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 Dec 2012 Chris Rodgers
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Open and free again
Open to love
Open to life
Open to be again

Can’t live the rest of life like a monster
Open and free again
Open all doors and breathe it all in

Still me, unfree of sin
But wide open to be, just free

Whatever lurks in corners of my mind
Whatever morbid thoughts linger on the other side
Right now I want free, even if later I freely enslave me
just found this
and have no idea why it was under "private"
oh well, here it is..
 Dec 2012 Chris Rodgers
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her holds on me
(more than i held her)

i first spent time with her
in an apartment with no heat,

fell into her with ease
we were young, no stresses and free

laid her down on my couch
party dress, balloon packaging

my friend took her out first
pure and simple, should have scared me

by the glow of candles
warming her face to the lights ream

her smell was different
i was just hoping to get-some

her true intent eluded me
and i got her under my skin

her taste so devilish
tremble my heart as we began

i lost myself to her
and there i vowed never again                      

my friend, was not as lucky
he died, her still clinging to his arm

her power is entrancing
quickly ruining lives with the chase 



but time moves on and things change
i haven't kept her around for years now  

that girl was my hero in one dark moment of my life
then a villain stealing both friends and tears
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 Dec 2012 Chris Rodgers
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when Pachelbel makes me want to fly
and I never finished packing, but did burn
all my writing for heat last night
to make it through
just me, my guitar
and youth

if truth was what we seek then
I'd lie to you in breach with
words that make you smile
and ease a need for trials
like a preacher spouting
Van Gogh in syllables
I leave you
impressions
smilingly  
sunny
... just writing you
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