute to you

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I watch my reflection in the mirror
with my pale blue eyes
watching my lifeless stature in the dark
bones made out of gelatin
and my heart out of fragile glass
that breaks everytime i see myself

My fingertops softly touch my face
Tears keep coming faster
till my waterlines are overflowing
My nails grow sharper
and my fingers cramp
digging holes under my eyes
I want to shatter my bones
And burn my skin to ashes
I want to rip the hair from my scalp
as well as all the pages
filled with frustration
scratching and screaming
I have to be pretty

but the need for it grows
as well as the demons inside my soul

When you ask of me, why poetry
I'm not sure you understand
That it's the center of my universe
The very depth of who I am

The molecules in the air I breath
Oxygen pulsing through the veins
The storm brewing beneath the surface
The pounding of the rain

It's the timeless anticipation
Of the thought that's yet to come
The tearing open of life's seam
The beating of the drum

The first peak of the desert flower
When it feels the gentle touch of spring
The smile in the eyes of a child
And all the joy it brings

The in and out of the tide
In the pulling of the waves
When you ask of me, why poetry
What more is there to say

By the window
Under a purple sky,
I thought I saw a shadow,
But then the lightning
Cracked across so bright.

Music in my ears
Singing about stars and death,
Maybe the rains are my tears
And thunder is the sound
Of my heart break.

Another white flash
I look at it lash,
The song now is
About a lonely heart,
I feel myself cringing,
Maybe falling apart.

An uneven poem
Piling up my emotions,
I'd really rather throw them
But I'm not yet insane.

Maybe the rain stopped,
I pause the music;
I was wrong,
The rain falls on.

If the rains are my tears,
Then the lightning
Is the brightness,
That only leads me into
Darkness.

The storm on its own-
My deepest, darkest fears;
If rain does not stop
Neither will my tears.

My fingers are highly charged,
they are itching to gently peel your clothes off,
layer by layer,
very slowly,
to run up and down your spine,
leaving you tingling at their gentle touch,
they want to tickle you,
but that may cheese you off,
what do you reckon?
they are suggesting that my lips reach out to kiss you,
they move up to your face,
they stroke your cheeks so red with passion,
my fingers are quivering,
they're shaking,
as if they're feeling cold,
but they're not,
they're feeling burning hot,
they're sparking and fizzing so much,
you can almost see the sparks,
my fingers want the rest of you,
but they're stopping me writing anymore,
you know why?
Because they want you you to think what you'd like them to do next!
(C) Livvi

left my family
left my job
i'm hungry and the box spring is broken
there's a knot in my back the size of my fist,
but we have love!
except lately it seems that it's not quite enough.
and now here i am,
in my nice shirt and jeans
chain smoking on the porch
waiting for your mom's car to come around the turn
so we can bail you out together.