chris-ellison
American
The mind is more creative than we are lead to believe. Writing is a way that I like to express emotion, whether it is directly from my mind, or through a scene. I believe that knowledge of these emotions will center your soul, and let you do things that you have never thought possible. So, do enjoy.
Don't follow
Don't lead
Proceed
If you have never done something, do it.
Who's holding you back from the way you act?
Your Dad, Girlfriend, Boyfriend or Mother?
Uncle, Aunt, Sister or Brother?
Friends?
No, you are holing back.
All you do is talk about skills you lack.
If you took all your skills and put them in a stack,
It could get you to the moon, then back.
Stop bein so whack
Because you are human.
All you mean to do is learn and adapt.
So go back to your roots.
There's nothing wrong with that.
You'll realize your physical body is the trick in fact.
And that's scary at first, but for better or for worse
You shed the veil, the forgotten curse.
This is an event one cannot rehearse.
Jan 25, 2013
Jan 25, 2013 at 1:34 AM UTC
When it is open,
you can see.
Everything here
is meant to be.
The sad,
mad,
happy,
glad.
Experiences to be had.
Loving,
losing,
begging,
choosing.
When you know that,
it goes easy.
No queasy,
unsettled stomach
mixed with a broken heart.
No wishing to restart,
because it's all a part.
With one start.
So, don't diminish before the finish.
Don't get cocky after a scrimmage.
Don't get mad because you have to do the dishes.
Don't be sad your friends sleeping with the fishes.
The life you have,
has it's own salve.
It may take one thousand lives for you,
but you can help you through.
As long as you keep it open.
I'm not jokin'.
If you can't open it,
be with it.
Learn it,
understand it.
The mind is insane,
like an open flame to propane.
My desire is to spread knowledge,
like wild fire.
Mine is open.
Peaceful?
Serene?
Beautiful?
No.
Just content,
unbent.
And ready for anything.
Mar 2, 2012
Mar 2, 2012 at 5:25 PM UTC
Hungry.
but all I have is cigarettes,
so I smoke.
Exhausted from all this walking.
I sit down,
hand out.
Do you have any spare change?
"No, sorry."
Everyone answers the same.
Strive
(but for what?)
(you're no body)
Just a homeless man
A pillow would be nice.
But I would have no where to keep it?
My life is like a secret.
Another cigarette.
(only 2 left)
(need to make them last)
Stomach is knotted
(better find food)
I know the town,
there is a store close by.
"Hello sir, how are you?"
Fine, thanks.
I walk around the store.
The smell of food,
cancels the hunger.
But just in case,
I stole a candy bar.
I sit down to eat,
and smoke another cigarette.
Put my hand out.
(the people here are generous)
I got twenty dollars here once.
Bought three packs of cigarettes,
and a lighter.
A five dollar bill,
falls into frame.
I look around,
no one near.
It must be a sign.
Somebody is telling me to wake up, inside.
There's that candy bar.
Oh so good.
Finish it off with a cigarette.
Then I will buy another pack.
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 10:18 PM UTC
Wind, rushing
Up and down the body
Hair, like wildfire
Hands, held together
Struggling for warmth
I feel the wind
In between my toes
like rushing water through a canyon
Feeling smaller with every gust
Eroding
My body
Shivering
Muscles spasm uncontrollably
I need clothes
I need shelter
The bone chilling air comes over me once more
I have no more hope
No more drive
I stop
And let the snow fall
Apr 6, 2011
Apr 6, 2011 at 6:32 PM UTC
Here I am
Once again
Better than I was before
I'm tired of being walked all over
I'm tired of being treated like a floor
It is time to get up
Time to open a new door
Everyday is different for you
Never making up your mind
My mind had been set
My love, you can no longer find
I will always miss you dearly
And keep you close inside my heart
But, I think it's for the better
If we head back to the start
I do not wish for pain
for the time we are apart
Seperation makes the heart grow fonder
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 2:03 PM UTC
I so desperately crawl
Somewhere safe
Where I can rest
This pain I felt in my chest
So ordinary
It almost tells me
Life is hard
So I crawled down a forever winding road
A road so long,
the only end is a hole
So I ventured into that hole
It became my home
I loved it down there
laughing everyday
loving everyday
not a care in the world
But, then I had realized
That this was no longer
A nice place
Something happened,
that I cannot even explain
I wanted to leave my home
Forever
It was no longer a safe place
Not for my body
Not for my mind
But, everytime I went to get out of that hole I called home
Something pushed me back in
Then
light as bright as a new mornings sun,
handed me a rope
This rope screamed my name,
So loud I was frightened to grab a hold
I was elevated from this hole
Into the world I was missing
This sun was so nice to me
Always wanting me to do good things
Helping me move through in a positive way
The sun transformed into a woman
I loved this woman
She always listened
and cared
I became in love with this woman so quickly
I scared myself
I was so afraid of this emotion I felt
I didn't speak
I just did whatever the woman wanted
I was found by a lover that was not only my way out of the darkness, but it was a lover who needed and still needs help out of their own darkness.
Jan 15, 2011
Jan 15, 2011 at 11:57 AM UTC
Laughter
Adventure
Fun
and Games
We all knew each other
And also each of our names
We played so well together
Didn't get bored when we were together
Everything always ended in a laugh
-
Now we don't know each other
We barely speak to each other
That laughter
Those games
That fun
And adventure
is now circling down the drain
Now when we are near one another
We are not sane
Everything ends up in tears
Jan 5, 2011
Jan 5, 2011 at 8:43 PM UTC
Sometimes,
I'm not where I want to be.
Sometimes,
I see things I don't want to see
Sometimes,
I hear things I don't want hear
Sometimes,
I say things that shouldn't be said
Sometimes,
I think thoughts that don't need to be thought
Sometimes,
I wish for things I can't have
Sometimes,
I follow instead of lead
Sometimes
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 6:53 PM UTC
We are not free
We are slaves to the system
When we as for help
You just pretend to listen
But when we speak out
We as individuals are shut put
So go ahead and tell me where you went to college
Looking down the barrel of a loaded gun, which is your knowledge
You tell me that I don't have potential
I don't give a **** about your god **** credentials
But still
You shove it down my throat
expecting me not to choke
you expect me to listen to you
when you won't even listen to me
Now here I am
What if you heard that the next day I chose the rope instead of the books
Do you feel how wrong this looks
What would you do then?
Would you still be sipping drinks in your den
Or would you realized that you should have handed me a piece of paper and a pen
STILL
You continue to feed the flame
So I say **** the system
They won't listen
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 5:24 PM UTC
Yet again
I have more thoughts
I looked into your eyes
You are in love
So in love
You can't look away
I hear your voice
You are in love
So in love
Your voice stutters
I feel your touch
You are in love
So in love
Your hands shake
I hear your breath
You are in love
So in love
Your breathing becomes faint
I feel your body
You are in love
So in love
Your body comes closer everytime we touch
I listen to your words
You are in love
So in love
You say you love me
I feel your heart beat
You are in love
So in love
We are the same
We are in love
So in love
It drives us insane
Jan 2, 2011
Jan 2, 2011 at 2:53 PM UTC