"silents" poems
No words can describe my feelings for you.
You know how to make me happy.
Put a smile on my face.
I don't know what it is.
Something about you is just so
addicting.
Is it your smile that melts me.
Your nose that fits perfectly next to mine,
as you plant a kiss upon my lips.
The wonderful kisses you give me,
randomly, passionately, but delightful.
Your perfect eyes that just look into mine.
The way they look when I catch you
staring at me.
You say so many word
in silents.
Could it be my heart
pounding rapidly
every time I see you.
Or is it your cute bear hugs
I just cant get over.
Squeezing you tightly is just amazing.
Having you by my side,
feels like heaven on earth.
Your personality is on the dot.
No word can describe my feeling for you.
You know how to make me happy.
Put a smile on my face.
I don't know what it is.
Something about you is just so
addicting.
Jan 11, 2014
Jan 11, 2014 at 5:25 PM UTC
In the glow of the August moon
when silents falls upon the city
as the chapel bell does chime midnight
I stand by your graveside waiting for you
I hear you pounding within the coffin
hear you're rage, the screams to get out
come my love arise, I call in a dominating tone
and do uncover soil to get to your wooden prison
Lifting the lid of your casket
you just leap into my arms
my love, we will be married soon
in the glow of the August moon
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 7:38 AM UTC
Isolated fog and silents,
The morning brisk,
Dense sunlight from above,
Over casting rays, reflecting
in from out the dusk of rising sunset,
transferring inside our humble abode ,
The tenderness of your body heat,
The radiance of your glowing shine skin,
glistening,
The sculptured body,
That forms beneath the unfurnished sheets,
The gradient, bitten flesh red,
pump lips,
The complexion of perfection of jealousy,
A jaw line precisely traced onto a bare canvas,
Soft faint eyes,
Infatuated,
Oh,
How much it yearns for a delicate touch,
Capturing the sensual moments and gestures,
Making it difficult to contain,
My immoral, dishonest, corrupted,
thoughts,
Motives,
To impurify the innocents,
from the beginning,
I've polluted everything, markings of lust,
Love,
Unfair but
Unregretful,
Unbelievable,
This is mine.
Aug 16, 2013
Aug 16, 2013 at 9:50 PM UTC
Yesterday I asked myself what do young kids do nowadays for fun? I remember Monday through Sunday I would usually play outside like any other kid would.
Riding my bike in a circle in the parking lot even though I didn't have a lot of space for it.
I remember at 6 pm my parents would call me to get back inside and why do you think that?
Because it was dinner time? Or it was getting cold outside?
No, it wasn't anything like that. They warned me to get back inside before the white man came out again.
24/7 wake up calls by loud rambling nonsense, quite honestly I didn't understand a word.
I felt they were words of utter hatred,
The man who stands made
this child stay in silents,
Kept and locked in,
Despite taking combat,
Stood in silences again,
Brought upon the solid impression,
One of white, one of various colors
could not mix, as one it's self,
Permanently engraved onto a young girls brain,
Bind and in vain onto a five years old perspective,
unable to be overlooked,
thrown like a plastic water bottle,
Littered onto a property of mixed color's,
For it is still stuck onto the hands of a white man,
What was his understanding?
At the age of 5 the only colors I knew were from a coloring book, covered in red, blue, yellow, and green. Never knowing color was defined in different meanings,
Soon enough I realized all that is needed is a one-sided answer,
No matter what I forgive the white man.
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
I sat on the white sand
seeing the blue sky surrounded with clouds
feel the breeze gently moving my hair touches my face
feel the water wet my feet
feel the light of sun warm my skin
now, i'm walking on the sand near by the ocean with left traces but then erased by the water
the day i met you has left memory that can not be erase
talked with you is enough for me to cheer my soul
to see the way you laughed
the way your eyes while looking at me
to start to kiss me
the way you hold me warmed and tenderly
the way you walked beside me
deep in my silents i kept what i have felt inside
wish i could give you more
but silents i could only gives to you
My apologize to touched your heart
precious memories will be a part of my life
But if you come back
you realize something has unfinish between us
but silents i could only gives to you
I'm moving forward
deep in my silents i kept what i have felt inside to you
so i'm looking that blue sky and grateful to God
I still have chances to met you
from a distance i wish you all the best
as my pray to you.
~xoxo~
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 12:18 PM UTC
Silents beats.
In rythem of slow dazed clock
Ticking back and forth.
As time frezzes
Every thing motion less
Nothing moving
Except tears with crystal blured reflection
In the gloomed dim sky
The cloock sticks the empty room that
Onced filled with light and life
Now laid the soul of silence to this room
And never had one
Voice
Ever to this room again
Not in
Every in life time
That rebon each year
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 11:10 AM UTC
Loving you is the best thing to do
Rubbing on your thighs
That feeling when im going inside
Your screaming name
**** baby this a shame
The sin we are committing
Oh but it feels so right
Its so tight when we first started it seem like it put up a fight
I can go all night
Baby your not going to have a fright
When i dive in it feels like a swimming pool
Its so good it turns me into a fool
Pulling each others hair
Oh baby this aint fair
The lust in the air
No care what so ever
Passionate lovers oh so clever
The arch in your back
Smiling down while im slapping that ***
The feeling in your legs probably will
never come back
We both hit our ****** and the world slows down to where silents is at its max
So quiet you can hear soft noises of the springs in the mattress
Passion lovers thats what you can call us
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 5:46 PM UTC
*The nights don't lie about the darkness
The nights dont lie about the pain
The nights don't lie about the sadness
The nights don't lie about the curse of humane
Their voices haunts the silents
Their actions ****** the restless.
Their thoughts crucify the preachers
Their sight infiltrates the domain .
They see them
They hear them
They feel them
Still can't do a thing
Still can't do a thing
Hope they find the light
Helping them to conquer the night
Hope they find the path
Helping them to overcome the aftermath .*
Jun 15, 2022
Jun 15, 2022 at 10:32 PM UTC
I've always wanted to hear the bells
Although they never came
Their majestic calming sounds
cuts through the silents, and echos
Waiting and wanting is the hardest
But it's for whom the bell tolls
Feb 28, 2011
Feb 28, 2011 at 4:26 PM UTC
Tells of a silent cry
who would that be
the children out there
mothers crying for the children
to come home
where are they
we are silent without a sound
we cannot speak
for they are quiet without a sound
they cannot speak
there is no voice to hear
they lay silent without knowing
who is in the room
yet they speak with their hands
different way
to unlock the silents
between the world who speaks
loud and clear
yet they are focus by view
seeing things that they can understand
who is silent around you
yet they can read your lips
as you sit with friends and family
gesture are there
we know the silence to who they are
they cry
for the deepness of themselves
yet courage is brave
yet they are silent when they sleep
who would protect them
they became brave on their own
knowing
tells of a silent cry
it change the world around
knowing they speak
with their hands
no one turns away from them
because they cannot hear
or voice out the cords
they are just like us
communication is the positive
out look they reach out
to point us
they are just normal
they can do what we can do
they focus on reality
and fought to believe
in themselves
tells of a silent cry
gave glory to the sun
that shines out their own
way of life
Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 6:40 PM UTC
i hear a sound
i pull my blank over my head
i think to myself the monsters will get me
then mother walks in with a light
she shows me there's nothing there
its all in my head
7 years later
i sit in the back of the classroom
i pull my hoodie over my head
i sit in silents
kids through things at me
calls me names
push me around
and i think to myself
were's mother when i need her to scare away the monsters
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 11:47 AM UTC
"i wish i was here"
i stay to myself.
eyes closed,
mind spinning through film.
i've watched this one so many times,
it's become distorted and worn.
my head hits the pillow.
my heads a cinema,
playing silents films.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 11:55 AM UTC
Shhhh...
whisper with me.
lets break the silents
but respect the guidance it brings.
find the romance and dance together in remembrance of
souls with tiny feet that left our bodies for the times we must grow.
Aug 4, 2022
Aug 4, 2022 at 3:19 AM UTC
What can I say?
I am floating in a cove of pain,
Of forgotten memories and lost quotes,
The silent sobbing no one hears.
Alone in my bed, I am silent.
No one hears the way I weep,
For me, for all of them.
I can no longer remember,
The way laughter truly feels.
I miss laughing until I cried.
Now I just start crying and keep crying.
My face can hold a smile for hours,
Just waiting until its safe to remove it.
What do I do?
I am drifting away from everything, everyone.
I am shutting off my heart,
Closing down my head.
Letting myself fall into the void,
That is easier than feeling.
What could I do?
The numbness keeps me alive.
The feelings would **** me.
Loss,
Misery,
Loneliness,
Suffering,
Regret,
Chaos,
Destruction,
That is all I have.
The numbness takes it away.
Silents the swirl of anxiety.
What do I say?
When asked why I never called,
Never texted,
Never replied.
My mind is complacent.
My phone unimportant,
My life irrelevant.
My soul withered.
Jul 19, 2015
Jul 19, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC
the blue
gray clouds
rolling
in and out of
royal blue sky
nor breaking
their silents
said i
before the
high tides
Aug 3, 2013
Aug 3, 2013 at 4:16 PM UTC
Silents and the beauty of the sea within,
Shinning blue and lack of wind.
The dark of night brings waves of stars,
The moon light I wish was ours,
A fortress of glass from a mysterious past,
Under sea trees call out to me,
Bending and dancing in a non existing breeze,
Beauty is all I see,
In the silents of the under seas.
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 1:53 AM UTC
I am in a hissy ***** mood
burning bridges killing fishes
breaking barriers
killing the carriers
Singing to the silents of wisdom
making secure our gains and recovering our losses
making it all good and proper
as I have some war to dish out
Oh come on what do you think
that a child made for war can not resist
I was programmed for battle
and really in any and all dark wars
The academy did train me
I was a straight A student
and I worked so hard
to be the ace of spades card
Oh mighty are the words
and death I fear not
for in your eyes if you look hard
you will find I am already dead
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 1:54 AM UTC
You say you don't want me
yet in your eyes that you need me
yet know my love
I carry the sequences of silents
Like a doll floating on the oceans wide
here with you I do reside
a floating icon
of times gone by
Hush my children
my bond is word
let them know
the sequence in silents
I am here to claim another land
to claim another array of arts
for I am worlds apart
in the sequence of silents
I was an engineer
building before your kingdom
and died for you
in the time I did place
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 2:22 PM UTC
its been a long time since i saw you
its been a longer time since we dated
i still look at you with all the love i still have for you
but know it can not be
i look away with sarrow in my eyes
but as turn away
i hear your voice cut through the silents and say
remember are plan
i turn around with shock and disbelief in my eyes
just to see you smiling
later that day you come to have lunch with me
and just before you walk out that door
you give me a kiss
and smile
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
I See People smiling as colors dance around them
Trees bowing down to the wind with forceful mercy
Shadows following everyone like a stalker always sneaking closely
I Hear Water gracefully slamming into the crowded shore
Laugher erupting from the throats of nighbores called friends
Deep conversions running into sharp whispers cutting the silents
I Smell The fresh air run past me quickly
Sickly sweet perfume flow softly along the waterside
Children's sweat barely masked by wilting flowers they carry
I feel The hot sun beating on my back
Like a stalker watching their prey I shiver sorry
Alone even though everyone looks towards me with smiles
It Reminds me of when I was there, alive.
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 9:19 AM UTC
The sound of wind fill in the air,
Going outside away from busy town,
And all you could heard the breeze a cold air,
Sound of water stream,
The sky space fill with all the brightest stars,
It feel like the night city but without all the noise,
When people ask for advice how to calm,
Find yourself in silents earth,
Where there only mother nature speaks.
And calms shall found you.
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 12:45 PM UTC
He’d never read him, understand,
At least not that he’d remembered;
Might have half-skimmed something in Look or Esquire,
But he certainly wasn’t much for novels,
And there were kids to raise to rise, a war to fight
(His platoon had been pinned down at Anzio,
Leaving him precious little time for dispatches from the front,
Save for a singular postcard
He’d bought in Netunno on a rainy April afternoon,
On which he’d scratched Babe, I’m still alive and kickin’,
Worth ten thousand words
To a harried, frightened seventeen-year-old,
With one in the cradle and one on the way),
But then all that was later on, or earlier
Depending on where you stood,
Time being a lazy, molasses-unhurried thing to him now,
Like the leisurely old Owasco Inlet which ran through town,
Seeming to go in no direction in particular,
Running north or south as it deemed fit at the moment.
Once, he’d worked at the typewriter plant on Spring Street,
Fashioning hammers and slugs for Standards and Silents
And, later on, the electric Coronets and Model 250s
Until he packed it in with forty-five years under his belt,
Though all that pretty much the stuff of memory as well:
The factory gone a couple years now,
Rubble carted away, leaving an angry brown patch of land,
The last generation who’d worked the plant
Having up and left, by and large,
In most cases taking his generation with it as well
(Factories tending to be family affairs,
So many of his contemporaries unwilling to be so distant
From children and grandchildren,
Such notions being unknown in company towns)
Leaving the place a touch foreign,
A bit alien to folks who stayed on,
Men without a country as it were, doing their level best
To navigate waters without landmarks, without buoys,
Trying to reach harbors of questionable refuge.
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 10:03 AM UTC
Standing here in the silents of days
I remember all the tears
yet so much now has changed
and you Orkian deus
I mean to destroy you where you stand
I save most of true and hard
so you will not pass by me
no no my most hated nemesis
I mean to win my fighter
on my vow I will destroy you
My brothers and sisters are the faithful
and as proud warriors we mean to fight you
locked in war again
you turncoat
who I thought was a friend
Oh yes we are outnumbered
but sweet Jesus we have trained hard
and in faith will defeat you
for what is one more battle scare
this is vengeance for the children of the stars
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
every moment of time so precious
all the memories the mind caresses
with deep textures and colors sheen
holds hope for love to believe
even the hallow echos of darken streets
or fading silents of forgotten screams
as sorrow drips from gutter seams
holds hope for love to believe
awaken now find what you seek
this journey never peeks
the brightest path that you see
holds hope for love to believe
awaken now find what to seek
for this journey never peeks
and brightest path you see
holds hope for love to believe
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 5:58 AM UTC
Staring at the static scream
Of the big black box
And silently scream;
Trapped in this paradox
Because silents screams
Aren't heard, but seen
Repeating patterns erratic
I lose myself to static.
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 1:38 PM UTC