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Chris Thomas May 2017
I am frozen in constant motion
I am the fog rolling into the valley
Absorbing a pale, forgotten horizon
For my eyes are now useless and folly

Grant me my daily consequences
Salvation's boulevard blisters my feet
My hands caress these rolling hills
Veiling them in blankets of ice and sleet

As the sun rises, I am stationary
As though I'm tethered to my shadow
The depth of my plight has grown ever deeper
While my list of reasons has grown ever shallow

They label me 'forever falling'
They pull the tourniquet far too tout
I am frozen in constant motion
With no hope of getting out
Chris Thomas Apr 2017
My words are either a drought or a deluge
There is no mist of in-betweens

They either dance, or trip, over the tip of my tongue
They either bow with reverence, or spill across the floor in shame

They covet your ears, deaf as they may be, to speak of love and its kin
But there is a mid-day melody that pilfers them from my mouth

An outburst of reckless reasons designed to breach the densest of shields
Where the clamor and the crashing can be heard from miles away

But still I wonder, when I drown in these whispers pressed to your ears
Have you even once heard my silent serenade?
Chris Thomas Apr 2017
Drip.
Drip. Drip.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Like a flood it takes me over.
Hands of life come ever closer.
Water, tides, and waves crashing.
Simple, sample, teeth ever gnashing.
I call out your name and the echoes shatter.
The shape of our outline never matters.
Simple, sample, tongues ever dancing.
Water, tides, and waves prancing.
Hands of death come ever closer.
Like a flood it takes me over.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Drip. Drip.
Drip.
Chris Thomas Apr 2017
Here I am, broken, porcelain
Walking roads of freshly withered flowers
Grey erases all things harlequin
****** asunder, darkness devours

Here I am, meant to weep and wither
There's venom coursing through my veins
Shadows lurk as she sleeps and slithers
And happenstance controls my reigns

Here I am, a fraud and skeptic
Debating if forked roads lead to forked tongues
She sheds her skin when the need arises
And restricts the oxygen from my lungs

Here I am, contrite and frail
Rattled by the desert within her mind
I chase nothing but wind and fairytales
Yet collapse from this weight of mine
Chris Thomas Apr 2017
Arsonist!

Cold, you fanned flames into my stationary heart
Hover close, and don't move so quickly
I can't escape the realization that I need my scars
Leafing through the scattered ashes for a reason
Loving you through more than warm seasons
In event of disaster, scurry back to where you feel safe
Nevermind me, I am only here to
Garrison your defenses and save you from me

Fear what you don't know
I could never chase blizzards while I'm burning
Raiding fortresses with a simple stare
Every word, every machine, where your heart used to be
Chris Thomas Apr 2017
Hard candy on her tongue
A sweet salvation
On another day clinging to sleep
It rolls around
Then dissolves away
Tickling at senses now long numb

A wilted iris in her eyes
Mere days away from bloom
In a field where colors melt in the sun
They are blown about
Then dissolve away
Saturating scars that sprout here every year

Soft pillows on her head
A clever distraction
From the thoroughfare of men
They breathe hello
Then dissolve away
Leaving a sour and bitter aftertaste

String puppets in her hands
A disembodied redemption
In a heroine's games of right and wrong
They flail about
Then dissolve away
With an austere smile, she clips the tethers
Chris Thomas Apr 2017
I've learned over the past seven years
That destiny is just a pill
Shaped to go down easy
Flavored to taste sweet at first
Yet poisoned to **** you slowly

There's no escaping the aftermath
When you pray for safer waters
When you reach for outstretched hands
Yet no one's there
Except a ghost without a grip

I can't erase what's been created
Only toss dirt on an already-filthy heart
Stained forever by her apathy
And destroyed by no great tragedy
Just slow, and bitter, bleeding
Caused by her fading scent
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