She's my kind of rain
I want to feel her all the time .
Through the darkest of days
Where the sun doesn't shine.
I want to be the one to cradle her .
In her most times of fear,
That's when the loud cry goes out.
Thunder.

She's upset and she's a mess.
But to me you are still beautiful.
You might have makeup smeared but
"That's okay",  I thought,
As I wiped it away.
The rain took out everything last night. The thunder had now stopped, and the sun now shines.

She is not only my favorite kind if rain.
She's my soul on a sun shiny day.
She's my everything, that the world and solitude can't be.

Sick and cyclical memories linger, how unjust it seems
In somber city streets, her father's name she screams
When the fix is late and her body sodden and shaking
Her childhood recollections waking, every joint aching
Falling on tarmac, tearing stockings and fleshy knees
Through the distant mist it's a saviour that she sees
Marvin on a white steed, motorbike and leathers
To get her straight  he only requires her nethers
What difference could it make to such a worn woman
So little that her eyes glaze as he announces his comin'
And she's immediately put to work after initial transaction
All night shifts, ****** abstraction, customer satisfaction
Returning 'home' to Marvin where the earnings are counted
Giggling schoolgirl as playful stories of John's are recounted
And Marvin's insatiable perversions are compounded
****** cocktails and deviancy, her psyche confounded
The **** sleeps blissfully beside his new top girl
And through ****** daze, she examines her world

my head goes to a dark place,
my hand grabs the blade,
my skin bleeds,
all the while tears go down my face.

the rope hidden in my closet
seems more appealing.

i scream
but no one can hear me.

i'm drowning
but no one can save me.

Could a candle call to a silent star
in a void once so beautiful from afar
the pages of time walked from darkness
to the communion of kind peace holy and light

Sweet pockets of life fill nearly all galactic hearts
and the motion of time and space is everywhere
you were once pure as a light cradle
there was no them and us, no labels

So lift your candles to the stars
know your roots and who you are

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

the hum of a fluorescent lamp
old, but
it still works

the creak of the bed
as I slide in

the whisper of a foreign room
and the breathing of a strange house
fill my ears

yellow light floods my vision
from the left
the wall, to the right
bears my shadow

I turn
try to catch a glimpse of me
but I am blurred
stretched
in this place
maybe
I am not myself.