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Chris Thomas Dec 2022
I just want you to know
That each day that we walk
Side by side
Not one day
Not a single one
Has the end of the trail
Been my destination
Because my destination
Never leaves my side
Chris Thomas Aug 2022
Befriend me until the end
Because I am bound to my fate
We dance on clouds without silver linings
Yet, we wonder
Why only pennies fall from the broken sky

Betray me until I stay
Because I never stay in one place long
We're down to six degrees of separation
Yet, we wonder
Why we're always so **** cold
Chris Thomas Aug 2022
She feels more akin to a silhouette
Than she does skin, blood, and bone
She is outlined by shadows, silk, and lace
A queen perched upon a carven throne

She feels more akin to a bead of sweat
Than she does water, raindrop, or wine
She rises with the temperature in the room
Reinventing what it means to glisten and shine

Yet, I shall not jump to illusions this day
I lie in wait of a more tempestuous fate
The dancing her figure does throughout my mind
Never allows my heart chance to acclimate

She feels more akin to a midnight dream
Than she does morning or afternoon
She is beyond the setting of suns amidst horizon lines
The waxing and waning of the palest of moons
Chris Thomas Jul 2022
The very heart within my chest
The only one I possess

The overseer of my desires
The captain of my blood

Has traitorously abandoned
All sense of reason

And in turn, me...

So now, I reject my own pleas
For it is clear that I am guilty
Chris Thomas Jun 2022

I used to think I was a star
Sitting all alone in the universe
Burning through the fuel in my reservoir
Granting wishes upon those who gazed

But now it has become clearer

That I am more of a comet
Nary a clue to my destiny
Just careening recklessly through space
Leaving a trail of frigidity behind

Yet always,
Dreaming about that marvelous collision
Chris Thomas Jun 2022

Veiled to the rest of the world
I sit in silence
Terrified by the presence of myself

I must revive
The spirits that lay dormant
Buried within a crypt without a key

Trapped in a place no man, nor god
Ever dare follow
Consumed by these endless thoughts

I must cleanse
Like the mist that burns away
From the arrival of sunlight across the sky

Chris Thomas Jun 2022

Wistless as I may be
I comprehend two, perhaps three
Of life's great mysteries

One of them is that
When I am lacerated
By blade, edge, word

Or the most terrifying weapon of them all
Silence.
I bleed.
Profusely.
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