The true insanity is giving
worship.
To every blinking light and
exposure.
As an infinitesimal thing.

I know when I am going to write
I start to shake with anticipation
so I sit down and just let it out
the sweet convexities of my art

The corrugations line by line
the interlace of feelings to words
sometimes with masculine intent
without any dappled conformities

I have no choice but to continue
being the narcissistic kind
so I will write with love and pain
with smiles and tears, line by line

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Everything I say, I don't just say for me.
Or because I think it matters more than what others say.
Or so that I can get in your pants.
Or to make myself feel better.

Everything I say, I don't just say because I'm sad.
Or because I think you're sad.
Or to make a philosophical point.
Or so I can make you love me.

Everything I say, I say because if I don't, I'll die.

I haven't cried
Since that night at the end of August
When we popped bubbles and first kissed

But I've wanted to cry
Pretty much ever since

I sometimes wish I hadn't popped
Quite so many bubbles that night
Because I've really missed the thrill
Of a tiny little third grade crush
And I've really missed the person
Who's really "just" my best friend

I think lately I've been blowing more bubbles
Than I've been popping