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Chris Thomas Sep 2016
My fingers are raw.
I've held onto a thread that frays more everyday.
My throat is dry.
I drink from your cup but I only choke on saltwater.
My eyesight is blurred.
From the contact our eyes magnetically make.
My feet are blistered.
From standing for you while you fell further away.
My spine is tingling.
From the injection of your narcotic love.
My head is swimming.
From tidal waves crashing against my shore.
My heart is broken.
From the memories of the person I thought you were.
Chris Thomas Aug 2016
I've never given much thought
To an afterlife
If it's as empty as life itself
I'm not sure there's even a point
If it's as painful as the loneliness
I've endured for you
I don't think I care to see it
I'm better off slowly killing myself
I've never given much thought
To the dreams we dream
As the air escapes our lungs
And as our heartbeat finally stops
But if I dream of us together
The way I always wanted us to be
Then maybe it's time to close my eyes
And never lift their weights again
Chris Thomas Aug 2016
Slowly
Surely
Inevitably
We gather round to sing perpetual praises
While subtly taking jabs at the merry masters

Their chatter is chaos in our hearts
And in our ears it rings endlessly
Their balance is impeccable
But we possess unbreakable destiny

Dying
Rotting
Finitely
We dissolve into the soil of meager meadows
And evolve into cedars of circumstance

These roots will become our legacy
And proof of their coveted love
The branches will become our sanctity
Reaching worlds beyond these frail bodies
Chris Thomas Aug 2016
You read the book of life
But you can't turn the pages
And your plants are all made of lead
Another door slams
But you break right through
Still leaving your thoughts unsaid
Lucy loves John
But George loves Lucy
And now they're all in the sky
The eagle has landed
But he'll take it easy
Watching the whole world cry

When one twin falls
The other follows
Bringing us to our knees
How the pain overwhelms
When a thousand voices
Become a thousand lost memories
There's no comfortable in change
No cushion from the fall
The sirens ring out all around me
Still I can't move, can't even crawl

Images flash by like lightning
And it leaves an aching in me
What hurts most is the price we pay
To make us cry, make us bleed
Freedom is singing a forgotten song
When it's confined here inside these walls
Freedom is ringing, but the machine picks up
To find you weren't home at all
The lights are on but no one's there
My shield is strong, but my will is weak
The camera captures the great unknown
We fight back nightmares and a restless sleep

Show me all of your confusion
Paint it all in black and white
If it's sin you want, then it's sin we have
No color could change that light
I've walked the road to Eden
I know how the story will end
I still taste the apple everytime
I still break before I bend
The carousel spins itself off its post
Landing where angels dare not tread
Show me all of your confusion
As blood spills from forgotten dead

Some days the world is just a playground
Where the weak just pretend to be strong
Sometimes the voices down here are quiet
Waiting on a coward to finish his song
And time plays the part
Of the enemies we can't see
The muse has worked for the millionth time
In a life that will never be free

Wondering if the pieces will fit after all this time
Hoping you'll still shine your smile
Tasting salt in the water of the wishing well
You're so perfectly in denial
Shouting at angels on the freeway
You think redemption can be bought
But each passing day makes you realize
Forgiveness costs more than you thought

A sweet summer song drifts over the hills
You wish the echoes would never leave
A man in chains is no man at all
I remember you, the stains on your sleeve
Forgetting the path you took to get here
Neglecting the oath that you gave
Regret fills your every waking moment
Becoming just another melody to save

The devil calls for another life
We see his face, and we see her smile
He deserves his fate, and he waits in line
To end the waste, to end the trial
It's picturesque
It's all just a dangerous game
The first one to the edge of forever
Is the last one clinging to shame

These empty rooms, and these painted walls
I'm daydreaming on my way to the moon
The darkened sky, and the reasons why
It's just another artificial afternoon
The stars have faded and burned away
The endlessness still exists in here
I walked right into the pale sunset
And all I've ever been disappears

You find that failure, takes everything it wants
Leaving the doubts and broken dreams
But then patience pays for everything
A flood of emotion starts to tear your seams
You watch the daybreak, and wonder
If you will ever be what they need you to be
The words tremble as they dance across your lips
Their newborn eyes, staring up to see
***AUTHOR'S NOTE: I have been writing this piece for 15 years, since 2001, as the first few stanzas reference 9/11/01.  I've added a stanza everytime I've seen something that moves me in current events or something important happens to me personally, so there's no real theme to the piece.***
Chris Thomas Aug 2016
My world distorts around me
I seem stuck in two swirling dimensions
These photographs are just faded sketches
Of a life I no longer remember

Climbing, falling, heaven and hell calling
My feet are cut by splintered halos
I would stand on ceremony
But my knees are buckling and losing strength

Slipping, sliding, sun and moon colliding
I dance with these apparitions rising
My heart is heavy but my burdens light
While this cataclysmic civil war rages into dawn

There's an aperture in my memory
And I feel my sanity spilling out
Each step I feel the vertigo growing stronger
Am I a caricature for an audience of one?
Chris Thomas Aug 2016
He wants to sail to the stars
Grab onto heaven's gate on his way by
Yet he burns with anger
Love no longer orbits his heart anymore

The words, like meteors, fall from his careless mouth
There's no comet's tail to ride on anymore
For he's burning with anger
In a world where no one can hear him scream

The dust of his dreams loiters aimlessly
Adrift in the vacuum of everything
And he has finally burned out with anger
A brilliant supernova fading into black
Chris Thomas Aug 2016
Send me in a new direction
Where your footsteps tell me that I belong
Rain-drenched hair, dirt under my nails
And desperate futures locked tightly in a box

My dreams are all in foreign language
And my compass spins around aimlessly
The way back under your peaceful sky
Is accompanied by storms and bittersweet memories

I can't erase the past, so I will paint anew
This trail has been mired with ambivalence
For through the games we've won, and the stakes we've lost
My love for you has never failed
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