Chris Thomas

Chris Thomas Sep 2017

I set my pen down
To watch the sunrise
Staring at me through folds of clouds
I glimpsed visions of my children
Dancing along the horizon
Like butterflies across the meadow
I felt a kind of humming
Deep within my chest
Made of baritone and brokenness
And soon, the realization set in
That my softly-beating heart
Was simply strumming at tight strings
Creating melodies of yesterday
Improvising the pain yet to come
And saving room for an encore
So, I picked my pen up
From the cedar-scented table
And once more, spilled my broken soul

Chris Thomas Sep 2017

Color Me Comatose

Don't color me comatose
If there is breath still in these lungs
Don't fade to black just yet
If there are songs left to be sung

I want a romance that crashes
Like the moon into the ocean
I want a history that archaeologists
Dig up to set in motion

Don't drown me in sorrows
If there's a smile creasing my face
Don't chain a ball to my blistered feet
If there are still rainbows left to chase

I want an epiphany that explodes
Like stars gasping their final breath
I want a heartbeat that is loud enough
To pierce both the eardrums of death

Don't color me comatose
If there's a blink still in my eyes
Don't forget me when I take my leave
There's still a chorus left to reprise

Chris Thomas Sep 2017

Frivolous

Frivolous fairytales?

Frivolous fairytales, be ******
These goals are anything but lofty
I have owned my past mistakes,
But seems my demons still own me

Frivolous fantasies?

Frivolous fantasies, be expunged
Because the taste of your salty skin
Kept me dehydrated,
From outer layers to depths within

Frivolous affection?

Frivolous affection, be absorbed
By the heartless pit in your chest
For my blood is still flowing,
But this love needs laid to rest

Chris Thomas Aug 2017

Dragonbreath

We tiptoe around egos
The size of mountains
To find the dragonbreath
Still reeking of long forgotten worlds
And as the haze fades,
We find we're back
Back where we used to poke holes
In the holy water
Where men dotted these lands
Like blotches on scarred skin
And the dragonbreath
Still smells sweetly foul,
Or foully sweet
But either way,
The wolves will lap at our bones
Until daybreak,
Where the reclamation begins

Chris Thomas Aug 2017

Eclipse

Embedded in my consciousness
Clouds of endless fire and fever
Lick at my salty face like a lazy waterfall
I have been unraveled outside the stratosphere, where
Pieces of starlight consume my decaying skin
Sun and moon crash, collide, eventually crumble, and
Everything I once touched, no longer touches me

Chris Thomas Aug 2017

Ten Lives

Seems that I mishandle patience,
And seems I put mind over matter
Sometimes, you just can't grasp
The concept
Of having nine lives
Until you're on your tenth

Seems apathy is the new homeopathy
And wedding rings seem made of ice
Sometimes, you don't realize
You crave a second chance
At something
Until you're on your tenth

Chris Thomas Aug 2017

Baby's Breath

Etching a legacy
In things harder than stone
A brittle and frail reminder
To sieve the soul from the bone
Uttering the wrong word
Can bring a man certain death
With his mortality in question
Like shriveling baby's breath
He stamps out his detractors
With sharp swords, and a sharper tongue
His history intoned by the fall of night
On the edge of a future, forever unsung