Stopping time I step out of winter
and in the mist of a summers morn
I check my time machine
she has done me proud 1877, yes
she is such a good girl

I have come here to meet someone
someone very special to me
a old friend of mine
another master of time
another lord now retired

I walk up his garden path
he's empathic like me
yet I don't have the luxury  
I mean just look at that
he has one great retirement home

It's cloaked to humans
we don't splash it about in that way
and as I walk into his hallway
*******, good grief
he has as many clocks as me

He greets me with the words
oh hello, I knew you were coming
and.. would you like a cup of tea
we have business to talk about
so now sorry old chaps I'm shutting the front door


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

I feel too much to contain
I won't let you know
Friends
Friends who do this
Because we can't do anything else
So I do this
Hoping fearing
One day you will find this
Find me

I take a deep breath
It's too fast
I'm not slowing down
Because  I  l o v e  y o u
Words I have been angry at
But now they apply
You laugh
I roll my eyes
You lure me without doing a thing
Your sad sappy glance
The secret kiss when you leave me
And go into an unknowing
Reality
The smell of your
Chest. Your lips. Your hair.
I look at every part of you
The way you pull me in
The way your lips form simple words
The way your eyes get soft
As you take me in too

I sleep
Content and fearless
Because In that moment
The world does not exist
Just us
Just your grasp on my waist
Just every little thing about you
Tearing my heart apart
As I look at you
And I can't tell you

Scraping its way up my throat
A scream that needs to be muffled
But instead I force it to
Into my heart

The anger it will be stored
And added to my collection
A ticking time bomb
Of moments of realization
That the world is unfair
And you are not welcome in mine

I let these feelings brew
Because if I let them out
Ten times that amount
Will find their way back
Into my heart

I know I love you because
When I'm not thinking of you,
The way your mouth is shaped
When you're confused
The way your tongue dances
When you laugh
The way your shoulders move
When you run towards me,
I feel broken

Why would the grass
Smell so sweet in the spring
Why would the sun
Shine with so much similarity
To your eyes
If you weren't mine

My heart has long stopped caring
About life's little trials
And is now
Completely broken for you
So, yeah, I know I love you

I am a pit
You left me an emotionless object
All my life
Is gone
All my confidence
Is gone
All of my will
Gone

My reason to smile at little things
The constant subconscious beaming
The sweet smelling secrets
****** out of me
With a vengeful heartless twist
Of the sharpest dagger of all
The words that I swore
Would never be formed from your lips
That once loved me so tenderly
Or so I thought

I find myself driving at night
Fighting a war
But then I realize
I'm a pit

Remember when I laid in bed
with tears running down my cheeks;
The pain was too much to handle, because how could the sun shine without you next to me?
Or when I would drive at night
Drifting toward your neighborhood;
Looking for a distraction from the constant reel of memories of things that never would?
Or when I saw you never cared
not even from the start?
You don't because you're back;
you seem to think you've never harmed me when I'm still torn apart.

Will I ever be more to you than a piece of flesh and bone? Will you ever see that I loved you. I loved you.
I l o v e d you.

I can’t remember
why I laughed six months ago
at a joke on the back
of an apple juice carton

(It said something about winter)

I can’t remember
why you laughed six months ago
why it made my veins glow warm
why I let you thumb my cheek
why I let you sleep in my bed
why I did not sleep next to you
why I laid down on a mattress across
why I still let you call me “yours”

(You never said anything about love)

I hate girls with irises like
the shade that encompasses the heavens above
directly after a ravaging storm
one that beats like a drum on the drums of our ears
threatening to take away our ability to hear that beat
but never once threatening to disallow us the feeling

I hate girls with laughs like
the sweet notes that Wolfgang coaxed
from a line of slender white bars
to carry them onto thickly drawn black bars on parchment
so as to force them into his service; though they never once
dared do anything but sing, not a single time daring to
utter a flat or sharp twang

I hate girls with charm so
alluring that it crawls into my nervous system
exquisitely, beautifully sating
so absolute, so concrete, so stinging
so fantastically intoxicating
and so irrevocably bestowed
that they are all I can write my words about