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Jan 2017 · 668
Abigail, I...
Chris Thomas Jan 2017
Abigail, I don't know what is left to say
My words have come unraveled, and meticulously undone
I slipped off my boots here in Amsterdam
To be something, somewhere, someone

I spent six weeks staring at these surly walls
You became the chorus of my melodious lays
I felt homeless in that dreary, empty room
No dreams in bright colors, only nightmares of grey

Still, I wish you hadn't noticed me standing there
I regret how my faithless eyes danced across you
While trying my hand at simple clarity
You disappeared from my field of view

Abigail, I failed as my father's son
Shadows followed me, by day and by night
I savored each twilight kiss we shared
But from this westward pedestal, at last, I must alight

It's true, we share a common vigor
But the disparity of our song is audible
Don't fret, my love, for time has not yet ceased
And the space between is a meager obstacle

I will carry your light within me
Because the darkness is just a parasite
Our orbit is forever decaying
But our legacy has now taken flight

Abigail, I know I won't arrive in time
To witness you emerge from your chrysalis
But delay not, for you are beautifully outlined
And it's past time for our past to be dismissed
Jan 2017 · 384
Tempestuous
Chris Thomas Jan 2017
Shadows falling
I scale back the grip on the reigns
Her smile possesses me,
It forsakes me, then retakes me

Careless caregiving
I cannot fathom my own peril
For her slender fingers entice me,
They chase me, then erase me

Stave off regret
For another hour, two at most
Her voice is beautiful slander,
It directs me, then infects me

Tempestuous
Building shelter is my priority
For her storm consumes me,
It supplants me, then replants me
Jan 2017 · 222
Crescendo
Chris Thomas Jan 2017
You and I, were meant to fall across that line
While the thunder came in slowly
A rumbling crescendo carrying me along
We were ripped asunder before the first raindrop fell
And we always had a gift for the melodramatic
I'm not a peaceful man these heavy-handed days
I wage war on all the feelings that bind me to you
As I watch my scars grow larger than my dreams
Jan 2017 · 1.3k
Gentle Reminder
Chris Thomas Jan 2017
"Good morning," says 5:06
This is your gentle reminder to arise
Be forewarned that the sun is waking
On the brink of dawn or disaster

We all have failures to atone for
And this is your gentle reminder that
No matter how many times you climb
Your feet will never stand upon holy ground

"Good afternoon" says 1:15
This is your gentle reminder to venture forth
But this is a place that you have no claim to
So be off like the nosy brat you have become

We all come here to escape someone
And this is your gentle reminder that
The someone who pursues is quick
Running on cylinders that you don't yet possess

"Goodnight" says 11:49
And this is your gentle reminder to evanesce
This is a place that preys upon your weakness
So close your eyes and dissolve into dreamless sleep

We all survive our own mortality
And this is your gentle reminder that
To bring favor upon remaining days
You must release the grasp on the ones before
Jan 2017 · 658
Shadows & Shipwrecks
Chris Thomas Jan 2017
In my dreams, there are colors and carousels
Swimming and spinning
Into a helix of broken hesitation
The dread I feel is insurmountable
Palms drip sweat
Consciousness fades from asphyxiation

Devils awaken from careful slumber
Growling and gnashing
As they enslave my heartbeats filled with envy
In my dreams, there are shadows and shipwrecks
Slinking and sinking
Into depths blurred by this reality
Chris Thomas Jan 2017
Sitting still upon the brink
Of a lady dressed in black
Shadows fall in metered rhythm
Blanketing a broken heart's last attack

Broad daylight shatters
These ominous September skies
While her radiance tears at the fabric
Of my kaleidoscopic disguise

I press my lips upon her
A pursing to purge our woven fate
Tatters of her torn dress billow outward
But the tatters of my heart can't yet relate

She stares at skeletons on the highway
And I'm not sure if I'll ever make it back
I drift off to dream, still sitting on the brink
Of a lady, dressed all in black
Chris Thomas Jan 2017
Darting to and fro
This early spring has set me on a path
That I may or may not remember
I keep growing older
Yet not necessarily wiser
Because winter lingers on in my daydreams

Shadows are cast
On jagged rocks and sorely lacking hearts
For I am all but shattered now
I keep veiling my eyes
Yet I am blinded by the glare
Of diamonds that shimmer from within

Emptying all its glory
The sky bleeds drops of fear and sympathy
Blooming weeds that have no business here
I keep sleeping on cold, hard, ground
Yet falling out of bed
For my attention is divided among better days
Jan 2017 · 276
Harder Than I Expected
Chris Thomas Jan 2017
The damage is worse
Than I expected
My wings have been ripped
Violently from my back
In this world of perfect crashing
And unremitting burning
There is no stitch
Capable of fixing me now
Every time
I dust myself off
There's a slinking shadow
That stares me down
Every moment
I plead erased from memory
Returns with the vengeance
Of a scorned partner in crime
A step forward
Is a downed power line
A step back
Is a jagged precipice  
A step to my right
Is a barbed-wire sanctuary
A step to my left
Is the path of least resistance
But the choice remains harder
Than I ever expected
Jan 2017 · 394
S-T-N-C
Chris Thomas Jan 2017
There is no longer a tomorrow
Because the cradles have all been emptied
Our guardians have abandoned their posts
Rock-solid patience, now chiseled down to envy

Distractions are now our consciousness
Sense once was endangered, yet now extinct
The young and innocent are now buried
Just because a father didn't stop to think

Please put the world on notice
Appeal to their stubborn sense of humanity
Because some things will never change
When it comes down to all this pride and vanity

- *Some Things Never Change (STNC)
Jan 2017 · 252
The Spoils
Chris Thomas Jan 2017
Just a mile from the river's mouth
Beyond the brown fields of idle hands
A desolate hamlet rests
Upon the corner of the earth
Dreaming of banner, flute, and gold
Primrose petals drift in a salty breeze
Scattering like leaves without Autumn's grasp
The spoils of war are long forgotten now
While hearth and home wait on straggling souls
No grey sky would dare to touch the ground
No road of clay would dare to touch the sky
Enemies wrap cold and callused fingers
Around throats singing to the same melody
Jan 2017 · 310
Timpani
Chris Thomas Jan 2017
Timpani,

Set the beat of my disposition
Be the background to a frail condition
But don't stray too far from this broken heart

Echo the pain of my convictions
Bring forth rains that drown ambitions
But don't stray too far from a hollowed chest

Timpani,*

Become the music in my musician
Erase the scars of this inquisition
But don't stray too far from my humility

Pilfer just a hint of intuition
Become the sound of my ammunition
But don't stray too far from the edge of my sight
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
Dec 2016 · 425
Emeralds and Rogues
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 sisters 
Poison me with their lilac, honey, and wine
While blame and its blisters
Lie in wait for our stars to realign
Dec 2016 · 205
The Stairwell
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
Dec 2016 · 290
Dreamdropper
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
Dec 2016 · 247
Crater
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
Dec 2016 · 249
Half-Life, Quarter-Man
Chris Thomas Dec 2016
The dust has settled,
Minds rest on the brink of disaster
The gravel has crumbled,
Fleeting footsteps have erased ever-after
I'm halfway through the endgame
Yet only quarter of the man I thought I'd be

The winds have circled,
Tearing asunder the bliss of yesterday
The sky has shattered,
Dropping pieces of every blue and grey
I'm halfway to my sanctuary
Yet only quarter of the man I thought I'd be

The patience has dwindled,
Chaos reigns upon the prince's throne
The lies have multiplied,
Thievery designed to draw soul from bone
I'm halfway to a day of reckoning
Yet only quarter of the man I thought I'd be
Dec 2016 · 219
Rearview
Chris Thomas Dec 2016
Trapped in the rearview
Peripheral sense fleeting
Sirens and sadness
Chris Thomas Dec 2016
I am forged
In fires of sorrow
Where they say
No man is an island
The rumor is
Time heals all wounds
So if that's the truth
Then why am I still bleeding?

In the catacombs
I have buried
Emeralds
Trinkets
Treasures
I am completely disconnected
From the politicians
That keep telling me
"No, you're not bleeding"

It's thoughtful of you
In a sense
To become a derelict ship
Lost at sea
Where tomorrow
Is never certain
And yesterday's anchors
Are chained to my feet

But if time heals
All these open wounds
Why am I still bleeding?
Dec 2016 · 311
Paperthin Fables
Chris Thomas Dec 2016
I caught a glimpse of you
Behind the wall of tinsel
And a thousand words exploded in my mind

You stood there so eloquent
While your eyes told me fables
Though your gaze I could never find

Like a distant rainbow
I kept debating within myself
"Could I ever catch you if I chased you?"

Was there a *** of gold?
Or just me playing the fool?
Unanswered questions burned through and through

I was whisked into deep daydreams
Where my hands would set sail
Across the ocean that was your skin

Your lips met me softly
There was a hunger awaiting birth
The fabric of bedsheets between us, paperthin

Then I cursed reality for its unwelcome return
To exact revenge upon my conscience
And you disappeared, fiancée closely in tow

I should have disconnected
I should have burned the prologue
But happily ever after beckoned me to say hello
Nov 2016 · 291
Porcelain Dream
Chris Thomas Nov 2016
I'm so tired.
I rest without sleep.
Where is my peace?
Where do I go for change?
I turn to God but he has better things to do.
I turn to myself but I never hear what I want to hear.
It's over.
I wait.
I consider my future.
I wait some more.
It seems precocious to die already.
I make my bed in embers.
I pace the floor.
I re-live past mistakes.
I take up a sword I can't lift.
I swing against armor that won't give.
All I ever do is cut myself on the blade.
And collapse on the pieces of a porcelain dream.
Nov 2016 · 468
A Boy is Not a Man
Chris Thomas Nov 2016
She is delicate but stronger than you
You squander every chance at her trust
A boy is not a man in this world
Until he learns to temper his lust

Thoughtless words don't always
Fall on deaf ears
A mother says "think before you speak,"
And "Son, be wise beyond your years"

But you break every word and every heart
That you can fit underneath your feet
She cares, but you repay it
With heavy hands and affairs discreet

There must be some satisfaction
Some macabre endgame that you seek
She sacrificed every song, every dream
To birth child with bruises on her cheeks

Her fractures run deeper than the bone
You capricious stupid cur
She slips on sunglasses and grips the steering wheel
Every moment after is all a blur
Nov 2016 · 1.9k
Headphones (Alive and Well)
Chris Thomas Nov 2016
We walk with our headphones on
Drowning out the ever-changing noise
Dropping pennies in wire-brimmed hats
As the subway roars beneath our feet
We set gears in motion with no intention
Of ever fixing them when they spin off
We call it freedom, but it's just retribution
For a host of mistakes that we've unleashed
We are paper tigers with nary a pencil
So by all means, tranquilize us before we pounce
And if kindness had teeth that could **** a man
Then sadly, our hearts are still alive and well
Nov 2016 · 273
She Walks Through Beauty
Chris Thomas Nov 2016
Beyond the stairs
Past the strands of raven hair and wind-worn curtains
The delicate war between love and hate
Is waged on battlefields scented with cordial

Borders change by day
As her succulent skin is caressed, and scratched
She grabs pillows against the soldier's soft attacks
And returns volleys of similar weaponry

Her eyes are fortified by a dream
As she walks through beauty and comes back again
Hands and teeth clenched, her beleaguered body gives way
To the serenity of a cease-fire love affair
Oct 2016 · 349
Adelaide
Chris Thomas Oct 2016
With a brown knapsack
And a hurricane
I'm off to Adelaide

With cancerous pride
And veins of silver
She's off to Adelaide

With a salvaged heart
And a fork in the road
We arrive in Adelaide

With an overdue embrace
And a shadow of guilt
We are one in Adelaide
Oct 2016 · 1.1k
Murder Mystery
Chris Thomas Oct 2016
Looking around
the banquet table
Feeling the singe
of all the glances
Sifting through
unknown enemies

I hear the
laughter
I see the
guilt
I smell the
champagne

Waiting for
a devil's sunrise
Sweating from
dancing candlelight
Flanking shadows
catch me smiling

I make my
move
I cut swiftly
and deeply
I set the poultry
upon my plate
Oct 2016 · 324
Silhouette
Chris Thomas Oct 2016
I fell madly in love
With just a silhouette
With all of the darkness
And none of the brunette
I fell into the pitfalls
Between all the lies
We were locked between dimensions
The third was our demise
She padlocked herself in shadow
The key doesn't even exist
No light can pierce this place now
No love could ever persist
Motion sick from carousels
But too weary to walk away
I drop another quarter in the slot
To chase apparitions for another day
Oct 2016 · 377
Rust of a Forgotten Youth
Chris Thomas Oct 2016
Careless steps have taken him
To the intersection of light and fantastic
For "tripping is the sport of younger men"

For all gathered here, we spectate
Until our eyes have pierced the darkness
To witness the most unattainable dreams

He is thin, pale around the eyes and lips
The world weighs heavy on his heart
As the pressure slowly suffocates him

He hastens to his feet, nimble as the men of yore
Releases his tongue from the clasp of his teeth
And finds a song, rusted over by years of silence
Chris Thomas Oct 2016
They say with time, comes grace
But I was born graceless
And the hourglass only reaffirms
That nothing, no one, will change that now

I saw your light dissipate
Fade out into the void of nothingness
I tried my damndest to keep it flickering
For as long as my unsteady heart could  

I have grown weary, battered by the war
I've waged against gravity for years
But it looks like I have finally won
As I watch you drift further from the ground

Your light was a beacon to these brown eyes
I followed it like a second Northern star
They say the valiant don't stowaway in lost bliss
But I've never claimed to be the valiant sort
Oct 2016 · 243
Sketches
Chris Thomas Oct 2016
So the morning comes with its make-believers
We are just sketches from an artist's daydream
Every action comes with a reaction
Every stitch in time saves nine lives
And tomorrow will break like the ocean

She stares out the window of a taxi
Knowing where she's going isn't where she's been
Every voyage starts with a footfall
Every storm begins with a raindrop
And tomorrow will break like a tender grey sky

The illusion of my folklore is captivating
And it tethers me to this concrete lullaby
Every avalanche begins with a ripple
Every expedition begins with a tripwire
And tomorrow will break like hearts of porcelain
Oct 2016 · 493
Headlights
Chris Thomas Oct 2016
Boots caked with mud
A broken key in the keyhole
And headlights that peer through cracked curtains

Talons dripping with blood
A heart stripped from its cavity
And headlights that burn through the blindness

Shirts stained with sweat
A souvenir lost by the side of the road
And headlights that cut through the devil's breath

Stars blanketing southern skies
A falling remnant of yesteryears
And headlights that have died from the overdose
Oct 2016 · 270
Schisms (Kings and Queens)
Chris Thomas Oct 2016
He drops his bomb and calls it a feather
Gripping tightly to his rugged leather
A king of his castle, of north and of south
The worst of intentions crease a dour mouth
He sips at his courage and spits from the parapet
His voice echoes through halls like a blaring trumpet
The queen cowls, tears veil her soft face
A palisade of loathing separates their space
Absolute power drips from his brow
Eyes like lightning, striking a bough
Creaks, cracks, defiance, and spite
The king does not pardon, in black or in white
She braces, erases, knights herself with adrenaline
The spear finds its mark like a dose of medicine
Impaled, curtailed, the king gasps a breath of contrition
The reign falls to its knees, Hell's latest acquisition
Oct 2016 · 295
Grey Follows
Chris Thomas Oct 2016
I lead, grey follows
I shepherd it in ways my heart commands
I bleed, grey follows
I stitch up the wound and start again

I am unabridged
The death that I fear is only part of my story
I am tumbleweed
But I am blockaded by these shimmering cascades

I retreat, grey follows
Back to a world where my pen is my only weapon
I awaken, grey follows
I recognize that I'm completely off the beaten path

I am captive to my skeletons
And I cannot start from the beginning anymore
So I thatch a roof above my head
And build a floor below my heart
Oct 2016 · 416
Blissful Ignorance
Chris Thomas Oct 2016
So you say there's nothing wrong
With a little blissful ignorance
Where steps we've taken are blissful
And ones we've mistaken are ignorant

Leave it to us to find imbalance
While carrying the weight of the world
No regard for the avalanche we've started
With silent stares and broken dreams

I think there's something wrong
With this blissful ignorance
You pay no mind to the way we languish
Cracking beneath these heavy footsteps
Oct 2016 · 213
Love is Loud
Chris Thomas Oct 2016
"Love is loud, but always listens,"
Spoken through a tourniquet
Stare all your victims in their eyes
Until, at last, they finally submit

Demonstrate your charisma, please
While we take notes and spill the wine
Surreptitiously, you prance about
Testing fleet footing in all the landmines

Your whispers pierce my tender ears
All my barriers are paper-thin
West to east, you're back on the move
Wearing a smile engineered by safety pins

"Love is loud, but always listens,"
Spoken in tongues from distant lands
The nearer we come to this armageddon
The further we are from empty hands
Oct 2016 · 220
Ashes of a Silent War
Chris Thomas Oct 2016
No happenstance
No sweetness
Just ashes falling like the greyest snow
Her silent war
Her lavender eyes
Squinting at brightness the sun only knows

If time had no enemies
Would we still fight for one more day?
Or would the compass we've buried
Still point to our dark and desperate ways?

No heartbeat
No breath
Just ashes covering my tired face
Her sequins
Her beauty
Torn from a soul made out of lace
Oct 2016 · 262
Tectonics
Chris Thomas Oct 2016
Striving for greatness is never easy
It's so much simpler to lay down
Wilting and waiting to die

Until the crust of the earth
Crumbles, splits, rips open at the seams
And swallows me whole

Reforge me with tremors
Recreate my senses with aftershock
Decimate me, then build me again
Oct 2016 · 278
Synthetic Heroes
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
Sep 2016 · 504
Chest of Drawers
Chris Thomas Sep 2016
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
Sep 2016 · 419
Vindicated in Saltwater
Chris Thomas Sep 2016
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
Sep 2016 · 462
Clutching Greys
Chris Thomas Sep 2016
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
Sep 2016 · 377
Coup D'état
Chris Thomas Sep 2016
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
Sep 2016 · 250
Paranoia in Paradise
Chris Thomas Sep 2016
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?
Sep 2016 · 646
Bulletproof Vest
Chris Thomas Sep 2016
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
Sep 2016 · 603
Dust on the Mantle
Chris Thomas Sep 2016
There!
Do you see it?
It's dust on the mantle
It has been building and building
Mettling and settling
It has worn out its welcome
Much like we have

Stop!
I can sense it
The dust on the mantle
It has been waiting and waiting
Haunting and taunting
It desires to be wiped away
Much like I do

Wait.
Don't touch that
The dust on the mantle
It has been nesting and nesting
Mending and tending
It is a memory I'll never recover from
Much like her smile
Sep 2016 · 349
Bottom of the Sky
Chris Thomas Sep 2016
"You have rendered me useless, world!"
He shouts from the bottom of the sky
His arms flail about as he sinks beneath
The implicitness in the error of his ways

"This gain is no longer worth the pain!"
He shouts from the bottom of the sky
The clouds break like porcelain
Piercing his flesh with drops of his deity

"Terrors of the light, be free of me now!"
He shouts from the bottom of the sky
Encumbered shoulders unknot themselves
And the depths swallow him, to be made anew
Sep 2016 · 298
Circadian
Chris Thomas Sep 2016
Bending, breaking, broken
Today, I have reached a boundary
Where loving words go unspoken
Where I am no longer your mercenary
Shaking, stealing, stolen
There is nothing left but a scarlet knife
Everyday, the same routine
Everyday, I bleed out my life
Flying, falling, fallen
My sympathy was always a bottomless pit
I once loved you without question
But unasked, the answer secures it
Turning, tearing, torn
No more silent catapults to fire
Watching clocks and winding hearts
It's here I stop walking this endless wire
Sep 2016 · 371
Beckon
Chris Thomas Sep 2016
Bright lights beckon
Whispers draw like siren song
The vagueness of this horizon
Pulls at strings
I never knew were attached

I hear the rumble
Of my heart across the ocean
The impatience of this existence
Tears at chains
I know all too well were attached

But I can't stay here anymore
I no longer want this point of view
The urge for motion
Is growing far stronger
Than the gravity in this town
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