Click, Clack
Click, Clack
Footsteps echo

Darkness fleets
within the corners

Shiver, shake
turn and look

No ones there

Click, Clack
Shiver, Shake

Finger tips graze skin,
Paranoia within?

One step, One chill
One fear, One thrill

A shrill screech

A thunderclap in the distance

The lights flicker, flicker

Then go out

Breathe in fast

Breathe out slow

Heart beats a tattoo

Fingers clamped tightly together

Look left

Look right

No one in sight

"Your soul belongs to me,"

A whispered promise

Unwilling fear swelling into terror

Click, Clack, Click, Clack!

Footsteps faster against the floor

Where is the door?

Don't know anymore

Clap, Clap!

Lightning roars

The bolts shine through the windows

"You're mine!"

They scream

A frightened shrill erupts from clogged lungs

Cold clammy hands

Wrapped around a pale and creamy neck

This is the ghost of McBeck

These intense feelings flowing over me
what on Earth am I to be
a thorn in the side of humanity
or a truth seeker peace keeper

Oh no here it comes again
they start to hurt me inside
these intense feelings
they open my mind to the dream worlds

I can not shut them out
I don't think I want to any more
let these feelings take me
to their realms forever more


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

We closed the doors
and did jump out of the window
in club red wine twenty eight

She was wearing sheer black stockings
I was banging the drums for her
we were sweet red wine twenty eight

She bit my lip and made it bleed
as we fell to the ground hurting
I called her a *****, so she slapped me

We came from the same schooling
had graduated with our own
blood fuel, red wine twenty eight

Shatter pavement just by looking
we did laugh as we fought
who would get who
who would be caught

We took it to the streets
no prisoners would we take
for we came from havoc
from, club red wine twenty eight

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

The sun starts to rise
And Regret is ever present
As we sip our coffee,
We feel our emotions splinter our hearts,
And the remember what we have done.

The sun will still rise

We are shaped by our regrets,
But also by how we deal with them.
The sun will still rise
Even though you’re not here to see it
Even though your hands not in mine,
The sun will still rise.

The steam on out breath
Mixes with the smoke from our lungs.
Our cigarettes burn,
Whispering through the crispness.
Frozen air
Bites our fingers tips.

You look so pretty with your hair pulled back

We are present,
Desperate to forget.
Why are stars so intriguing?
Maybe because we can sympathize,
They burn through the blackness.

You held me
While the wind played its sorrow
Wailing desperately against the window side
Yelling its hollowed sound vibrating the pane
Expressing the turmoil of weathered scorn
Like a child tantrum that I wish I could feel
Fall lamenting the passing of time
Bought at high cost
Hours covetted for the comfort it brought
Images
The salt of sweat
Dragging me across the bed
Hot hands on heated skin

The feel of your breath against my nape
Sensitive ears swept by the cascade of sensation
Your touch shaking me awake
Aware of the placement of hands
Holding me hostage
Stern grip in sleep
As if I would disapear
**** out of existance
Dull creaking of joints locked

Head suspended on the rise
Of your chest
Sleepily
Running my lips across your brow
Pink nails running across black hair
Trying for quiet tears
How I have missed you
So full of elation I might
Dissolve into nothing

I see fire
Inside your soul
The ache of distances
Bleeding passion into movement
The wide eyed terror of not
Being there
To see you wake
To share the shaking agony of lonely
Longing to taste your breath

The night burns with the smolder
Of your love
Raw skin
Relishing the intensity of devotion
Of lost time
Shaking on the afterglow of starlight
Disolving me once more
Glazed eyed and clinging
Clenching the stuttering maddness that has possessed my heart.
Only to have you fall

Leaving you behind
The night chokes my breath
And I drown in the wake of fear

Breaking heart to the shadow of chilled sheets
****** to dream of love
To hear the tinkling laughter of memory
Where you walk
Standing in all your glory arms open
Lips cracking that ****** cocky smile
That brings me to my knees

I fall into the flame
Of resentment
I hate you
Just a little in your ability
To smite me with love
To shake me down to the echoing void
Where all I feel is the loss of you
It eats away the corner of my sanity

******
I can't think without the your image
Name or memory
Touching the most intimate integral parts
The bits that are hidden from the main line thought process
You infect me with love
And hang me

With my own hands on the despair of absence
Where I would do anything
Say anything
Take anything
To touch
Hear
Or be
Where you are.

You wreck me
Running headlong
Into the wall

i want to crawl into your bed
while it's still blue outside
and the sun has cold feet
because morning hasn't broken
and your body could curl around mine
like a scarf in the winter

i can't remember when i last heard your voice
and i need you to know that i miss you.
but i don't think the words alone are enough.

i miss you.

I MISS YOU LIKE A BLIND MAN'S BULLSEYE.

I MISS YOU THE WAY A POOR MAN MISSES A ROOF OVER HIS HEAD.

I MISS YOU LIKE THE RUMBLING IN HIS UNFED STOMACH.

I MISS YOU LIKE THE COLD ACHY SPACE IN THIS HALF-EMPTY BED.

I MISS YOU LIKE EVERY POEM I ALMOST WROTE BUT FORGOT ABOUT BEFORE I FOUND A PEN TO WRITE IT DOWN.

I MISS YOU LIKE A FORGOTTEN BIRTHDAY.

I MISS YOU THE WAY JANUARY MISSES GREEN.

I MISS YOU LIKE MY FATHER'S BEDTIME STORIES.

I MISS YOU LIKE THE LAST TRAIN HOME.

MY CHEST IS CAVING. MY LUNGS ARE SHRIVELING,
AND WITH MY LAST BREATH I WILL SCREAM
THROUGH SPACE AND TIME - I MISS YOU.

IT'S TRUE, WHAT ALL THOSE POETS SAY ABOUT THE SUN & MOON - THAT THEY ARE GOING TO KEEP CHASING EACH OTHER FOR ETERNITY, THAT THEY WILL NEVER KNOW ONE ANOTHER'S TOUCH. SO I AM SENDING UP VENDING-MACHINE PRAYERS TO A MAY-OR-MAY-NOT-BE-THERE GOD, BEGGING HIM TO CLOSE THE GAP BETWEEN YOUR FINGERS AND THE SPACES BETWEEN MINE.

- m.f.