chris-shantel
My name is Chris Exton. I' am 26 year old inspiring poet from Detroit,MI. I currently live in Frankfort, Ky where I received my bachelors degree in physical education at Kentucky State University. Words are very powerful, and they can uplift or even destroy a person. I inspire to uplift and motivate others. I will speak on love in my poetry; however I will touch on all aspects of life and emotions in my works. I hope you enjoy the feelings I express in my poerty! Helpful, and positive constructive criticism is much appreciated!
I was being chased after being in a crazy car accident. Something was after me. I wasn't injured in the accident, so I just started running as fast as I could. I ended up in this dark, eerie neighborhood, it felt like the projects. These women started coming out of the houses, offering me ****** favors. They were beautiful, with dark skin, and had a mix of Latino and Asian features. I didn't think I was in America because the houses were so close together. I kept running for my life, desperately telling all the women that I couldn't, maybe next time, I'm just trying to survive. But then, out of nowhere, this demonic, fat monster of a woman appeared, asking if I wanted her. I said hell no and ran even faster. I thought I had escaped, but suddenly she grabbed me by the back of my neck and lifted me off the ground by my head. Her claw was red and sharp, her eyes bloodshot red, with perfectly arched eyebrows. She told me there was no point in resisting, and that the monster I was running from wasn't far behind. She said he wanted to **** me, but she wanted to drain every last drop of *** from me before letting me go. She asked if I had made my decision, and in fear, I said I would go with her, just please don't **** me. She smiled and said it was a great choice, then started flying into the air towards her fortress. The wind was so strong, it felt so real, and I could feel the cold chills shaking my body. It was so intense that it woke me up from my sleep, and I couldn't help but feel a profound sadness lingering within me.
May 13, 2024
May 13, 2024 at 11:49 AM UTC
I'm Just Thinking, Late night drinking.
I'm just thinking, late night drinking
Thoughts are hazy, and hazardous
Things are unclear to me, foggy I can't see, a total lost of vision, but why tonight, its the liquor, the alcohol, it's consumes me, it's takes over my every thought and decisions, and Precision
My brain is Clogged by this liquor, it's like my mind is slowly losing oxygen, I'm boxed in, it's tight, it's a fight with all my might, but as I pour myself another drink, I think................. It's can't be that bad right? What's wrong with a alcohol poisoning? It takes the pain away temporarily, and it's help sleep you at night, and you know how hard it is for you to sleep at night! **** am I talking to myself again? Naw I can't be, but I just answer my question lol! Maybe I had to few to many, and there's plenty of liquor left in my cup, I can't let it go to waste .......... So I can drink more and more and more and more!
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 12:47 AM UTC
I'm a glowstick
I've been broken
But now I can shine through the darkness
Repost if you are a glowstick too :)
Inspired by a quote I read
Please comment I love to read interpretations of my work and really any other thoughts you may have! :)
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
( (
( (
•
) )
) )
we the fragile
• •
THERE ARE NO
GREAT MEN
ANYMORE
~~
we wander
We call it Our
Given Destiny !
••
We carry our Suit cases
Of emotions !
( our Sensitive feelings ! )
From
Old hotel to old hotel
///
We treat each other as
Mere Possession
To
BUY AND TO SELL
Tattered baggage
Strewn across the deserted trail
•
•
When it's over ..... (?)
Well ..... (!)
The story falters as we fall down
And like LOOTERS
or LOVERS
We pick up the broken pieces
From off the ground
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
Don't take a blade and cut yourself
its not worth the blood or the pain
In the end its just the scars left on your body
and the remainder of the idiot who caused you to do it
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
I met her once
a little, blind girl
who had let me
inside her wonderful world.
Yes, she couldn't see,
the girl with eyes bright.
Yet, she loved her world
like she never lost her sight.
She heard the music
of the breeze that blew.
The love for her world,
it only grew.
She acquainted me with
that music she heard,
from the buzz of the bees
to the chirping of the birds.
Yes, she couldn't see
the wonders of life.
Yet, she smiled
without a sign of strife.
She had beautiful eyes
filled with wonder.
I stood speechless and thought
how could God make such a blunder?
She danced and sang
with a graceful twirl.
How she loved her life
the little, blind girl.
She smiled and laughed,
her face filled with joy.
With wonder in her eyes,
she was serene, yet coy.
She felt her world
beneath her tiny fingers
and on me left a mark
that would forever linger.
Yes, she couldn't see
the life that she felt.
Yet, she never showed
the sorrow that she dealt.
Her world was dark.
Yet, she saw
the Earth's true form
pure and raw.
Yes, she let me in.
But I couldn't overstay.
So, I excused myself politely
and quietly walked away.
I had met her once
a little girl who couldn't see.
Yes, she was a child
but the happiest there could ever be
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
I awake in the
Primordial Ocean
returning home to
myself
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
I'm the oldest
I'm the largest of the three
Covered by casing stones
That formed a smooth outer surface
What am i?
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 5:47 PM UTC
Take a soft tipped brush
Dip, and trace my nakedness;
Viscous dripping rainbow streams
Clothe me here within our dreams.
Swirl my curves
With satin pink,
Let your brush flutter and sink
lower, purples, red and blue,
I'm a canvas here for you.
Paint me scarlet, paint me gold,
Paint some words
italic, bold
Stop when you begin to weep
A masterpiece, for us to keep.
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
I can smell him on my sheets
I can taste him in my dreams
I can still feel every inch where he's touched me
I hear his laughter echoing in the walls
I can still see him in all these pictures I saved for
memories
But this bed is bare
My dream's a nightmare
I can't hear
His laughter
He's not near
Enough to touch
My eyes are blinded by tears
He's killed my senses,
I'm no longer aware
Everything around me, slowly fading away
His face, his scent, his laughter, his touch
Maybe I'll just pop a few pills and sleep away the day
At least he's in my nightmares, the pain of reality is too much
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 11:15 PM UTC