How terrifying,
a boat ashore,
waiting to take us,
away from war.

How terrifying,
we want to be,
taken away,
far into the sea.

How terrifying,
the ocean parts,
submerging knees,
and drowning hearts.

How terrifying,
the river starts,
pebbles hop,
for yards and yards.

How terrifying,
the boat fights,
the loneliest of dawn,
the darkest of night.

How terrifying,
in the midst of this,
my heart crushed
into tiny little bits.

How terrifying,
fear consumed bliss,
as I lean over,
for one more kiss.

How terrifying,
my eyes torn,
to finally find,
you indefinitely gone.

Have you killed with an apple
have you destroyed with a corer
could you deem to be a true warrior
that's the terrifying reality of war

Would you and could you do the numbers
to claim another bar on your ginger beer lapel
do you think you could in any light year
know the terrifying reality of war

Please I would like to sign your name
here you, ***** blood on the dotted line
come on you mothers of ******
see the true terrifying reality of war

Have you been involved in friendly fire
would captivity be your desire
then be a hero to settle a score
as that is the terrifying reality of war

I am ready, and I wonder if are you
or with your kin, hide in old husband's shoes
know where I go is rather *******
this truly is the terrifying reality of war


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris

© 2013 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)

The moon smiles down on me
Stars winking with a unique light
The wind dances with my hair
And I feel alive again

My voice rises on the wind
I let the laughter in, as I dance around
Feeling so unlike me, and in the sound
I feel like I can live here forever

The up and down roller-coaster
It's loving every second you have
It's terrifying, exhilarating, intoxicating
It's the thrilling ride of life

It's like living a dream
It's like the sun shines just for me
It's terrifying, exhilarating, intoxicating
It's the thrilling ride of life

It's been so long since I've felt like this
I've been beat when I'm down
I feel like I've been pushed around too long
And I finally stopped taking the crap

I stood up, I'll shout out
Nothing you say can keep me down
You're not welcome anymore
If all you do is tell me where I fall short

I was passive, I was meek
I used to take all the crap
I never let my hurt show
I'm taking charge to let you know

I'm not that girl anymore
I'm finally finding me
She's strong, and unafraid
And I'm not going back to who I used to be
Because I love me.

The up and down roller-coaster
It's loving every second you have
It's terrifying, exhilarating, intoxicating
It's the thrilling ride of life

It's like living a dream
It's like the sun shines just for me
It's terrifying, exhilarating, intoxicating
It's the thrilling ride of life

And now that I've finally found me
I hope that you can hold on to her
Because if you can't she'll be gone
And after all this I hope you see

I'm me, and I love it
It's time that I show it
I love, and I know it
It's everything I ever want to be

And if you don't like me
Then go find someone new
This girl sure don't need you
I hope that's something you see

The up and down roller-coaster
It's loving every second you have
It's terrifying, exhilarating, intoxicating
It's the thrilling ride of life

It's like living a dream
It's like the sun shines just for me
It's terrifying, exhilarating, intoxicating
It's the thrilling ride of life

And the ride will move on
With or with you there
Because I'm me

When a piece of the mind becomes attached to that part of our body,
It is a terrifying thing.
To long in your heart for the ******* time of your life,
Is a terrifying lust.
To have to tell yourself,
You deserve more than that....

And yet not care because all you can feel is the absence of the Flames,
Not yet dancing on the tip of your tongue.

It is a terrifying thing.

Your name is the loveliest word
I've ever said. In my life
I've never known someone like you.
Your aura is a quilt
that I could spend all day in
if you'd let me.
I think the chances of me meeting
another you are absurd
and I find the whole idea
to be terrifying.
I could make so much room
for you in my heart.

"My mouth hasn't shut up about you since you kissed it. The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn't stopped thinking about you since, well, before any kiss. And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back. The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree."

In the digital l-and
We l-ive in
Mistakenly automatic
One pointing at a chest of tools
Eyes on i
No soul can tell a part a weakling metal


Robots robbing robbers rich
T-error terrifying t-errorists
Artist gods and goddesses
Sharing platform to unleashed gifts


Mint hue bubbles squeak
Fizzy dizzy violet haze
World head to toes spins
Any day it spins coins in change


A quiet girl is sinister
Siren of mystery or future
Robot is your mirror
Peach chin with teeth filter
No innocence and glitter litter
Guilty until proven the latter


A quiet girl a terrorist
Error mouths terror twist
Terrorist from the orient
They hide in between every end
Disguises they cover in
Racist as problem solving


Smile girl watch
A fake smile and eyes
Skin of steel so is her
Heart made alloy
How it blazes to the touch when heated
Oh it bites fingertips as it's cold
Hair resting on the curve of her spine
A woman's hair only breaks if it tries to grow


What she said
Tell me if you can tell us a part
Warning tears borne from her crooked eyes
Robot and soul
Terrorists from t-errorists
No soul knows either
Tattoos or memory shall identify you

Terrifying are the attent sleek thrushes on the lawn,
More coiled steel than living - a poised
Dark deadly eye, those delicate legs
Triggered to stirrings beyond sense - with a start, a bounce,
a stab
Overtake the instant and drag out some writhing thing.
No indolent procrastinations and no yawning states,
No sighs or head-scratchings. Nothing but bounce and stab
And a ravening second.

Is it their single-mind-sized skulls, or a trained
Body, or genius, or a nestful of brats
Gives their days this bullet and automatic
Purpose? Mozart's brain had it, and the shark's mouth
That hungers down the blood-smell even to a leak of its own
Side and devouring of itself: efficiency which
Strikes too streamlined for any doubt to pluck at it
Or obstruction deflect.

With a man it is otherwise. Heroisms on horseback,
Outstripping his desk-diary at a broad desk,
Carving at a tiny ivory ornament
For years: his act worships itself - while for him,
Though he bends to be blent in the prayer, how loud and
above what
Furious spaces of fire do the distracting devils
**** and hosannah, under what wilderness
Of black silent waters weep.

These photos are a gateway to my memories;
They're the only remnants of things I no longer see:
The twinkling stars at the peak of twilight;
The terrifying tales around a campfire so bright,
The heart melting gaze of my new born brother,
The crash of waves as I build a sand castle with my mother.
And although they are torn and hard to see,
These photos are a gateway to my memories.