Chris Thomas

Chris Thomas Oct 2016

We spend existence digging graves
And calling it a new way of life
Slipping on marble stairways
Cutting paper hearts with paper knives

We stand on both sides of the fence
In the court of public opinion
Pleading no contest to the charges
Begging for just a drop of dominion

Instead of the ones that matter
We chase the ones chasing the zeroes
We only applaud when there's a crowd
Gathered around synthetic heroes

Chris Thomas Sep 2016

Chest of Drawers

I pull my heart straight from my chest
And place it inside a chest of drawers
The beating it once knew around you
Has now slowly petered out

I push my dreams from the precipice
And watch them shatter into shards
The blackness swallows every jagged piece
And sleep eludes my every chase

Chris Thomas Sep 2016

Vindicated in Saltwater

Therapy is a drenched raincoat
In this holy war of insignificance
I have no fear of these falling leaves
Tangled webs, or mangled governance

I scale the sky with winter's hands
I wash my face with summer's pesticide
We still revel in these accouterments
While quarrels fade with the coming tide

Fraying edges will tell of my road
Crumbling youth will sing of my songs
I am vindicated in saltwater seas
As falling stars shall right all my wrongs

Chris Thomas Sep 2016

Clutching Greys

It's obvious
I'll never be what you want me to be
Like a rockslide on Mount Everest
I am devastation and little more

It's simple
We choose to fade completely to black
But as we do, my fingernails
Are clutching tightly on all the greys

It's inescapable
There's only one direction to go
But like a compass without a needle
The right one is always obscured by chaos

It's rudimentary
There is a soundtrack to this life
But I am trapped within intermission
And the show may never resume again

It's cathartic
Tossing all these failures to the wind
I watch as they become an albatross
And quickly crash back to cold, hard, earth

Chris Thomas Sep 2016

Coup D'état

These streets singe my feet
Each cobblestone feels like burning coal
I duck in and out of cover
Trade my arms for a full night's rest
The morning comes like a westbound storm
I feel flayed and removed of life
Footmen gather like moths to a flame
To protect the illusion of a king and queen
Stark naked in my soul
I smudge dirt upon this solemn face
There's atrophy in the hearts of this dominion
But a coup d'état in these eyes of mine
Stay out of sight and wait
A new blood is running through my veins
By nightfall, the flags will be tattered
By tomorrow, the illusions will be clear

Chris Thomas Sep 2016

Paranoia in Paradise

Dried sorrow on a ***** cheek
What a waste of discretion
Rappel down to the depths of my forgiveness
Twisted ankles, a sorry first impression

Paranoia's alive in paradise
What a waste of such beautiful static
Silence the voices and you'll have your silence
But isn't the screaming just as tragic?

Chris Thomas Sep 2016

Bulletproof Vest

His body is lifeless, but
The endeavor wasn't completely fruitless
He sees a strand of hair on the pillow
It belongs to her
The one
That ****** one who dared trespass
On a heart the way only a woman can
He watched as she set ablaze
Every fire from east to west
Every fire from heaven to hell

He gently sets the pace, but
By the look that travels across her face
He knows that he's not so bulletproof
As he thought he'd be
As he used to be
That ****** one who dared take a shot
On a heart the way only a woman can
He watched as his blood spilled out
Every drop from heart to floor
Every drop at love's closing door