christopher-m - Hello Poetry

when you’re all alone with the mountains in the light autumn breezes does your mind drift back to me? if so or if no sway now back and forth between where you are and where you’re from you and me reflected in pools of sand your cheeks my nose our fingers meet shattered distances at last tension crescendos and we shattered into petals of memories falling falling drifting drifting farther farther in the light autumn breezes all alone with the mountains

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Oct 9, 2014

Oct 9, 2014 at 2:49 PM UTC

El Otoño

when you’re all alone with the mountains in the light autumn breezes does your mind drift back to me? if so or if no sway now back and forth between where you are and where you’re from you and me reflected in pools of sand your cheeks my nose our fingers meet shattered distances at last tension crescendos and we shattered into petals of memories falling falling drifting drifting farther farther in the light autumn breezes all alone with the mountains

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caught in moments, arches of our lives intertwining and declining sine and cosine-ing until we come to a point on our plane shared around a table, one reality my mind to your mind to my mind to our mind to this conscious existence we think therefore we are together, now now how and what and where and why as we sit here side by side my/our memory caught in faces/features

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Aug 19, 2014

Aug 19, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC

faces/features

caught in moments, arches of our lives intertwining and declining sine and cosine-ing until we come to a point on our plane shared around a table, one reality my mind to your mind to my mind to our mind to this conscious existence we think therefore we are together, now now how and what and where and why as we sit here side by side my/our memory caught in faces/features

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Look outside, look up, and find the moon Look and know somehow I’ll be there soon I’m out there somewhere thinking of you Waiting for the early morning dew The stars peer down Watch me lying on the ground A peculiar sight On this clear summer night Look outside, look up, find a shooting star Look and know I’ll go wherever you are I’m out here somewhere thinking of you Like the stars I’m yours through and through Watch the night sky See with your own two eyes Know I’m always near Somehow, wherever you are, dear Look outside, look up, and find the dawn Look and know ever closer I’m being drawn I’m out here somewhere dreaming of you And you’re out there somewhere dreaming too So look up and look out Know what this night sky is about Find the moon in its starry sea And know that you’re watching it with me

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Aug 12, 2014

Aug 12, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC

Find The Moon

Look outside, look up, and find the moon Look and know somehow I’ll be there soon I’m out there somewhere thinking of you Waiting for the early morning dew The stars peer down Watch me lying on the ground A peculiar sight On this clear summer night Look outside, look up, find a shooting star Look and know I’ll go wherever you are I’m out here somewhere thinking of you Like the stars I’m yours through and through Watch the night sky See with your own two eyes Know I’m always near Somehow, wherever you are, dear Look outside, look up, and find the dawn Look and know ever closer I’m being drawn I’m out here somewhere dreaming of you And you’re out there somewhere dreaming too So look up and look out Know what this night sky is about Find the moon in its starry sea And know that you’re watching it with me

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Catch yourself wandering though memories Shades of maroon and purple panging and banging demanding commanding your gut and your dreams at night Burn it ashes/ashes the moment unpronounced a blessing and a curse bouncing in and around your mothers regrets- ashes reminding you that there are some things you’ll never know some things you’ll never forget lips parted and toenails painted a whole life one’s existence unmarked by your conscious/subconscious Vacations and children and mortgages and dreams and ashes late nights on phones calling long distance to men/women/lovers/friends and people you’ll never meet people you’ll never speak to Heartbreak is an abandonment of trust a mouthful of ash but it’s only the first step in forgetting a life and leaving the dream leaving the castle crumbling real fast the castle built but past satisfied with the obliteration of one name/one face/one forgotten at last

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Aug 12, 2014

Aug 12, 2014 at 1:40 PM UTC

Satisfaction

Catch yourself wandering though memories Shades of maroon and purple panging and banging demanding commanding your gut and your dreams at night Burn it ashes/ashes the moment unpronounced a blessing and a curse bouncing in and around your mothers regrets- ashes reminding you that there are some things you’ll never know some things you’ll never forget lips parted and toenails painted a whole life one’s existence unmarked by your conscious/subconscious Vacations and children and mortgages and dreams and ashes late nights on phones calling long distance to men/women/lovers/friends and people you’ll never meet people you’ll never speak to Heartbreak is an abandonment of trust a mouthful of ash but it’s only the first step in forgetting a life and leaving the dream leaving the castle crumbling real fast the castle built but past satisfied with the obliteration of one name/one face/one forgotten at last

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how come my projection is ignored your eyes, like high beams, flash over my existence scattering my photons/my waves in exchange for your bright/white clean/canvas you wander through these halls flitting from picture to picture to picture fitting yourself to each scene and visual style discarding the ones irrelevant/inconsequential like me, tossed aside connections- but how deep what soil does your friendship take root in? in experiences/morals/ideologies/pasts or is it simply a necessity a validation that you exist but why don’t i fit into your equation/picture/life? You want to laugh and I want to hear you i don’t get it i wish i did you look at me and you look at you and you look at the boy standing there and somehow you laugh at his smile you talk with his persona you walk with his saunter and here i am passing the other way, looking/writing down your validation in these words i will capture your reality/aura/matter/existence so that you won’t be forgotten like his smile/persona/saunter and my projection/ photons/ waves/ equation/ picture/ life?/ reailty/ aura/ matter/ existence/ is anybody out there writing for me?

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Aug 3, 2014

Aug 3, 2014 at 1:57 AM UTC

validation

how come my projection is ignored your eyes, like high beams, flash over my existence scattering my photons/my waves in exchange for your bright/white clean/canvas you wander through these halls flitting from picture to picture to picture fitting yourself to each scene and visual style discarding the ones irrelevant/inconsequential like me, tossed aside connections- but how deep what soil does your friendship take root in? in experiences/morals/ideologies/pasts or is it simply a necessity a validation that you exist but why don’t i fit into your equation/picture/life? You want to laugh and I want to hear you i don’t get it i wish i did you look at me and you look at you and you look at the boy standing there and somehow you laugh at his smile you talk with his persona you walk with his saunter and here i am passing the other way, looking/writing down your validation in these words i will capture your reality/aura/matter/existence so that you won’t be forgotten like his smile/persona/saunter and my projection/ photons/ waves/ equation/ picture/ life?/ reailty/ aura/ matter/ existence/ is anybody out there writing for me?

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how morbid a thought caught in the kitchen sink/in the tiles/in the spotlights illuminating my memory- a human/a female/a mother my mother standing with a feline/a female/a pet my pet sitting with intrigue how common a scene as if there were food coming or a treat but today/tonight only contentedness and me observing such a human flash in the pan how odd- at 18 to realize all things come to an end hate/happiness/loneliness/sadness/love/life first the cat then the mom then me… or that’s the supposed natural order of things am i bitter? i accept am i naive? i understand it has to be this way there is no other way any other way my mother is more than 3 times my age the cat more than 3 times younger we will all live an impossibly long life in dog years

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Aug 2, 2014

Aug 2, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC

no definite measure

how morbid a thought caught in the kitchen sink/in the tiles/in the spotlights illuminating my memory- a human/a female/a mother my mother standing with a feline/a female/a pet my pet sitting with intrigue how common a scene as if there were food coming or a treat but today/tonight only contentedness and me observing such a human flash in the pan how odd- at 18 to realize all things come to an end hate/happiness/loneliness/sadness/love/life first the cat then the mom then me… or that’s the supposed natural order of things am i bitter? i accept am i naive? i understand it has to be this way there is no other way any other way my mother is more than 3 times my age the cat more than 3 times younger we will all live an impossibly long life in dog years

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it’s all just a matter of re-screwing and re-screwing and re-screwing my head back in place everytime they walk by no distractions no distractions follow the straight and narrow-- yes, we follow the straight and narrow, the girls wrapped with the tight elastics and see through tops the powdered faces and porcelain bodies that seem to go on and on and on but it’s all just a matter of looking ahead keeping your head on straight no distractions no distractions even as the mascara flickers on their eyelashes like black fireworks on a white sky even as they float by stealing time with their hourglass figures and ancient eyes but no not this time nodistratctions nodistractions nodistractions it happens everytime they talk or sigh and especially when they say goodbye but to hell with all these silly teenage girls and their platinum-blonde/midnight-black/chestnut-brown/blood-red personalities-- stuck in the wrong realities constantly throwing themselves against the walls walls walls cutting their fingertips on the sharp edged boys they clutch at until they bleed bleed bleed wondering why no one ever hears their desperate tears tears tears looking to boys like me to catch them when they fall fall fall but it’s just a matter of turning away-- re-screwing and re-screwing and re-screwing my head back in place

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Jul 31, 2014

Jul 31, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC

rescrewed

it’s all just a matter of re-screwing and re-screwing and re-screwing my head back in place everytime they walk by no distractions no distractions follow the straight and narrow-- yes, we follow the straight and narrow, the girls wrapped with the tight elastics and see through tops the powdered faces and porcelain bodies that seem to go on and on and on but it’s all just a matter of looking ahead keeping your head on straight no distractions no distractions even as the mascara flickers on their eyelashes like black fireworks on a white sky even as they float by stealing time with their hourglass figures and ancient eyes but no not this time nodistratctions nodistractions nodistractions it happens everytime they talk or sigh and especially when they say goodbye but to hell with all these silly teenage girls and their platinum-blonde/midnight-black/chestnut-brown/blood-red personalities-- stuck in the wrong realities constantly throwing themselves against the walls walls walls cutting their fingertips on the sharp edged boys they clutch at until they bleed bleed bleed wondering why no one ever hears their desperate tears tears tears looking to boys like me to catch them when they fall fall fall but it’s just a matter of turning away-- re-screwing and re-screwing and re-screwing my head back in place

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still hours in still company still sitting-- waiting stilly how long until we break this monotony-- are these the hoursminutesseconds we regret? is this where it all went when say- 80 and dying you recall and all you have around you is a familiar stillness still it can’t all be that bad-- you were alive you were breathing you were still- digesting and growing and learning and you heart all the while was beating you were never still at all just a vessel for the motion of life 80 years of it and then it’s all just a return to the good earth to nurture the movement of life through a blade of grass a dandelion an acorn the beauty of your existence was how you carried the torch of life so brilliantly cradling it in your breast for so long even as your youth crept away and your blood slowed down and the memories faded and the thoughts all but stopped but here we are still here

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Jul 31, 2014

Jul 31, 2014 at 12:42 AM UTC

Still Here

still hours in still company still sitting-- waiting stilly how long until we break this monotony-- are these the hoursminutesseconds we regret? is this where it all went when say- 80 and dying you recall and all you have around you is a familiar stillness still it can’t all be that bad-- you were alive you were breathing you were still- digesting and growing and learning and you heart all the while was beating you were never still at all just a vessel for the motion of life 80 years of it and then it’s all just a return to the good earth to nurture the movement of life through a blade of grass a dandelion an acorn the beauty of your existence was how you carried the torch of life so brilliantly cradling it in your breast for so long even as your youth crept away and your blood slowed down and the memories faded and the thoughts all but stopped but here we are still here

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The vacant, quarantined building On the middle of main st. Busted, breaking down- demolished Rooms forgotten Unfilled// with people/thoughts/lost memories Patched with various shades of whites/off whites/eggshells Broken/peeling/dripping With yellow clingy innards Moving along my palm and fingers Dripping// from my lips/from my eyes Catch it please Catch it won’t you catch my words Won’t you catch and be caught Speak to me Drip/dry/shrink In the mid-day sun Open up baby, I’m coming in With pliers and piercing bullets No walls can’t be scaled I’ll bump/bust/buzz A real game of operation Dissecting the truth of Past/present/future You’s and me’s Speak so I can echo Like vacant halls/empty stairwells Take me step by step Hand in hand Pull up floorboard after floorboard Searching for the dirt in our foundations If only fingers could reach Farther and farther- they falter Sinking into mud//alone

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Jul 31, 2014

Jul 31, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC

**//Longing Desperation for your Secret//**

The vacant, quarantined building On the middle of main st. Busted, breaking down- demolished Rooms forgotten Unfilled// with people/thoughts/lost memories Patched with various shades of whites/off whites/eggshells Broken/peeling/dripping With yellow clingy innards Moving along my palm and fingers Dripping// from my lips/from my eyes Catch it please Catch it won’t you catch my words Won’t you catch and be caught Speak to me Drip/dry/shrink In the mid-day sun Open up baby, I’m coming in With pliers and piercing bullets No walls can’t be scaled I’ll bump/bust/buzz A real game of operation Dissecting the truth of Past/present/future You’s and me’s Speak so I can echo Like vacant halls/empty stairwells Take me step by step Hand in hand Pull up floorboard after floorboard Searching for the dirt in our foundations If only fingers could reach Farther and farther- they falter Sinking into mud//alone

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I wonder who I am to you. In your eyes? When you hold me When you kiss me When you touch me Who am I in your hands? What’s my name, what’s my story? Surely you and I must have a sad one Surely I must have a sad one For you to have been so willing So ready to let me Hold you Kiss you Touch you. Do we look alike? Is it in my eyes In my arms? When I hold you In my lips? When I kiss you In my fingers? When I touch you Maybe we walk the same talk the same Maybe it’s all in the way I chose to handle you When you were alone In the dark How you were held How you were kissed How you were touched But what if all this time You thought that I was Holding Kissing Touching You.

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Feb 13, 2014

Feb 13, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC

Identity Crisis

I wonder who I am to you. In your eyes? When you hold me When you kiss me When you touch me Who am I in your hands? What’s my name, what’s my story? Surely you and I must have a sad one Surely I must have a sad one For you to have been so willing So ready to let me Hold you Kiss you Touch you. Do we look alike? Is it in my eyes In my arms? When I hold you In my lips? When I kiss you In my fingers? When I touch you Maybe we walk the same talk the same Maybe it’s all in the way I chose to handle you When you were alone In the dark How you were held How you were kissed How you were touched But what if all this time You thought that I was Holding Kissing Touching You.

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