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Chris Feb 2020
A lonely day
One after love
One by itself

Not celebrated
Nor is it hated
Just average.
Oh hey! That's the day this poem was written! Whaddya know?
Chris Oct 2022
On the edge again
The void down below
If you think too much
You'll take a step back

Ignore yourself
Suppress the thoughts
Leave care behind
Just take the step
Chris Dec 2020
Grab onto the fence
Don't you dare let go
Rob you every cent
Strike your newest low

You feel the thunder
The lightning within
You begin to wonder
Is this where it ends?

Hold on for the ride
While gasping for air
Just keep it inside
And let your mind wear

Looking for some hope
Pressure on your chest
You think you can cope
But just do your best
I had a very severe panic attack less than 10 minutes ago and thought I should jot down my ideas right now.
Chris Feb 2020
Cheating on you-
With myself.
Nothing to do.
Not with you.
Hey look! They're having a divorce!
Chris Feb 2019
That's me.
You thought I'd help.
But I failed again.

I'm sorry
But I'm not what you see.
I'm just another poser.

That's me.
You can call me 'friend'
But if I must...

I won't hesitate to betray you again.
Enjoy
Chris Dec 2018
It happens to
everyone.
It will affect
everything.
A set of dolls
smashed.
A child's life
bashed.
Your car's
crashed.
Headlights
flashed
A marriage
trashed.


You've caused
abuse.
You've been
abused.
Family can
abuse.
Laws are
abused.
This is for all the scumbags.
Chris Feb 2021
A body on the streets
Step around, it reeks.

Life's been wasted
Thrown out for cash
Abrasion o' justice
The rich hide the rash
A human life, $7.25 an hour.

This poem was inspired by the song "Calm Like A Bomb" by Rage Against The Machine. Specifically the line "A ditch full of bodies, and a check for the rent" really hit homes. In the middle of a pandemic,  many people dying, many people laid off, and many people got evicted to live on the streets. To spread the disease. To spread captisalism. Socialism is the vaccine.
Chris Jun 2019
More than one
Less than two
Who am I
Without you?
Enjoy.
Chris Feb 2020
Talking to myself
Might seem crazy.
Especially
when in public.

But I didn't think
I was talking
to myself.

I thought
I was talking
to you.
Enjoy.
Chris Jun 2019
I'm bad with names
It's a **** shame
If only I could remember
the few people I've met.

I mean no disrespect
when I ask your name
I guess in retrospect
I should make it a game.

When I ask; take a shot
Or add a buck to the ***
I don't mean to offend
When I forget your name.

I swear I'm doing my best
Won't put you with the rest
To me you're a special guest.

So no offense
When I forget your name.
But I'll hold you close
Ti'll the time comes to forget your face.
I have pretty bad memory issues. Does anyone else have this problem, not just with names but poem ideas and story ideas. There one moment, gone the next. Enjoy.
Chris Feb 2019
Why am I yelling?
Why am I angry?
The hate keeps swelling
just feeding the fire.

The water inside
is just boiling out
There's no way to hide
it's making me shout.

But if it spills over
how will it end?
will it finally takeover?
I didn't mean to offend.
Enjoy
Chris Mar 2019
I wanted to say I'm back
To make you smile or make you laugh
Reassure you that I'm here to stay
But motivation is what I lack.
May I should spend more time and write a paragraph
Or just wait until some other day.

I can't say for sure that what I write's any good.
But I can say with all my heart, that it's something me.
Enjoy.
Chris Jun 2020
Apathy
Brings only pain
A bullet in part
It enters your brain
And goes out your heart
Thanks for reading this.
Chris Jan 2019
Am I just another face in the crowd?
Given no reason to be proud
Just hear me scream so loud
Watching the farm get plowed.

Comes down on me so hard
I don't know what to feel
Leaving my body scarred
How'd life get so real?

Beatings that can't be seen
Controlling behind the screen
Beat me like your coward queen
Cover up and clean the scene

My face, a price of gold
Create my priceless mold
Flaunt me, but can't be sold
Trade me when you grow old.

When you get something new
Buy me for my appeal
no one really cares what's true
When you forever kneel.
True beauty.
Enjoy.
Chris Jun 2019
A silent voice
Screams out in fright
A mournful cry
that fills the night

The chilling note
Falls on deaf ears
And all she wrote;
Ignored by her peers

A silent voice
Met another
It was his choice;
Restart together.
Inspired by my favorite film of all-time, it has the same title. A Silent Voice. Enjoy.
Chris Oct 2018
To those who read and those who plead
A message for one and all to heed
Please please, I need your attention please
A fickle star such as me has much to need
If we choose to leave or stay in times of greed
Then we must heave the grey lives we lead
It's so sad yes so sad to see our love bleed
Watching them fall like Indian beads

Listen listen please, or we'll be bound
For if we don't we'll lose all we've found
If we refuse to let free our hearts that pound
Then we will be forced to stick to the ground
The sky! Please look to the sky!
For we dream to fly up so high!
Like a bird! Yes a bird! If a lowly bird can fly!
Then why shouldn't we go and give it a try?

Now look brother now see sister! If we leave we're free!
We can leave this land and reach new heights above seas!
The sky will burn no more the green will finally flee!
Our lives, destroyed by our love for getting the lead
We must band together and finally we'll get to see
The world outside is more than just a sad dream
Outside is where our chance lies, waiting for one keen eye

An eye! yes an eye! Please please give me an eye.
If the mist takes lives and removes our eyes
Surely the sky above all sky's will fix our lies.
Fix our lies? No not our lies, fix our lives!
With no more lives to deal with strife
We'll be set free into a world without life.
Our perfect world awaits us we must leave!
But now we all see that our chance is lost.
There is no life the green takes it all.
There is no truth the lies hide it all.
There is no hope the sky still falls.
It takes just one mistake for us to end it all.
Enjoy
Chris Jun 2020
Leaning back
In my chair
Balancing
My weight.

I'm not scared
If I fall
All I'll break
Is your heart.
"Be careful with others hearts and don't put up with someone who's not careful with yours." - Everyone's free to wear sunscreen.
Chris Apr 2019
How to write a poem?
I ask this question often.
Don't make it too deep
Don't make it too shallow
Engage your reader
New ideas come and go
Chase after them
Or let them flow
Dive into your creativity
End it on a mellow note.
Enjoy.
Chris Oct 2019
First time in a while
I'm a bit rusty
I've struggled before
but you can trust me

You know I've been scraped
And how I've been bruised
But I've changed my shape
And managed my tune.

Guess it's time to work
Get back in the fray
Just another perk.
Lets live another day.
Btw a bomb went off at my school.
Enjoy.
Chris Oct 2018
Mister White sends his kids to school.
Mister Black keeps his kids at home.
Mister Grey ponders if he's just a fool.
"Calm down and let go" says mister White.
"Hold on to remember" says mister Black.
"But he stole me of life!" says mister Grey.

Mister White, being calm and just tells mister Grey,
"Karma can carry you to victory, be fair to him and you'll be fine."
Mister Black, never seeing eye to eye with mister White tells him,
"If you let time take it's course, you'll never get anywhere in life, take action and make haste."
Mister Grey, not knowing what to say replies,
"Mister White, mister Black, thanks to you both, but Karma can take a life and rushing causes recklessness."
Mister White ponders his thought and says to him,
"That may be true, but if we take action we can endanger the lives of the innocent."
Mister Black lets the idea roll around in his head before saying,
"You may be right, however, if we don't do something we allow them to continue with their crimes."
Mister Grey seeing there's no right or wrong wonders,
"If I were younger would I be more like mister Black? If I had concept of time would I be more like mister White?"
Mister Grey chews on this idea, spitting out the truth, mister Grey leaves.
I don't really know i was throwing around the idea of making a poem about a man named "Mister White" and "Mister Black" about how they disagreed then throwing in mister grey at the end to show a regular persons view on the two radicals of life. But i don't know, let me know what you think.

I want criticism not appraisal.
Chris Jun 2020
Bottle me up
Push me down
Bury me
Beneath your guts
I'll squirm
And it will hurt
But you can't.
You can't let me show.
If someone sees
You'll be outlawed
You'll be ostracized
You'll be a coward.
You'll be hated.
Now keep it a secret.
"You crying? What, are you a p*ssy or something?"
Chris Jan 2020
Chopsticks
Don't look down
Don't fall
Don't worry
Don't give in
Don't listen
Ignore them
Ignore the thoughts
Keep moving
Keep thinking
No don't
Don't think
You'll fall
Chopsticks
They're frail
Don't falter
Push forward
Keep moving
Keep going
Keep moving
Don't think
Trust them
They don't lie

They snapped
Chris Jun 2019
Everyday someone enters.
Everyday someone leaves.
But not me.

I've been here for 12 years now.
The pain I feel gets better with time.

Or so I'm told.

Isn't it ironic?
Someone tells me what it's like
But then I experience it.
Tell them otherwise.
But I'm wrong.

As usual.
Enjoy.
Chris Feb 2019
Come my child
Confess your sin
Unchain your pain
Release what's within

Come my child
Our father listens
Just go wild
It'll teach you lessons

Come my child
Fix the life you've lead
For if you don't
Then I'll be the one
To put a Bullet in your head.
Enjoy
Chris Jan 2020
Mass production
just turn the crank

Mass destruction
hide in the tank
I don't have the answer.
Chris Jun 2019
"You won" he said.
as he slapped a label on my back
Your story's been read
then he left me with the pack

I guess I won
the prize is shame;
a forgotten name,
a lifetime of pain.

At least something's been gained
another award put in the stash
My medallion of empty gold
to help soften my headfirst crash
I had wrote the first 4 lines for this one about 5 months before publishing it because I didn't know where to go and gave up on it. Enjoy.
Chris Dec 2019
What happened to you?
Why are you broken?
Would you like some help?
Should I leave you be?

Are you shattered too?
Have you awoken?
Tell me how you felt.
Tell me what you see.

I am your family
So you can trust me
There's no need to leave

I'm your biggest fan
I'm what you're to be
My heart's on my sleeve.

At last, you've joined
Another day spent.

Now you're one of us.
It's where you must've went.

But now, you are gone

And now I'm content.
Thought I'd try a poem where it shrinks and shrinks.
Let me know what you think and if you'd like to see more.
Enjoy.
Chris Jun 2020
I put on my cap and gown and went outside.
The wind was gentle and the sun was warm.
My gown was smooth, soft, and it made me happy.
My cap was light and ready to be thrown miles.
The moment comes and the moment passes.
My gown's still folded on the counter with my cap on top.
Neither has been worn, what's the point?
Maybe someone can use it in the future.
I'll just save it for them.
Covid kinda *****.
I was listening to "Saintlike" by Jakey when I started writing this.
Chris Jun 2019
Mountain so high
Please tell me why
Why you continue to grow
The worlds falling don't ya know?
Up is where you belong
If only I were that strong
I'd follow you wherever you go
Enjoy.
Chris Jun 2019
Here I am
The shadow of a man
That never was.
Enjoy.
Chris Jan 2021
Dedication: Hours to your craft
Inspiration: Found from within
Motivation: To climb and succeed
Squandered: Stolen, lost, destroyed.
Just failed at something that I've spent the last 4+ month busting my back to work on. It really *****, but I wish everyone else the best of luck.
Chris May 2020
Keep me from public
Cover my face
Hide my words
Remove from the world
What little I left.

Scrub away the remains
And let me fade
into obscurity.
I'm like 99% sure HP is hiding my poems. When I look in notifications I don't see anything, but then I look at my poems and I see likes, favorites, comments, whatever. But HP isn't letting me know these things, and I'm pretty sure they're just hiding my poems. So that's pretty cool I guess. I just hope my account doesn't get deleted, but what can I do, eh?

(I saw "Chameleon's" poem about the same subject after I made this).
Chris Nov 2019
There's nothing left
You can't escape
There's only death
Accept your fate.
I'm writing poems and riddles for my D&D campaign.
Enjoy.
Chris Mar 2020
A rainbows end
Should not be sad.

For its life
Was full of color.

The other side,
A new journey.

Glimmering gold
Is where it starts.

Shining beauty
Is where it parts.

Then the clouds leave.
As is the law.

Around the bend,
The last it saw.

Do not weep for a rainbow-
Even though it may be sad.

When you mourn for the rainbow-
You ruin what it once had.
I started this about 4 months ago but didn't know what to do with it. I finished it earlier today in class. I don't know how it makes you guys feel, but it makes me extremely emotional and I almost cry every time I read it.
Chris Mar 2020
I'm gonna **** myself
But it's for attention
So it doesn't count
So just let this slide.

When you hear the bang
Don't enter the room.

I want you to call the police.
Tell them you heard a loud bang in my room.

Don't worry about the future
I left a box of stuff.

In the box, there's a list.
It's for Matt. Don't look.
Unless you hate surprises.

I left enough gifts on there to last you 20 years.
Matt will buy them
Or he'll feel like ****.

For Ky, I left my computer.
Hers is better, but she said she wanted mine
When we were 12.

For Hope, I leave my grandma's blanket.
It's torn and filthy, but that adds to its history.

I don't want you to enter at all.
At least for a year.

When the time's up
You'll find something special.

When it comes time to clean
Have Matt and Brian do it.

For Jared, I leave my old games
He says they're collectors.

For Liam, I leave Fire Emblem.
Maybe this will get him to play it.

Sorry that it was always me and you.
And not someone more interesting.

Jenna will console you
at least at first.
So you'll have someone else to talk to.

I was never good at conversation
So sorry for wasting time

But maybe now,
I'll be good for conversation.
It was inspired by 'night mother play. I hope you enjoyed and maybe thought about how you would leave a letter.
Chris Feb 2020
Dripping
In sincerity
Or so I'm told
Sincerely,
I'm dripping
In regrets
Yet to unfold.
A hollow work
Chris Jul 2019
The earworm
In my head
Had made it
To my brain
And eaten
What little's
Left
Enjoy.
Chris May 2020
A fighter.
A hero.
A rebel.
A leader.
As good as they come.
That was Echidna.
I had a dream about the hero Echidna. I'm gonna try and write it out here in a series of poems.
Chris Jun 2020
Hello?
Can you hear me?

Do you feel the same?
You do?

Hello?
Can you repeat me?

Hello?
Can you give me my opinion?

Hello?
Should we silence all disagreement?
I find that we all like being in an echo chamber, at least from time to time.
Chris Nov 2020
Elves during summertime
with their drink and songs
They smile and they laugh
they help right my wrongs

When they're waking up
they jest with the birds
When they're winding down
they leave loving words

Elves on the mountainside
they frolic and they play
A place I can visit
but I cannot stay
Just the 2nd part of an old poem I wrote.
Chris Jan 2020
Upon the hill
I see the light glow
A place of happiness
That I'll never know
Chris Dec 2018
One heart beats and another starts
The machine assembles the parts.
Sprinkled with water it's set free
Our lives are spent to bloom the seed.
A woman's cry to start this life
The tools never tell us lies.
It tells us it's positive
Try to pause a bit.
Let things slow down
Thought's will make you drown.
Your belief tells you what
Your mind thinks too much.
Say yes to end the pain
But end a life in vain.
A family member has a teen pregnancy. I want to help but every thinks it's amazing. They don't realize that she's already behind on grades and will have a hard time dealing with the real world but everyone acts as if this is good.
Chris Feb 2021
Working and pregnant?
No time off

Graduated from college?
4 years; no job

Born into a poor family?
Invest in real estate

Paid minimum wage?
Work harder.

Sick in need of meds?
Only costs $750

Born a minority?
Stop being lazy

For these reasons and more
We hope you enjoy your stay
In the USA.
Capitalism is broken.

If you don't agree with that after reading this poem, feel free to DM me and I'll see if I can show you more reasons as to why Capitalism is flawed.

Have a wonderful day, stay safe, and fight the machine.
Chris Feb 2019
This poem's fake
But what did you expect?
With me being pushed so hard
How am I supposed to connect?
I'll type up something that provokes emotion
But makes you lose a little respect.
I'll say, "It's the flow of the ocean"
To cover up what I feel
I'll keep it short
But I'll keep it sharp.
My poems, like me, are fake
But you like it nonetheless.
I've been pushing out stuff that I come to regret lately. I hope you guys like it though.
Enjoy.
Chris Apr 2021
I can see it on the bridge
The moonlight reflecting off it
My cats fear it
Now they stay in at night

I can hear it howling in the dark
Screaming for a mate?
Or roaring from hunger pangs?
But I know it sees me.

In the morning
I opened my door
To see it...
Scurry away.

Late at night, alone in my house
I could hear it's breath on my window
It was salivating.
In the morning it will have me.
And I...
Will be delicious.
Title Inspired by the song "Fear of The Dark" by Iron Maiden, I was listening to Orion by Metallica, and it was inspired by What Remains of Edith Finch
Chris Aug 2019
Fight for what's left
Not for what's right
What's right's subjective
What's left's objective.

The future's built
On what we have
The future's lost
To what we want.
Don't ask me, I don't have the answer.
Enjoy.
Chris Feb 2019
They lick hungrily at something to burn
Like the human mind wanting to learn.
I was originally wanting to add more. But I felt it was all said in those two lines.
Enjoy.
Chris May 2020
Never before have I been in a moment like this


and now it's gone.
Chris Oct 2019
It's full of holes.
I am a comedic genius.
Enjoy.
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