Charlie Chirico

Charlie Chirico Sep 2015

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Try writing from your heart, with a hand that won't quit shaking, and lungs that might explode from anxiousness, only to see your words
be drowned out by a combination of words made to make cents, but heavy lacking on sense. A mind that cycles is like a firefight with your synapses looking for that spark. It's electrifying and mind-blowing, these moods that take months to overcome. Electrifying are the manic months, ones where you hide bank statements, where you penetrate a woman both mind and body. Mind-blowing is the depression, and the barrel of a pistol clenched between your teeth, as you open up your junk mail hopelessly searching for a letter sealed with a kiss.
But it doesn't exist.

I'm tired of the spam on this **** site.

#kiss #depression #hate #mania #mail #spam

Charlie Chirico Sep 2015

Lazy Limerick

How do you write poetry?
Do all of the lines have to rhyme?
Because I'm lost as ****.
Haven't had any luck.
Knowing this was a waste of my time.

Charlie Chirico Sep 2015

A Blushing Brush

Muse For Hire!*

Step up, form a line, take my hand
and explain a smile. Kiss my neck as I grasp a pen and scribble a word. Let my eyes open to see a world, where you've existed well before the given chance of becoming an afterthought consumes me enough to hark your dimensions, mark my words.

Cathartic energy is depleted faster than tubes of paint used to create thick brush strokes that compliment thin lines purposefully, yet with enough spontaneity to frame an abstract thought. Your symmetry can be manipulated, but only on paper, that which can be brought to life in sessions. In little moments.

The culmination of those little moments are scrapbooked, each picture slipped into a corner slot, behind paper that reminds me of your scent. A scent that makes me close my eyes. One that I can taste, and feel, and describe with hand gestures.

Embrace me and help me understand the definition of infinite. Watch a candlestick melt with me
as the sun rises.

Let me order you a coffee and say, "I'm not buying you a coffee, but rather your conversation."

#love #paint #art #muse #embrace #catharsis #energy

Charlie Chirico Sep 2015

I'm Not Your *****

A cold sweat forming
on my brow, you offer me
half your seat because
I look morose, and I tell you
in a contemptuous voice
to not dare take advantage,
but your need for closure
outweighs my need to mouth
the word friendship to you,
yet you focus on my lips hoping
to inch your way closer.
I guess you confused my
narrowing eyes for eyes of
lust and appreciation.
And don't get me wrong,
I do appreciate you
as a person,
but right now I do not feel
the need to be looked at as
a play thing. I'm not a *****
kept in your nightstand.
I'm not a blanket
made of boyfriend material.

Charlie Chirico Sep 2015

Dream Girl (10 Word Poem)

Sleep's unattainable when
you've found the girl
of your dreams.

#love #anxiety #sleep #dreams #new #10w

Sep 2015

Charles Bukowski

Dostoevsky

against the wall, the firing squad ready.
then he got a reprieve.
suppose they had shot Dostoevsky?
before he wrote all that?
I suppose it wouldn't have
mattered
not directly.
there are billions of people who have
never read him and never
will.
but as a young man I know that he
got me through the factories,
past the ******,
lifted me high through the night
and put me down
in a better
place.
even while in the bar
drinking with the other
derelicts,
I was glad they gave Dostoevsky a
reprieve,
it gave me one,
allowed me to look directly at those
rancid faces
in my world,
death pointing its finger,
I held fast,
an immaculate drunk
sharing the stinking dark with
my
brothers.