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Chris Thomas Dec 2016
They tell me I stand on ceremony
That I feel neither embrace, nor slap
But though my rigid eyes refuse compromise
I am human, though not the one I was before

It's true that I like an order to things
And that my comfort rests in things I can touch
But of all the reasons I can see in the mind's eye
"I am human" is the one that resonates the most

I blend into the background where I've made my home
A world where shadows beget only more shadows
But though the darkness controls my existence
I am human, and there's light within me yet
Chris Thomas Dec 2016
I am underwhelmed
It seems I have absconded
With a royal's daughter and yet
They merely chase me
With their gluttonous knights
And bewildered steeds

She is fairer than the month of June
And I see the faintest glint of emerald
In those majestic eyes
They empower me
Her skin is that of satin and raspberries
Delicate and ****

The gambit is afoot, but alas
Thou wicked lord, I possess two
And I will blend into the night
And the darkest of shades
She is the resolve of my compass
And to ends of Earth itself I will hasten

Though the wrath of kings
Is grand, she is grander still
And the stockade
Is no match for romance in flight
She belongs to me and not her prince
And thine emerald eyes don't deceive me
Chris Thomas Dec 2016
My dreams are juxtaposed with failures
My motion is akin to driftwood in the empty sea
Passions that once slumbered within my soul
Now rage like desperate refugees
There are listless clouds on the horizon
Drops of morning dew rest upon my brow
I scream without sound or the hint of emotion
Clinging to anchors I've long tried to disavow

I ache with reasons and indiscretion
I scale the ladders of patience with no remorse
Weapons drawn, she still slays me with a smile
Wearing armor I care not to reinforce
Shame and her sistersĀ 
Poison me with their lilac, honey, and wine
While blame and its blisters
Lie in wait for our stars to realign
Chris Thomas Dec 2016
My shirttail is undone
And your lips aren't painted
Except with the soft shades of surrender

My dreams are tattooed with kudzu
Your scent catches sweetly against the air
Spilling my heart as you close the door

Your eyes have been watering
But I'm hundreds of miles away
Thousands, if you include the pillow

I flick the hourglass on the nightstand
Witnessing myself slipping down the glass
As the last of the grains slowly trickle down

You fix your hair in the mirror
And I know my days are numbered
As years disappear from the calendar

I catch a glimpse of our first kiss
Soft and sudden like rolling thunder
Hands tugging at the threads of infinity

But the stairwell whispered its certain destiny
And watched, as my heart took the flight up
Yours took the flight down
Chris Thomas Dec 2016
Of all the roads that lead to nowhere
I have travelled yours the most

And of all the dreams that have been shattered
I dream of you still, just in broken pieces

And through careless hands I have assembled
A vacuous heart made of shame and porcelain

This flimsy smile I bear was created for you
But what one creates can still be destroyed

This road has now become weathered, and dreams have now been dropped
With no way to piece them back together

The evolution of us has careened to a halt
And I'll drift off to sleep, a lesser man than I was before
Chris Thomas Dec 2016
My mind sends reinforcements
To the crater where my heart once beat
I am sleepless when at peace
And I am exhausted when at war
I'm humbled by this new expanse

I just closed the door
While she's standing on the other side
I am numb and staring off into space
There are no feelings that once thrived
Instead, new pain fills the voids
Chris Thomas Dec 2016
Shallow beauty lingers
In these simple tears along the fabric
Frosted hearts no longer beating
Broken seasons no longer static
Revered footsteps echo
Like the faintest of dying whispers
Open my mouth to utter nonsense
Venomous voices sound like blisters
We are granite and gravity
Stepping stones to greener pastures
Bass and treble evolved as one
An aria of glass on the brink of fracture
Glancing over a shoulder
To sing of subterfuge and serenity
Drop your octaves, and drop your weapons
We bear arms to prove our empathy
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