I stood at the beach head
where swirling sands told me to go
but on the beach, how sweet
were the children of Eve
they smiled and giggled
and I could not deny them life

No matter the sky seeing
I hold back the sky beings
not fair that I do now die
just to save you from sin
yet I hold them
and truly love them

I care not for me
for I am a fool
a monkey of a old world
that claims light
climbing in clamber
to a new sweet sullied day

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

He held my hand and whispered -
So softly in my ear,
That when the night is old,
Youthfulness would reappear.
Youthfulness? I questioned.
He nodded carefully.
Said when the morning light is new
Youth would come for me.
I waited for the dawn to wake,
Waited sullenly;
And watched the moonlight dancing,
As it crept amongst the trees.
The moon had ceased it's shining.
It had hid behind a cloud,
And the man began his sighing
Waiting for the sun to come around.
I looked towards the hills
That wandered in the East
And counted every minute
That I had dared to keep.
He squeezed my hand so tightly
My wrinkles all bunched up,
Said don't you worry darling,
The light will soon erupt.
And so there was the sun,
The hills had hid so long.
They had kept the colors,
Holding back their song.
The youthfulness was here now.
I cried until I knew,
That youthfulness was only
For the morning that woke anew.

.
the ocean
.
the dawn
.
surrounding
.

i don't need photos to
remember you;
you are burned
onto my
heart

i'd rather you hold
my heart too tightly
than not at
all

I don't know about you,
but I love watching the sunrise

washing my sheets
changing them, and watching the puppy
search for the old smell,
roll around in the new one

I adore seeing orange and blue
intertwine in the sky

I think it's funny,
listening to my mother scream
over fries, because I know I can
make her laugh again if I'm patient

I think hair is beautiful,
when it's wild and free
not held down by the millions of chemicals

I take in the moments when there is a hurricane
no one drives past my house during these times
so I lay in the road until I hear trees begin to crack
and sit under the carport, letting the rain brush me

I love spending all day,
writing quotes down in a notebook
reading poems and thinking
about inspiration, why they chose
the words they did

I love the bonfires on summer nights
because no matter how far you get from the fire,
you stay warm

I am grateful I can walk through the forest
jump over streams
and climb the trees

I admire the way smoothies taste
when you have a bad hangover
(or at any other time too)

I love to run until my feet turn red
because I love to watch the world
fly by me, and know that it is endless

I could probably list and list
go on forever
because I think they're all wonderful