"lilia" poems
There is a hole in the window and
in the evenings the
sun slinks back to earth,
the hole flutters pathetically in
the wind. There is no more
energy in the air, and outside—
outside is gray.
The brick walls are crumbling
into dust that is ingested,
readily. Lilia braids
your hair again as you stare
at nothingness, holding back tears.
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC
It was in december when they came for her
she had been coming home in her Volkswagen car
there was a flash of light on her windscreen
and then from the drivers seat she was gone
Why they took her I will never know
four years later she did make a show
her face was ashen and her dress was in tatters
and she was gibbering like a mad hatter
She told us she had been taken
told us to the highest heaven and deepest of hells
we looked up at the skies after that
after the unfortunate taking of Lillia Bell
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 2:31 AM UTC
You know how it is
Lilia said
you go to a party
and there's guys there
and *****
and loud music
and you want
to have a good time
and let your hair down
and feel alive
and young and well
you know be there
and make a noise
over the music
and some guy
offers you a drink
and says
you new here?
and you say
no I've been around about
18 years
and he laughs
or pretends to hoping
he may get lucky later
and laughs
and eyes you
and you smile
that smile girls give
and he walks off
and you look around
to see if your friends
are there yet
and they're not
and so you go find a seat
somewhere you can watch
and not stand around
like some *****
and sip the drink
the guy got you
and it's *****
you suppose
and you sip it
although its warm and yucky
and then a friend comes in
with her boyfriend
the one who looks
a bit of all right
and you wouldn't
have minded yourself
but can't move on him
because she's
your best friend
and so she comes over with him
and says hello
and talks to you
and you are looking at her
and smile as she talks
but it's him you look at
over her shoulder
and he's standing there
blue-eyed
and he's sort of moving
to the music
and his head is going
from side to side
and your friend says to the guy
go get us some drinks
and one for Lilia too
and so the guy goes off
and you watch him go
his hips and his body
and talk to her
but it is him you want
and dream she's gone off
with some other
and he's all yours
and you imagine there's room
and bed upstairs
in this big house
of a friend of a friend
and hope to use it
to no good end.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 2:47 AM UTC
Where is the place where the numbers begin to change?
Tell me why the small of my back is the only open space
The place where hands find themselves
Hands dance fine lines
Hands dance intertwined
Hands in tangled hair
Hands open to fill the gaping spaces in the air
Hands changing numbers
Hands changing names
Where is the place where the numbers begin to change?
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 12:20 AM UTC