Collaborate with Society, By Chris.
                  In the world of our benefactors or such, others calling
                        Others collaborators.  As if such a term were,
                             Shameful.
                            I ask you, what greater endeavor exists than
                                That of collaboration?
                            For example in our current unparalleled enterprise
                               Refusal to collaborate is simply a refusal to grow
                                Which some insistence on suicide if you will.
                                       Did the lungfish refuse to breathe air?
                                              It did not,  
                                    It crept forth boldly while its brethren
                                                            rema­ined in the
                                             Blackest ocean abyss.  
                                     With lidless eye forever staring at the dark.      
                                         Ignorant, is it not? Doomed despite their
                                                       internal vigilance.          
                                            ­ Would we model ourselves on the
                                                                ­trilobite?
                                        Would that mean all accomplishments of
                                                       humanity
                                         Could fade, nothing more than a layer of
                                                     broken,
                                          Plastic shards, thinly strewn across a fossil
                                     Bed, sandwiched between a burgess shell, and
                                              Eons worth of mud? In order to
                       Be true to our nature and our destiny, we must aspire
                                                 to
                            Greater things we have outgrown our cradle.
                    It is feudal to cry for mother’s milk when our true
                                        sustenance
                        Await us, Among the stars!  Therefore I say yes! I am
  a collaborator! We all must collaborate, willingly, eagerly, if we
                 expect to
              Reap the benefits of unification. And reap we shall!  Civic
       deeds do not go unrewarded,  and contrary wise complicity
                          with people's cause  will
      Not go unpunished. So please, be wise… Be safe, be aware.
              We have plunged humanity into free-fall...
Now, is the moment to redeem ourselves.

©  Chris .B 2017

The sound of your voice, it lingers in my head; It feels a void of nothingness to come with sorrow.
        I can only imagine, a world without you.
                                  Reality is cruel, but I was even crueler.
                       I showed you the worst, and you gave me your best; I
            could only say
                                              “Thank You”
                           For showing me how to be happy

He asked me " do you want me to stop loving you"?

I replied " you can't stop loving me when you never did

I starve my body in hopes
it'll nourish my mind
I toy with the idea
that I could feel any emptier as I skip meals
and stick a toothbrush down my throat

When I sit in front of the toilet
I wonder
If I was so small
I disappeared
How long would you mourn me for?

We've known each other for long
But still, you can't say a thing
That would define me
What's that spark you see?

Well, I don't know
You have no clue what lives inside my guts
No way you could see within
So why are you still here, wondering who's under the skin?

I don't want you to get *****, finding out who I am
Coz there's a lot of **** inside my head
And much more ***** in my heart, both can't be replaced
No point in cleaning it up, trust me I've tried many times before

And I don't really need you
To see the mess
People around me have done
Coz you've helped them too

I'm sorry that it's true
And there is no cure for me
So don't try to find it
Or else, regrets will hunt me down
Because you've wasted your time not only
On me, but on my issues, too

How many times have you cried because of me?
How many times you wished you were dead
Because your feelings were accepted but not given back?
Tell me, I'll listen before I go, disappear on the quiet bubbly road

There's bulimia in me, I figured it out
Vomiting feelings I've once accepted, not able to answer them
And now giving them back in the nastiest way possible
Covered in dark bubbles, smelling like death

And I would kneel by the toilet
Throwing up all the things I didn't mean
But said with a smile, hoping you'll be glad
Because we are friends, right?
It leaves bitter taste that stays for days
And I can't help but think

Why do they try to see the darkest part
Where everything is messy and covered in blood
Examination of my fakest smiles leads them to realization
There's something wrong with my heart

And I appreciate that you care, yet
I'm sick of it
I can't handle feelings of others and
That drives me insane, needing more shots
So I could spit all the mess out from my mouth and get rid of it

You really are there when I need
Thanks about that by the way
But you can't heal a bulimian heart
That's sick of all this attention that
You're giving me

It's not your fault, it's just me
Knowing people who get too much attached to me
Will get hurt
So my brain starts fighting against it, leaving my heart with a message

Don't let them in and if you do
Get them out like stomach does
When it can't handle the food
Don't play it nice

Still, I can't help
But don't want to hurt you
Yet you're difficult
So now I'm standing here
Saying these words I've made up
Of what I threw up

the crimson of a rose
in the air
leaving on a cold winter day
in old pots
on old tables
spilling its petals

onto the hallways and little rooms of sunlight.


do the churches lead somewhere divine?