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Sub-Zero Summer

April 8, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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My protoplasmic shell sits warm in the Summer sun,

while my soul lies trapped in the frozen tundra.

The two cannot coexist, without negating creation;

resulting in, psychological frustration.

An impasse in the innards of a ruined soul,

between warring generals of Good and Evil.  

Time will not heal, nor will the Summer sun loosen their grasp.

Instead I remind myself of the days we spent together.

Remembering the good, the bad, and everything between.

A tickle of warmth, to break the firing line, a brief reprieve.

Living like a slave to buried memories.

We shined like the brightest stars

even on the darkest of nights.

Yet we never knew when to give up a fight.

I guess this is where I find the light,

or recess into the shadow-less night. 

love… will I ever get you right?

Truthful Lies

April 5, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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Another installment from my High School daze… hehe

Truthful Lies taste bitter and sweet,

Like a soft snow turning to a cold sleet.

Don’t lie, you can tell the “truth”.

Tell him how shallow you’ve been

Even in your youth.

Tell him the time you cheated 

On his bed;

Tell him all of the nonsense

You put into his head.

He gave his life for you 

And asked for nothing in return.

His words fell silent as

You allow his heart to burn

You talk of a “nice guy”

Someone to treat you right.

But the nice guy bit

Doesn’t work twice.

Hot bodies and a

Popular guise

may be fly

But in the end it’s all

A bunch of truthful lies.

A Jaw of Glass

April 5, 2013
Creative Writing, GlassJaw: A Reawakening, Poetry
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In high fidelity I hear

A ravaged man

Screaming at the world

He talks of razors and

Deception.

And still finds time for

Clairvoyant discussion.

His symphony, an army.

A sentry for any circumstance.

Be it fighting relentless demons

Or his own rogue hands.

He is the ruler of dreams

No other man can.

I listen closely

To miss nothing.

A whisper, too far

I NEED more!

Though

I crave more than deserved

Even then, it’s never enough.

Longing to live these tragedies

For my sorrow would finally be

Relevant.

Awaiting your next call to arms

Years in the making.

Touring roadie cars

Medication ritual to keep Your

Body an individual

To prevent the demon from

Unleashing a new heathen

Relapse, collapse

The story of your life.

I pray for your body

To repent the sickness

To return your health.

But I pray far too much

I’ve not control over

God’s unholy rule

That man must live or die

With the ebb of lunar tides

Wash away the unsuspecting

Lulling the silver spooned

He displays prejudice

For all who speak against his

Ancient ruse.  

Paper Planes

April 3, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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A pleasant ode to a slang phrase…


I want to fly so high until my feet touch down

on distant galaxies where I face childhood dreams

in pools of stars retaining wishes of pain release

of love and greed; they will forever wade in me

I wake up from this cold and lonely dream

to be greeted with the warmth your smile brings.

Please go back to sleep, I’m stepping outside.

I’m on the way to proving humans can fly.

A simple process and an illusion of reality.

I will fly and the world will see.

With a paper plane, 

the stars become a

possibility.

I take the last drag on my paper plane,

and wonder if it will send me flying again.

The engine is blaring, my target, the stars

I’ll be leaving without you, left a note

and a plane of your own so you can come float.

Ascend with me until they burn into the sun.

Grip my hand as we descend to mother earth.

Keep your eyes on the prize

grab each and every star

as we fall faster and faster

don’t miss a single one

we will change the world for the better

One wish at a time. 

To Mi Abuelita

April 2, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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Rest In Peace 🙂

Open bar, no one cards.

Drinking my sorrows

Until I’m somewhere,

Far…

… Away

In your arms

I lay embraced

Memories race.

You used to call my name

So all could hear

“Aye, Mi Gordito!”

Is here

It’s the first thing

I’d hear.

I never got to say goodbye

That day you traveled south;

Once again…

I never expected it to happen;

I hope you understand.

You’ve made that journey

A thousand times.

I’d no idea God, would make demands.

So here I am, drinking to you.

If I’m lucky, I’ll pass out in a few.

No, here come the tears,

Watch out ladies,

I’m crashing this wedding

With sorrow and beer.

I made a scene, but

I had to do it.

If I held it one more minute

I’d psychologically lose it.

Dry eyes since then

Until tonight, writing to you.

I couldn’t make it through

The first few lines

Without a good cry.

I love you.

Plastic Earth

April 2, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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A poem to express some of my views on the world we live in.

If love is not enough, then
I fear the world that awaits
When lust is the new “L-word”
and “Mi Amor” takes the bait.
Now, Do I need to advertise
like people magazine?
My traits, my flaws,
the sights I’ve seen
Do I need to take a test
for my sex appeal?
This world I fear has grown
to be everything but real.
Plastic lips, hair flips,
liposuction reconstruction
fallout from blowouts,
cancer stricken.
We do this to ourselves.
We deserve no remorse.
Fallacies galore.
Humanity has lost its whim
Soon enough
We will all fall to the floor
from poisoning ourselves
so willingly.
Like a lab rat
that turned in an application
citing experience in
self-termination.

Gone

April 2, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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I audition for the role of rejection
3 years and counting facing my reflection
This has to end at least let us pretend
That nothing has ever happened
It will never happen to us in the end

But don’t say you’re sorry now
It’s too late, Apologies wont help
Come to think of it, they never did
Just put me further back on your shelf
Every so often you clean the dust off
play with me, you break me, replace me

Though just when It feels right time runs out
3 months, my window, flying past
2 months wasted, will these moments last?
1 month left, Could this get any worse?
time is up, your direction is forward
Ill be hanging back

 

Digital Woman

April 1, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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For a special artist…

She takes root in some unknown town.

At least unknown to me.

She speaks as if a thousand muses

Invade her personal being

Oozing life and light yet,

I never quite see the same from 

still images baring her eyes.

Darkness accompanies an inferno

In disguise.

Waiting to burst through an open door.

To anywhere but her bedroom floor.

Something keeps her stagnant,

authoring lamentations galore.

She exudes an all-knowing countenance.

Still, so subtle in delivery.

That you can’t decide whether it’s an insult

Or a touch of flattery.

I don’t care to know, for

Her spoken word exceeds the value of gold

It’ll buy anyone happiness

If they truly comprehend what it is

they behold.

A treasure that’ll never grow old

Drive

April 1, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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It took me hours to get home tonight
every moment your name riddled my mind
Hopeless thoughts at the speed of light
Grasping to the only memories I can
Prolonging my suffering till I pretend
That I will be alright, I will live
Without you in my mind
I’ll drive

Light up another broken promise tonight
An excuse to stay behind enemy lines
Halfway through the pack of my displeasure
Play the next track, it’s feeling better
Take another drag, let the flow work my soul
As I melt into the rhythm, my only antidote
The drug that knows no overdose
But a beat to keep my own
It Drives me

To the limit, it drives me, to the end
When I can pretend, that none of this hurts
And how it never hurt you; but can you feel it?
The pulse of my heart is weak, can you feel it?
My playlist is running low, and I need you
To grace me with your 80’s hits, your old school tricks
Dance with me before you leave with your last line
Before I see your green eyes for the last time.
Sing your song and smile and if it feels right…
end this sorrow tonight.

Eggo Waffle, A short Poem

March 31, 2013
Creative Writing, Poetry
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I woke up today and said “Chris, you are going to write about some fucking Eggo Waffles”. So I did my best with the time I provided myself. 🙂 I am happy with it. It makes me smile. I hope you enjoy it too!

Eggo Waffle, Eggo Waffle

Circular like a magic Quaffle

Blueberries impregnate

a hearty mouthful

As syrup cascades from

My chin to

My watchful

Lab and Terrier.