I put on the cologne you left at my house
A dab on my sleeve
I've been holding it to my nose and thinking of you
You were my everything
and with each bitter sweet scent comes a bitter sweet memory
I loved you
Even when you just love my body
Or what you left it
I hate myself
with out you
You were this other half of me that was completed and I was always so happy and I know that people say you can't fall in love at a young age
But I did
I feel in love at 13 and I miss you
You are locked away for the next 22 years
you already served one year
and what the **** I miss you

Let me sleep under the burning moonbeam
I want you to be the last I see
Before I close my dead tired eyes
Let me close my EYES
Let me sleep
T O N I G H T
Put a bullet straight through my head
Toss me on top of the bed
In the land of Bedfordshire
I rest my tired bones
Bones that caressed you
Loved you
Cared for you

Are you still capable of the love you once shown?
Let me drink a cup of ***
Just ONE
One more ***
Let me smoke the weeds
The witness to your ***** deeds
Your mouth, full o lies
Explode
****
Dynamite

Your skin, stone cold
Cold and numb
**** this cruel world
How can one be ever that dumb?
To love you like this
And torture me to grits I cannot endure
AU REVOIR
That's all I could say
Darling, I wish I'd stay
But I want to go home now
So please let me sleep
Before you let me drown

Sometimes I feel like a shadow, merely
flowing through the background,
affected by light and dark and not
really
changing anything.
Sometimes I feel like a
supporting actor,
unimportant
though I'm writing the script.
Sometimes I pretend to believe
in something greater,
just to make the day pass
with a little less friction.
Sometimes I write sad poems
about things I don't really believe
just to pass the time between classes.

WHAT IS A MAN WITHOUT A WOMAN BUT A HALF A MAN.WHO WOULD SET HIS TIE KNOT BETTER THAN HIS WOMAN?
WHO WOULD BE HOME READY TO WELCOME HIM WITH A KISS AND A HOT MEAL? WHO FINDS HIS MISPLACED KEYS AND HELP HIM DRESS WITH *** APPEAL?
WHO IS HIS SUPPORT AND INSPIRATION IN TIMES OF EXAM OR ELECTION? WHO WIPES HIS STRESS AWAY GIVING HIM SWEET AND TENDER LOVE SATISFACTION?
WHO GETS UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT TO CALM THE BABY’S CRIES? HIS OTHER HALF, HIS LADY, HIS QUEEN, THE MOTHER OF HIS CHILD. SHE WILL FOREVER MAKE HIM FEEL VIRIL AND WHOLE, THE MAN IN CHARGE, THE FATHER OF HER CHILD.

How many times have I
how many times have I changed
how fluid is time when you change
back to the union of body and soul

The rush of death proceeds me
as angels fall to their knees
sing do they to me
in a most mighty requiem

Another transformation does come soon
I will miss my old self
but I know for a fact
that I will enjoy the new

The pig is out his pen
the cat is out of the bag
the barn door is open
for here comes the change in me


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris