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346 · Jun 2013
Just Smile
Chris T Jun 2013
You shouldn't
let it
get you
down.

It isn't
true,
none of it.

Smile away
the darkness
of your days.

Know that
I've been
through it too

and I'll do
everything
to try
and help.

I'll be
by your side;
that's what friends
are for.
2010. Really old.
336 · Feb 2014
Sorry reader
Chris T Feb 2014
for not writing anything humorous in a while.
it's been a tough week but i'm now ready to pretend
that i'm actually funny and write some lines that are
not completely lame pieces about heartbreak. i ain't
over it yet but i soon will be. **** happens and
people leave  but there are few choices: i gotta deal.

**[writing about my night time conversations with plush
Jack Skellington a few moons ago intensifies]
Yup. Sometimes you just gotta say **** it! Haha.
332 · May 2013
Writers And Depression
Chris T May 2013
I read a report
Not so long ago
Called:
“Writers most
likely
to suffer
from depression”
Irregular pay
Isolation
Contributed to
The illness
I knew this to be
True
But it’s not the whole
Truth
Writers go mad for
Other reasons
We go mad because
We’re insane enough
To cut pieces of
Our souls
And
Trap them
In paper
And ink.
This is an old one I found in my notes. I found the report in some news site, it explained why it is so many of our fellow writers go mad because of depression. I've suffered with depression all my life, while I wrote, it sometimes got worse; this is my theory. To this day it's true. Writers are most likely to suffer from depression.
327 · May 2013
Let Fire Ring
Chris T May 2013
And the sky
        rained fire
         and the wind
blew hard
              and the trees
         they blazed
        and animals
    ash corpses
and on the
              mountain top
         a man stood
          tall and laughed
laughed
                     laughed
while the moon
            turned red
and bled
    and the night sky
stung and marked
                         a red streak
                    and a mouth
        opened up
     and the moon
    she swallowed up
  lesson learned        
lesson learned              
Earth is Hell
2011. a really old one.
Chris T Mar 2013
I’ve been reading two other poets
Two girls that are around my age
They do not know that I do this
Reading them and comparing them
Being jealous of them as well and
I see how different we are
The girls and I that our way of
Thinking and feeling is unlike
Each others that their style is great
But so so very different
And one is Plath and the other
Reminds me of Neruda’s works
While I’ll try to be Bukowski
I wonder who is the better
Poet realizing that it’s likely
Not me but that I do not care
They do not care either I hope
We write for ourselves and it is
Us and not those writers mentioned
Then I want to tell them how much
I love and hate their poetry with
The fury of a junkies crave for
His next fix and I want them to
Tell me that they love and hate me
Like that or in their own surreal
Way even if I know that they
Do not read my own poetry or
Know who I am or that they would
dislike my work so very much
I’ve been reading two young talents
That are around my age which means
That I’m young too and that I them
Have futures in this writing thing
Well at least I hope I do be
-Cause those two girls sure as hell do.
I think I’ll tell them lovely girls
Just not now because I hate them
At this terribly fun moment.
310 · Feb 2014
Declared insane (10w)
Chris T Feb 2014
I have officially lost my mind

(and it feels good).
298 · Jul 2013
Notitle 10w
Chris T Jul 2013
There really isn't
Anything like
The wet smell of
        rain.
Here. 'Cause I haven't written anything in forever (like a week. Feels like forever though)
297 · May 2013
Untitled (16w)
Chris T May 2013
Many moons and suns
   have melted on that
     canvas horizon since
       our last cup of wine.
Just a dumb little thing because I'm bored. Title suggestions? Leave em below.
Chris T Feb 2014
(if i pretend) it doesn't hurt (it might stop hurting)
(It really isn't good advice.)
279 · May 2013
The Summer Burns Cold
Chris T May 2013
The mountains went green
some time ago.
The flowers opened
some time ago.
The road did smile brown
some time ago.
The birds sang again
some time ago.

All beauty returned
some time ago,
All of it except
you.
Chris T Feb 2014
Of all the things I said and did
when farewell to you I bid
never had I felt more horrid.

And since, when I watch the sky at night
your face appears made out of starlight
shining above, bathing me in white.

And in my dreams where we're together still,
then and only then will joy me fill,
after I'll wake into a nightmarish chill.

All I wish is for your forgiveness.
Every moment from now in my existence
it'll feel like a growing distance.

Though you've made it clear it's over,
this love, this bond, unlike trees in October,
it shall never wither; with me you remain forever.
Ugh. Talk about desperate and dumb,
273 · Mar 2014
15W
Chris T Mar 2014
15W
my writing could be worse.
i could be writing about
cigarettes
but i'm not
so...
It's a joke. Please don't be offended. I do enjoy cigarettes mentioned in poems! I've done it a few times! Smile, mis amores!
243 · Apr 2013
Flower (10w)
Chris T Apr 2013
The
last
flower
in our
garden bloomed
yesterday.

It’s smiling.
I never do the 10 word thing.
This is my first try.
What do y'all think?
Chris T Feb 2014
it's been two nights and at this same hour
i've thought about you and felt empty.
i go on looking for you only
to see again that your picture is
gone and you're gone and i'm alone for
good this time. i expect every
night to be the night when we'll make up
and go back to how it was. god i
miss your voice and face and eyes but what
i miss the most is that smile that'd fix
any bad feelings lurking about.
i need it now more than ever. you.
(but i don't blame you for wanting to
end whatever it was i thought we
were having. i'm not angry i just
miss you too much to put into words)

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