Category Archives: Poems

Another Run At The Wall

Don’t push me in the dirt, I’ll make you regret every bit of blood you spilled. Those lies you told the congregation, like a library filled with dirty old books that no one reads anymore. I had a feeling it would come to this, can you feel the blade piercing your side as the pain sets in nice and slow. Slicing forward and true, you edged out in mere seconds from a pathway of malice. The air smells of death and Iron, like a clasp of steel tones creeping inside and yelling for help. You were a devil, yet still unwilling to favor in front of your sinful ways. Could there be any strongholds in your wake, making sure you could not pass through. I asked you once, you glanced in the opposite direction in swift danger.

Chris

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For The Dead

I can’t believe we keep passing these short paths of indecency, my mind can’t comprehend this inconsequential mix of blank features. I don’t know where this will take us next time, the future is involuntary and uncertain. What is the timing of this, and where does it lead and how can we fight against this blank space. I’ve mentioned it before, but it truly hasn’t passed and I’m not sure if it will. Will be find solace, will there be some type of answer in the agony. The notes of the song, are interchangeable and we are blessed in order for time to become one with us. The parachute hasn’t deployed and we plummet to the ground, strangers look at us upon the rocks. Waiting for us to crash into the ocean floor, but never having the intention of safety.

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And That Is Two For You

Working out the minds crazy mountains, that madness you can seem to quell or push back from bubbling to the surface. Missing out on the lives of hundreds of people you know, never being in tune with those surrounded by treacherous ways. You filled the cup full, overflowing with questions seemingly mistaken for matches in the counter top. Smiles overcrowding your eyelids, caving in and you hadn’t pressed the right buttons for which there was never a consequence.  Save it all for when you can fight back, the fabric cracked outside the wall in painful strides. The accusers shout and mock, in which you quivered from the fear of transparency. These men with spears, as you do this and the other so carnivorously.

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Cavity’s And Truces

Years past, and we felt it like a sore in the gut of life. Can’t believe its this serious, would have been tried it if I knew it would come to this place. Within this all came out of the bend, just before it snapped and it can only be beaten with a wish. Happy faces, for it hadn’t shown in your mind and came out when you least expected it. They laugh at your tragedy’s, didn’t help you when there was time before it fell to the floor. Shattered in time, you cried out with closed fists mixed in messages. A closet, that is closest to the pipes over flooded with danger. Running in the wind, flipped downward on the cork with a bleak camera lens. The recollection, of that passing thought and it felt no less troublesome to you than others would.

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Picking Up Where I Left Off….

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Feeling really shitty today, it hasn’t come like a flow in so long. Why weren’t you aware, strange in days like this we can’t just wish till it breaks you in half. Shattered in the skin, kindhearted in which you are ruled over in five thousand drips of sweat. Pushed out feelings, trying to push this out of me but its not surfacing in a strange way it doesn’t matter now. These gold shivers have no meaning, blasted out of the ears till it wreaks of directionless inconsistency. Those lone wolfs are salivating for the prize winnings, you only wish you knew what this was. Nothing true, not a wind of respect or passion within it’s true and functionality without measure.

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To Your Eyes I Bend

The white ghost pursues you in the night, up the stairs you go into oblivion. In the hole you’re fearful to turn your back to the past. The shape of that moment, adherent to the walk down the steps of treasonous blindfolds. They chased you among the stars, within the pillars of magical trips. Your eyes blend in with the sea’s, they were five windfields and bright trees waving their hands up. The road passed through you, couldn’t see it as the planned paper airplanes settled. You were tricked by that presence, hadn’t seen it for more than forty seconds in view. The city streets were blurred, dancing in the sweet melody of blank canvases.

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Red Mixture Promises

Watch the leaves fall, in effervescent melody and spears of magnificence. My mouth fills up with prideful wallows, flashy in brimstone and red mixture promises. You were blessed, without fault and canned with thoughts of downturned blazing. It was boastful, inside the skin and bones crawls the words from which you came from. The true face of fear, stares into your sheared and blessed imagination. Hands connecting to the ladder, crawling upward unbounded as the split became clear. Those personal boils, cinched a cold and callous majesty. The go between slitted the barrier, the crack in the ceiling as the light would show through. Why would you pass the torch now, to these final breaths featuring and windfilled lectures.

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