Raising the volume just before the threshold.
Drowning out the thoughts,
Picking up the tempo.
Finding a new high at every new low.
Chemicals loosen this inner-demon’s hold.
This pain, I fear,
is getting really fucking old.
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 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.
An updated version of a poem I blogged about about a week ago. Hopefully it surpasses the original in my viewer’s eyes.
It was the happiest and saddest moment of his Summer.
All in one sitting with you, happiest and saddest.
The excitement of your smile brought on one of his own.
A truly exquisite feeling, no other has come close.
Still in his broken mind, a time bomb awaits its trigger.
When the feeling of serenity falls victim to displeasure.
In all his doubt, he still believes you will be back some day.
Yet your departure has always caused his soul to constrain.
Wrapping tightly around the detonator, break your gaze.
Your beautiful eyes need not see him blown away.
And plug your ears, no need for you to hear
the explosive rambling of a man lost with love.
unsuccessful at his every quest for one to take hold.
He only wishes to share what he holds so close.
A burning passion, love that is true.
A man can only hope.
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.
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
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
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.
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.
When you look into the night sky I can see something shining,
As if the stars are looking back and actually smiling
At your long golden hair, and on this spring night
A pleasant smile you share
Because no one comes close, at least not by little
For you are one of a kind, like a flower’s first petal
You bloom with the sun and soak up the rain
You send my heart miles high and destroy my disdain
If a flower, so subtle, can cure me so well.
why must you leave when my heart starts to swell?
Still Winter passes by and Spring will come soon.
Then again the subtle flower will bloom
Though, if only Spring began when Winter howls,
The flowers of spring would be tall as towers.
Seasons are not eternal, they soon become our past.
Yet every moment with you will forever last.
The Way it Goes 