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Chase Hunter Mar 2015
We portray things to be so off-putting
clashing words together
building them up to eventually fall from the ceiling

Leaving these previously spoken ideas to die with time
Embarking on these imaginary journeys
just to have them left and forgotten behind

By the start of a new conversation
or the words are interrupted
to transfuse into a new formation

If we truly seek to pursue these thoughts
we must not feel distraught
but grateful that they were able to be caught

Knowing we have to work for them
for they cannot be bought

So go out and capture these journeys
These are no longer pictures from our imagination
these are no longer just thoughts in our head
you are no longer talking with your friends
or dreaming in bed

For the first time
You are alive
not dead
Chase Hunter Mar 2015
Take me back to that spot;
where your eyes distantly grazed against mine like an unfamiliar thought crossing through your head,
trying not to be forgotten

Take me back to the flickering images of your hair;
as it bursts with sparks of fire every time it comes in contact with the streams of light,
reaching through the window

Let me relive five minutes of time with you;
let me admire your smile as you curiously gaze into my eyes
as if reading a short novel,
written only for you

Take me back to the shoreline where we lost time;
take me back to you
Chase Hunter Apr 2015
The freckles on your face blend your skin in a blanket of unique criteria
Chase Hunter Apr 2015
I didn’t mean to interrupt
Focusing in on her oddly specific features
I really didn’t mean
She cuts me off with a slight glance before acknowledging my statement

She stares into my eyes as if she had once known me
Slowly turning her body towards me
Walking in my direction as if she had done this before
She looks me up and down as she says
come with me

As she turns her shoulder her hand finds mine
Fingers float smoothly through my palm
like water from the faucet

She takes me to a room with the light drained out
I can smell her perfume spread throughout the room
Her presence becomes closer with seconds
lust fills the room overtop of her already crowded perfume

The light switch clicks on
Light dances down her chest as she slides her shirt over
I lean up to feel her eyes glazing towards mine
Her smile cracks suddenly throwing her eyes down

Walking out the door I turn as she tugs my shirt
Staring into her eyes I can feel her pain
Suddenly there is a pause as someone approaches
He clears his throat with a curious puff to say

I didn’t mean to interrupt
Chase Hunter Apr 2015
We walk in and start looking around for something we want
We wander around trying to choose the next chapter
but its hard with so many surrounding us

Then the owner comes over and shouts at you
saying, you are taking too long
everyone else has already chosen

You start getting anxious because you are searching
for what feels like forever
and still can't figure out what you want

Your rush and grab something that looks safe
Just to find out that it wasn't what you needed
It wasn't what you wanted

So you close it
put it back on the shelf
maybe to find interest in it in the future

Until then, we will just keep looking
for something that catches our eye
and inspires us to turn the page.
Chase Hunter Mar 2015
Sitting on this small park bench
waiting in the winds while the trees undress
I look for a path that could change the past

All the words I speak are just continuous ideas I seek
Planning out my future like I am supposed to know who to be

Sitting on a park bench with the Autumn leaves
conversing with myself of what I actually want and need

Well I will truly never know until I succeed
but success is just an optimist of serenity
and sometimes even greed

So for now I will just sit on this park bench
with the calm and cooling breeze
Just being happy that I am me
Chase Hunter Mar 2015
I am waiting for the sun to peak through the trees
while I sit on these broken down beams

Motionless I stare into the abyss
wondering what will come from this

I watch the birds swiftly sway from tree to tree as they play
slowly hoping that everything will be okay

People always ask me what I will do
but I can't seem to find anything to say
Silently wishing they would all drift away
so I can just sail somewhere and live astray

I want to get away and not have all these people to pay
I find it weird we have to pay to live on a planet we were born on

Although; these are just things we all have to face
so instead of fighting with the whole human race
I will live here in the pathless woods
for this is my place
Chase Hunter Apr 2015
You would stand there in the kitchen holding our son
Light shining through the window
Just hitting the stranded strings of your hair disturbed by the wafts of air creeping through the window your father never had time to finish
Chase Hunter Mar 2015
Show me where you disappeared to.
Take me to where the sun seamlessly coats the mountains like the stroke of a paint brush on a canvas surface.
Chase Hunter Mar 2015
Conversing and thinking,
on how we are all slowly sinking
Everything can go wrong in the matter of blinking
Chase Hunter Mar 2015
As waves in an ocean my life moves in motion
With no past just present
I search for a notion of peace
The tranquility within can be such a beast
Seeking for the feast
Look ahead at what's to be
for there is so much in this life to see
So do not look down on thee
no matter how you think the situation should be

Smile
Happiness is key
Chase Hunter Mar 2015
Share with me the climactic battle between the waves of the sea and the so-called feeling of being free.
Chase Hunter Mar 2015
I can't tell you where I will be
but I know this climactic forest will always be with me

Whether I am hiding in the seams of the trees
or dancing in the mixed piles of leaves

Running with the wild
or balancing as one on the broken down beams

There is something about the woods that awakens me
shouts with a whistle of a breeze through the soft spoken trees
this is where you were meant to be

Always giving something new to see
just for thee
Chase Hunter Mar 2015
We have to set our minds free
Speaking how we all think differently

The ones who sit back in silence
are usually the ones who have the most to say

They are just unlike some
and express their ideas in a different way
Chase Hunter Mar 2015
Melodies of soft spoken syllabifies,
writing down stories about the people we will never meet
Our minds continuously crash like broken computer screens

Looking for questions instead of answers,
its the weird things our minds seek
Chase Hunter Apr 2015
Frustration building like water on the stove
Trying to reach out but constantly get stuffed down
Into the unknown grove which vibes to a different groove
Trying to stay out of the way but can’t seem to move
Your words feel like waves pulling me under
I can feel it in my slumber

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