"hights" poems
extensions to an emotion
grown like branches on a tree,
blooming towards beauty,
further reaching the sky,
touching the blue
with the tip of the flowers.
life, bursting out,
in one way or another.
endurance, the key
a way of living, so to speak
surviving the storm, or adapting to it.
giving the branches strength,
strength to withstand the worst,
only to be given another day
another day to bloom,
another day to grow,
to branch out, thicken and, burst out
into something unexplainable,
rather observable,
reaching out to hights
and depths, simultaneously.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 6:05 PM UTC
My hands are red against my ribs
the skin is marked with purple paint
and I rainbow in the gaps
though I lie motionless
my imagined lips contort
across the destinies of other's
craving shallow touch
each partner a slightly different waist
a different flavor
can these fantastic kisses
**** stars out from my soulfire?
or do they keep alive
my darling sweet desire?
My secret silent practice
my dancing under moon
may turn out to be witches work
and come to haunt me soon
I don't degrade by ************
I do not stoop to ****
But are these moments hights indeed?
Or bleeding cosmos,
love forlorn?
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC
No life Insurance flicks up on the page
do me a favour and put that to bed
for it will cost my family nothing
that time to come, the time I am dead
I have given my body to science
let the would be doctors play with my cadaver
for it was or will be just a shell
a body rotten with a somewhat smell
I have my ticket to the stars
and I will ride the tidal waves of time
for I can spin with mind control
on to the hights of heaven on a silver dime
No life insurance ha ha
for I am already dead
I was taken long ago
so get out of my head
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
By NeonSolaris
© 2011 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Nov 24, 2013
Nov 24, 2013 at 5:35 AM UTC
Laments and shouts
Harsh words and strangled throuts
Slamed doors, hurting doubts...
This is how I will always remember you.
Green irises on blankets of red veins
Fighting, denying, throwing blames
I see you walking before my eyes
Smoking, cursing...then despise
The morbid silence in me,
All the truths I began to see.
Torned,I turn my look around
On these ***** dishes,
My real thoughts will never be found;
My foolish dreams, my childish wishes.
Please, don't wake up now
I'm almost at the door-
On fighting, I've withdrawn.
A thirst for tireness, always for more.
You used to have a spirit
Of glee and perseverance,
That's been long forgotten
In my childhood rememberence.
Life became life...
But you had to stir it!
Stir all its issues with a three-bladed knife
Abandon all the good we had
On departed kites,
Keep ur pride on exorbitant hights,
Which chained my life with no rights
Of change and reabilitation,
My eyes dried of solitude and depression
Since I was born.
You've become a white shadow
In a black mind whose thoughts
Lie in storms.
Aug 15, 2011
Aug 15, 2011 at 8:05 AM UTC
want to know whats worse than being "owned" by someone? knowing that at
any
given
momen
tthat very same person can disown you.
relationships arnt a secruety blanke
ttheyre a tightrope
and im afraid of hights.
why in the world would i want to be in that posistion
to frolick after
one person
out of the BILLIONS of different people
but why would i want to frolick
after anyone?i have myself, my art, my own world
that i love
why should anyone else have the self proclaimed
rightto share my world with me?i dont want to be
that girl
on a mans arm
i dont want to belong to
to have to rely on
anyone.
i dont want someone elses feelings
that responsibility
weighing medown
down
down
into the guilty depths below that tightrope.
Feb 23, 2010
Feb 23, 2010 at 4:08 AM UTC
To wander where the rungs begun
Where all the prose beguiled the sun
And set ablaze the yester years
Leaving old men drying tears
For darkness came and went the same
So all they name would suffer blame
To right the wrong that came about
To sing a song with whisper or shout
Take control and lose the way
Climb the rungs out of the fray
To hights esteemed on day's morrow
A little luck the heart might borrow
And see how green this other side
Where dreams and wishes do collide
For all the prose beguiled the sun
Now I wonder where the rungs begun
Apr 22, 2017
Apr 22, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC
I'm star crossed and kind of lost,
On my way but it's safe to say,
My destination may change,
Like the season do,
And one things true,
I'm still going still going,
Im up stream still down for rowing,
Light guides me,
The one hides me,
From evil and tyranny,
We are only human and thats fine with me,
What is life?
Its the birds chirp and the zebras stripe,
Only together can we reach new hights,
Lets hold hands while we venture the night.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 1:13 PM UTC
We meet and I tremble.
Life shifts and I fit
Perfectly aginst your chest.
You said beautiful things
like lets
And I have never heard things
like the things you said,
in your finger tips.
I trip
and I fall to hard
under sharp stars.
Become aware i'm to far under high bars.
So hate me freely
and while i'm broken
I am not needy
needing is for those who think
beyond brething
I feel to far beyond saving,
fingers tremble
life shifting
I'm shaking
praying to empty space
for day to brake
I am faking,
faigning,
saying to much.
Saying nothing not enough,
thinking, thinking thinging
For me to forget ,
for my own sake
that I loved our lust
the magic the star dust.
the smell of musk and
brown eyes
drowned in rememberance
of soft sigh
the lies laced in
each kiss
and unspoken promises
I'm haunted
by falling stars
by falling stars
put out by an ocean of fears
taste of dissapointent
the falling of tears .
I feel like drowning and counting
on stars to drop
wishing on things
that will let me down
like hope
like hoping to drown.
letting my sarrow hold me
in tight grip
untill tomorrow.
the sun is the only star
I should have clung too,
you were the only one
you are every one
I have ever come undone too.
Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 5:33 PM UTC
Highest hights
lowest lows
sweetest tears
and brightest lights
long before
and miles away
rushing fast
just to get home
yellow dress torn and worn
cast a feminine shadow on the city walls
hair gold and flowing
a beautiful sight being born
this city of dreams
makes me dream
and i only dream
of you...
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 5:01 PM UTC
I've become so numb
to it all
to everyone and everything
around me.
The fear of walking
over a buzzing city street,
has been replaced
by pure thrill.
Life knocks you,
runs you over,
catches you
unexpectantly.
My biggest fear of
hights.
Falling from miles above,
seems so dull
to the numbness
in me.
Grey clouds,
thunder,
scattered raindrops,
resembles all
I have to offer.
Far beyond my mourning period
and deep inside
this hole.
The loud bangs,
the thoughts deafening.
Grey clouds,
thunder,
scattered drops,
resembles
what i have to offer.
Nothing but numb...
That's all i am.
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 6:37 PM UTC
The sativas my tie to new hights. When the meds in the head life is right. Light up the J, that mind bending haze. So high existence is futile, finally freed from this daze. Dank so loud, great nuggets of fame. I'm as green as the leaf in my piece. Mid morning snack, afternoon delight. hits from the **** puts me to zzz's.
Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 7:01 PM UTC
was five years ago
the 26th day in feb
i wasn't looking for love and I ment what I said
you would come you would go
and id try to forget
but soon you consumed
all the thoughts my head..
we first began talking
and i must confess
i wasn't going to give up
untill you said yes
was only thinking off me
at first when we met
all the others before left me full of regret
4 relationships in 8 years
what you expect
constantly trying
feeling mentally wrecked
but it's all over now
so I look back and reflect
I know your confused
I'm hot and I'm cold
but must put myself first
and remain in control
if im in doubt
then you must be told
because I really cant take,
more mistakes to unfold
but we both took things slow
as we got to know
each other better
we started to grow
there would be so many hights
some unbearable lows
but if we didn't meet
I know just where I'd be
so I want you to know
its my life that I owe..
now i reilise
there must be trust and compromise
and I do apologise
for all the secrets and the lies
all the times iv made you cry
when I look into your eyes
and see your faith in me has died
I mean it when I say....
baby i do apologise
I love you so much darlin for all that you done
you have given me a life
and you have given me my son....
you are an amazing mother
to our perfect little boy
and when we found out you were pregnant
how it filled me up with joy
and il never forget them 9 months
and what you went through when you carried
and I really cannot wait untill that date
that we get married
to love and to cherish untill death do us part
forever and always
you will never leave my heart
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 7:29 AM UTC
From among the mountains,
A road to climb beyond the heavens above, is starlit,
A bridge of stars connects the sky, where no darkening clouds even dare to reach this scenery, yet my vision is clouded, for I cannot grasp the events of what is occuring undearneath me,
If this earth were to shake I am sure I would be unaware of it,
Until I were to step down from this wondrous dream of an illusion without any pain or hardship, a mirage of a lifeless landscape,
Air so thin it takes your breath, silently, relentlessly,
Trees embrace the mountainside alike a span of green sleeves,
I am sure, the noise of life is what is embracing me once I am at the lowest point, as the scent of blooming flowers spreads throughout the land, though the sunshine might be taken away by the sky if I stay,
So I chose a life in isolation, taking my own voice to watch the prideful light of the morning glow warm my lonesome skin,
Unheard and unseen by anyone, only because of the fear;
That rainclouds could wash away what little happiness I fathom,
Yet, the price for such foolishness deemed itself too high,
As I lost vision, of what else is beautiful,
The cycle of life.
~ Umi
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 4:05 AM UTC
Do you write it on a paper
With black ink
That doesnt bleed
Slip it into your pocket as you walk away from me
Do you shout it from the highest rooftops that touch the clouds or the balconies that stand before you towering those frightening hights
With a voice so fragile it
Can break like stained glass
And a roar so loud
It's heard in every crevice of the land
Do you type it out
With taps of your nimble fingers
Urgent like the constant need to tell
Press send, shut the door, and throw away the key
How do you tell
With a whisper just before you get whisked to sleep
Gentle and soft like the tip of a feather
But passionate like the brush of an artist
How do you tell
Do you write poems that elude to the words
The feelings that burn and beg for release
The skips that my heart does everytime I see you
Do you write songs
With a treble so high the birds can sing
But a bass so low you feel it thumping with your pulse
Lyrics that trap themselves in your mind so you'd never forget
How do you tell
Do I Trace it out on your side
When we lie together at night
While the crickets are chirping
And Mars so bright and red glowing like a lantern in the night
How do you tell
In days where I get these constant reminders like shocks to the arm
Or months where I think of the worse and it yanks me by my feet at night
What about years when everything is bliss and your there to protect me
I can't hold it in
But I can't let it out
its like an
Ulcer on my side
It burns and itches
when I am with you
I want to pick at it and will it away
I want to douse it in water
To scratch till it bleeds out
Spread aloe vera and nurture it to health
Please write the book with happy endings to make your heart swoon
Write that book that I leave on my night stand dresser because I read it so much
Write the songs that get stuck in my head and I listen to on repeat
Paint the canvas that we will hang on our bedroom wall with every color on the spectrum
Paint that canvas to remind me there is never a dull moment with you
Choose a chord with melodies as sweet as peaches and humming bird hum
I need to know
How to tell you I'm in love with you
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 7:20 PM UTC
I lifted up my soul
and cried
Take Me
for I long to go where the wind blows
I cried
Take Me
to see the birth of rainbows
But there are no glory Hights
without the woeful Lows
So Take Me
away into the hollows of the night
And teach Me
to spin these shadows into light
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 12:59 AM UTC
Love often reminds me that I'm not afraid of hights
or falling -
but I'm afraid of what will happen
the moment
my body hits the ground
Feb 9, 2018
Feb 9, 2018 at 5:01 AM UTC
How I spell
"Love"?
I hide my every alphabet
Within you.
We learn to burn our old
Preferences.
Enough gentle winds turn
Puddles into
Cavities.
I thank the grounds for not
Being levelled out
For once.
Not scared of hights any
More; I grunt when your feathers
Tickle my nose.
Godlessness.
Church is my mouth upon
You.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 7:22 PM UTC
the unyielding flame roars alive, my body consumed
i look forward my resolve born a new once again
i look at this world with fresh hope and fresh zeal
once again i rise for in all of us lays a hero
i feel the call to rise up and to display my might
but alas in a world where people follow foolish ideas
not knowing the harm they cast with an innocent smile
yet again and again i shall rise to any ocassion nothing can repel
these flames i hold dear
i wish to be this worlds ally and in that i may become its greatest enemy
as the battle rages againa nd again in my mind i cannot find a sutiable tactic
and that is fine as long as my resolve stays strong i cannot be defeated
i shall power this world with a zeal unknown and most hidden
for when your darkest day comes call upon the tide of battle and i will show
for a hero is always late to battle
i may be villianised and attacked yet i will not yield i mustnt ever yield!
i will face anything that you cannot, i will not allow my heart to harden.
my heart will be my shield and although it will be beaten again and again
i will not be hisheartened i shall continue to rise to new hights
my path may not be of joy, however i will make it better for others i promsie so
allow me to bear your burdens, leave then behind and proceed i shall clear the way
my armour may be damaged my sword may have become dull but i will not yield
nothing shall place fear within me, nor shall i allow it to you
for those who cast harm upon this world i shall not permit it
for in the end i shall become a hero within this world
for a man like me there is no heaven because challenge is the prize i want
universe as your servant allow me to grow continuiously do not let my journey end
for when the final liberation comes i will return and although my mind may be wiped clear
my heart and my core will not change i am and forever will be a knight
and with that i peldge undying support
so now is the time to rise to take a stand to do what is right
for all things must face the light to grow, so grow with me brothers and sisters
i shall not leave any behind, but i will take the lead
for together we can cast what is right and in my death when it arrives
people will not have the right to say no hero existed
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 2:21 AM UTC
This one is silent
Like an unfelt unexpected apologie
Honestly cold and safe from
Treacherous feeling
This one is dull like
A conversation with too many
Words never to be spoken
Or the black hole in the chest
Ever expanding
This one is to be sipped
As it unfolds
Into our memory
As metamorphosis
That knew not her true face
This one is beyond limits
Beyond definitions fluctuating
Endless continuum between
The depths and hights
Fearful and admiring of them both
This one is about
One that will never be
Because it is
And tomorrow will be another day
This one is about
you
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 8:39 PM UTC
The one you love
so passionately
Is coming like the wind
Leaving you behind with
just a breeze....
till we meet again
Oh take me wind
along with you
to great hights let me fly
Let me lay down in your
breath
Gaze deeply in my eyes.
Let me be your sea my love
The force behind your force
That’s what love is supposed
to be....
Oh secret love of mine!
Shell ✨🐚
Mar 17, 2021
Mar 17, 2021 at 8:25 AM UTC
The bird is thankful
For each new day
To fly away.
Again .
To new hights.
Shell✨🐚
Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 8:17 PM UTC
If we were on a canvas;
I. Ocean blue greys in heavy handed strokes,
Bleed into a green of sun lit canopies .
Burnt umber and soil with quick wristed flecks of something like the yellow of thick honey
Intermingling over deafening white, the colors collide messily but not unintentionally
Not oil, not acrylic, not even water color .
Rather something made truly of these very things,
Ocean depths and hurricane hights, black tire marks burnt into cement and the mud that squishes beneath bare feet. The colors of momentary bliss . Unapologetic and unraveling.
II. Dust collects heavily on a lustrous and listless painting , dimly lit in an empty gallery.
Only my fingertips disturb the sediment of dust and salt, the face of these colors only haunt me .
And those who remember seeing it look sadly apon me and tell me only; that there are more muses in this world than one.
III. You're somewhere doing something ,
But no matter what satisfaction is gained
You know there is no recreation of those hughs,
And a piece of you too mourns the capability to finish the art set in place by fate and choice.
If we were on a canvas , we would be hidden in lonely parts of eachother, because whatever we made this of is stained into our skin no matter how hard their loving hands try to cleanse them .
We are the very mess we create.
Unapologetic.
Unraveling.
Undeniably human.
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 2:49 PM UTC
Even in the dark blue light
My thoughts still drip in red
As this passion is consumed
The tides rise ahead
Even in the blackest hours of the night
There’s a beacon of hope up there
Blinking in its yellow glow
Something to keep me aware
But some things are not to be heard
Or to be seen in the raw daylight
I draw no lines between exhaustion and devotion
My sins are not so big in the dark
If they keep us enclosed, I won't mind
Close, rising, then crashing from hights
Cracking walls between realities
Cliffs next to the water, breaking outside
I know this is far from love
But it’s close enough, somehow
If I’m the fire that burns in red
You’re the fireplace that contains my light
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 9:45 AM UTC