Every day I sit down and begin to open my soul;
I bleed out onto the paper in ink; feelings becoming less whole.
But oh, what a beautiful release from within.
The secrets are out, no longer buried beneath my skin.

there comes a point in time when they are no longer your lover, no more than a friend, and it doesn't hit you until you begin to tell them how you forgot again to turn the lights off before bed, or that you saw their mother at the store, and it's then that you realize it's better to bite your tongue and keep moving on.

Where did you go,
Barefoot and mysterious.
The storm of fate
Has brought me to the heat of your arms.
Why don't you say
What you cannot admit.
Will you let the air just do away with it?
Do not be afraid;
These whispers of feelings.
I'm listening to you.

The man is swimming
Under the cool stream
Love at first sight

The level of betrayal
Hit me on multiple levels
Beyond the shadows,
Was it the Devils kiss
Those moonlit craters,
in the gallows,
That created those layers
In the mountains of the Himalayas,
Will they ever tell us,
The secrets lost within those meadows
Flourishing down at base camp.
Flying those false flags in eminence,
whilst were sentenced in the highlands.

Hidden haters,
Camouflaged in winter colours,
the mesa range
a inhabited massif,
A hint of frostbite,
That in hindsight could cost lives,
of those trapped beneath the icy nights.

The snowfall is just drop of ice,
Stinging the eyes of those blinded
by the shards of glass icicles in the avalanche.
A ridge away from the mountain range safety nets.
Disrespected tor of mother natures indignation.
Only the indigenous survive.

Yet in the flames of exasperation,
In the footsteps of evanesce,
A liquesce renders the snow storm useless,
as the sun melts the inundation of the snow slide.

An aubade ray takes over the landscape,
oxidating snowflakes one by one like a machine guns wake.

The temperate rise coincides with the rise of hope within the atmosphere.
The patterns clear and the same mistakes will be made over and over again
until the atmosphere is damaged so severe;

The sun itself will cry a tear.

The girl with her nose bleeding faints

she has been at that so called nose candy

the rush she says is mind blowing

but she doesn't  look like she is glowing


The chap in a dark corner, proceeds to strap up

he grins as there he jacks himself up

this gig is getting rather heavy

their health will be payment, the levee


Some guy took acid an hour go

now he thinks he can fly

he's hanging out of the bathroom window upstairs

people are trying to stop him, but he turns on them with a venomous glare


Just another day in drug town

just another empty high

all are waiting here for something

but they are all too off their faces to know why



By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris