Anger.  Hurt.
      Confusion.  Shock.

Detachment from awareness, I was vulnerable.
The Dark Place was able to shake me again.

"Darkness cannot survive in the presence of light."

I was fearing a disturbing reality
until the salvation of light pulled stronger.

Your soul, my soul, manifesting connection in light.
You are light in my life; light in my life is you.

Never again will I see the moonlight reflected in your eyes,
But looking to the sky, the moon and starts have a new luminosity.

And one again
The beautiful liar
Has deceived the fool

But this time
It was I
Who was the fool

And you are
By no means
Beautiful

this is the problem, you see. i hate orange flavoured things, but don't mind the fruit or the colour itself. i despise chocolate flavoured items as well, but will never complain if a whole bar fell into my lap. i cannot decide if it is the simple idea of disliking the watered down version of the original thing that irks me the most, or if it is something more. perhaps it is the very thought of a half truth - an illusion, if you may - that disgusts me, because these things will never be as good as the real, original item to me. you are the same, i have realised; years of sporadic vanishing and reappearing have not wavered my feelings for you, and all the people i have tried to replace you with pale in comparison.

i might be capable of lying to everyone around me, but i cannot do it to myself or you. the funny thing is that you know this, as much as i know it too. for we are vulnerable as we are broken, and somehow deep down in the darkness where we sink we are guided by the same light, which always brings me back to you, and you to me.

-

"how have you been?"

i miss you in ways i cannot even begin to describe. i miss you the way sleep lingers in our eyes as the dawn breaks, and i miss you when our song comes on. i miss you the most when the storms arrive or when a joke is made and i turn around expecting to see your accompanying smile, but meet empty air.

the truth is, i'm lost. i miss you completely, terribly, unbelievably so, and it eats at me every single day.

"just fine."

i put on the biggest smile i can muster and walk away.

(A.H.Z)

they never tell you that people come with invisible labels that read 'i will hurt you at some point' and growing up, you eventually realise that everyone has this label, including yourself. because even though you cannot see it or consciously realise it, at some juncture of your life you have wounded another. you might not have meant it, or maybe you did, but the truth is that more often than not we end up hurting the people we care for and try to protect the most.

you will come to a point in your life where you discover that you cannot protect people from yourself, and from thereon you have two choices; give up on everyone and hide in the comfort of your dark, or take the risk and seek the light. of course, most people end up choosing the latter, simply because even though you will be hurt, at the end of everything love is always worth suffering for.

-

"after all this time and everything he's done to you, it's still him?"

"you can't decipher emotions, and you can't explain love."

(A.H.Z)

the moon graces my face,
in the form of a smile
bright and waning crescent
constellations dot the
back of my mind

you have the sun in your eyes
and the sparks of summer
that reflect into the sky
a smirk; the remains of dawn
are light freckles on your skin

it has been a year or two
since i last smiled at you
or you at me; how time passes
and yet doesn't at all

we are the star-crossed and luckless
the lightning and the thunder
if i was paper, you'd be fire
this love is always for
and against us

(A.H.Z)

It’s never ever gonna happen,
The way you want.

The world works in mysterious ways,
Which we never really understand.

So lets begin the story, don’t let the wait broadened.
The moments spent together, would remain till the end.

That one night
Was a disaster
It rained bullets
I heard many screams

Shattered glass on the floor
Ashes on the ground
Smokes, still swirling
Ammunations scattered everywhere

I will never forget
How horrifying the sight was
How traumatizing the memory is
It was an inevitable event

I saw everything
Collide in front of me
Like showers of black sparks
I watch them, standing still

Bodies falling, lifeless
Bullets firing, soundless
Men killing, merciless
But I am standing here, watching, fearless

She lays the table for six
rushing herself off her dainty feet
all the tableware set in place
table mats made out of lace

The candles have now been lit
to the call of the falling night
from the kitchen she brings
all the treaties of lies

No food is on the menu
no friends will be seated
her name is freedom of speech
and the poor cow is on her own

She flowed against the tide
she told of ******* and lies
now she sits on her ***
and eats peals of broken glass

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

too drunk to blog
allow me to send my inebriated thoughts
ton the temporal lobes which halo your ears
I spend seventeen seconds spending spent time
on times spent wallowing in the too many you're the bests
genesis is failing
genesis is falling upon us
like snowflakes spent forgetting the times we forgot
I forgot to tell you
no matter how drunk I get
I will remember you
so let's regret the forgotten reasons
of reasonable men reasoning the realist responses
of people who forgot to check their phones
for the second time today