Chris T

Chris T Jan 2014

I left the window open:
All monsters are hereby
welcome.

First 10 word of 2014 :)
Enjoy.

Chris T Jan 2014

I caught my punk friend eating my girlfriend out

My girlfriend
Recently
Moved in with me
So she decided
To call her friend,
Who was also
A close friend of mine,
For a couple of beers
In the now 'our' house.
Carmel Scotts
Arrived, knocked,
At around 9,
And girlfriend let him in
And his motorcycle
Sat outside near my
****** old car.
He was a skinny
Ill skin tone guy
Due to his being a
Poppy aficionado,
And he dressed
Like he belonged at
A London punk rock
Concert in the early 80s.
He came in
With his huge mohawk
Flipping God and the system off
And his boots
Knock knock knocking
On Satan's roof.
'Sup' 'Sup' 'Beer?'
'Yeah man, of course'
And we drank and drank
And the now 'our' clock's hands
Moved and struck
12.
We were quite drunk.
I put on
That record
By The Stooges
That we loved
And went to take a ****.
When I came back
Iggy was moaning about
Some Deathe Car
While on the now 'our' floor
Carmel crouched
Like a tiger
Above girlfriend's opened legs
As she too moaned
Being eaten alive by
the now 'our' friend.
They were really going at it
And didn't notice I was back.
I was mad,
Really ****** mad.
I was about
To slam him
Off girlfriend and beat him
To a pulp
When suddenly, I woke up.
I remembered
That I don't have a girlfriend,
(I never have had one)
And I don't have a punk friend
(Or any friend really).
So from mad
I turned sad
And got drunk without both of em.

Just for fun. I wrote this at 1:30am. It's funny in my opinion. Haha, I really don't have friends, I've never had a gf but I use that fact to be funny. Carmel Scotts was actually my imaginary punk friend from when I was a lonely 8 year old, I don't know where you are, Carmel, but I miss you and you can eat out my gf any time, bro!

Chris T Jan 2014

***** doesn't make you a father

I was six:

On the steps
Of the small
Carousel

Stood the old,
Greying haired
And mustached

Man in a
Ratty suit
Smiling and

Anxiously
Peering out,
Waited for

Me.

"He is your
Father, say
Hello please"

"Hello" I'd
Said to the
Stranger who'd

Introduced
As father
Yet I hadn't

Met or seen
Before or
After and

That's where it
Ends.
The one,
The only,
Memory
Of him.

Good riddance
I suppose.

I found this one in a notebook. This is a 2012 poem.

Chris T Dec 2013

-unfinished poem-

I'd buy a map and search this whole world,
Every continent and every country and city,
On foot, shoeless,
Swimming the Atlantic,
Looking for you.
And you'd be surreal and different
From the plastic dolls that the flesh factories,
The flashing T.V. screens and fake magazine smiles,
Have set upon this small dustball planet of ours.
Somewhere on this spinning globe
You're waking up, washing your perfect face
And having coffee,
walking the dog
Or taking drags of a cigarette,
Reading, sleeping,
Drinking, dancing...
Maybe you're thinking of me
Like I'm doing right now,
And if that's the case I want you to know
That somewhere on this spinning globe
I'm setting out with that map
To look for you, like a *** soaked pirate's ghost
Eternally searching for his treasure,
I'm coming and i won't stop
Until I find you.

*Possible Title: Wandering through the Earth looking for you

I told myself that I was done with writing but uh... yeah, that's not something people like us can do now, is it? So here, I started on with this thing. Needs a title and to be finished as well.

Chris T Dec 2013

The real me would kiss and then stab you

I've become so acquainted with my sociopathic thoughts
That I greet them like you would an old friend.
I've forgotten what it's like to think 'normal'
And when that strange happening occurs
I become worried.
"This is not you.
You are insane."
And some would prefer it be different,
But I wouldn't have it any other way.

(And then drop your body in a well whilst tears drop from my eyes)
Alright. Enough with the ****** writing. I need to get back on that horse, that mental state that allows me to write better because this thing we have here, in my head, it ain't working. (2013)

Chris T Dec 2013

The horizon may swallow me whole

I think about packing my clothes in a guitar case,
drinking enough cans of some energy drink to not **** me ,
and catching the first bird outta here.

"Fly me into the open mouth of the horizon
And let it swallow me whole until I become nothing,
Maybe then i'll be smiling".

What a **** joke.

2013. This could be the start of some new writing thing. A story? Eh, I don't know.

Chris T Nov 2013

Rain conjured zen

.                     On nights like this one,
When i felt empty,
                    I longed for the rain,
For the earth to cool
                     The windows to blur.
The shapeless image
                         That things then became,
Was comfort like I'd
             Never felt before.

*the rain was my friend
when i had no friend

2013. Not feeling too good tonight.