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19.6k · Oct 2014
Change not Change
Christopher Lowe Oct 2014
There is the man on the corner
With his sign spare some change
But when people gave money
He turned it away

The next day he was gone
But he left a sign
*Think less literally
The world could use a little more change
10.7k · Dec 2013
Christopher Lowe Dec 2013
Seeing my glass reflection
Everything goes into retrospect
And the day goes black with haze
As the weight of my thoughts sink
Everything disappears
Goes up ablaze
As brain alteration happens in a blink
While watching it burn with infatuation
It's like I'm stuck here
In this odd imagination
9.0k · Sep 2014
Dream Catcher
Christopher Lowe Sep 2014
Welcome to the dream catcher
But don't linger long
Lest you want to stay
To find your dreams
8.4k · Feb 2015
Electromagnetic Spectrum
Christopher Lowe Feb 2015
To the ever so quite
Of ideas
Slipping into blissful
And the echoing  
Of this parasitic
And everything is
Just another wavelength
Stretching its existence
To the edge of outer space
6.2k · Oct 2014
This Existence
Christopher Lowe Oct 2014
Let these words
Be an extension
Of my soul
Because I'm over committed  
To Being
An Existentialist
And my existence
Is far beyond
Just existing
5.4k · Oct 2014
Christopher Lowe Oct 2014
If I stop and think
Just a second
Maybe I can escape
But then I realize
Maybe I'm not trapped
By then it's to late
I'm already in this prison of thoughts
4.6k · Sep 2014
Her Celestial Body
Christopher Lowe Sep 2014
She was unlike any celestial body I've ever seen
She flew like a comet
But shined like the sun
Eyes like spiral galaxies
and a voice that filled the endless void
Beauty like gravity drawing you in
Personality like a super nova
She was my outer space
Now I'm just left staring at the stars
Christopher Lowe Jan 2015
My soul will sail away
And let the winds
From my troubling yesterdays
Fill its tattered sails
And carry it wayward
Bound for a better future

Although the waves will batter
And the thunder will crash
I know my vessel will reach harbor
Surviving to set sail yet again
When I find my soul restless
Longing for the next journey
3.5k · Sep 2014
Christopher Lowe Sep 2014
She had a tattoo of a compass
Wrapped around here ribs
So I asked where she was headed
And here's what she said

*Here's a thought
To help direct your mind
Like everyone else
I'm headed toward my demise
3.3k · Apr 2015
Christopher Lowe Apr 2015
Drinking my morning coffee
Closer to afternoon
As last night bled over
Into the day
And out the window
The neighbors argue
Over trash in the yard

Not the kids playing
I’m not that cynical
But literal trash

And a thought
Comes to mind
As this coffee
And neurons
Of an argument
Over who lost
A lighter

Now I’m remembering
It was my pocket
With the hole

As was the trash
In the yard
2.9k · Dec 2014
Another Sleepless Night
Christopher Lowe Dec 2014
I get my kicks
in the early A.M.
Brains on overdrive
Can't sleep
Overdid it again
So I drift off
Into another twilight
Numbed with
Self-created blissful ignorance
And when the sun
Hits the horizon
I hit it back
With a smile on my face
And I laugh
As I tell the world
*Good morning
2.9k · Dec 2014
Christopher Lowe Dec 2014
Kicked up clouds of confusion
Truth misconstrued
Lies are egregious
But truth has
more manipulative misuses
Not everyone uses lies to manipulate us.
2.7k · Sep 2014
Holding Your Breath
Christopher Lowe Sep 2014
I pass by
leaving a lingering
Vapor trail
Of endless craving
My desire sweeps by
Like the salty ocean breeze

There you are
inhaling my presence
Filling your lungs
Holding your breath
Hoping this time
I'll stay forever

Yet you must breath
And you exhale
Happily knowing
You held on
A little longer
Than last
2.7k · Nov 2014
Another Social Media Reject
Christopher Lowe Nov 2014
140 characters or less
What a world we live in
Obsessed with quick wit
and invisible friends

Stuck to screens
As we drone away
Punching keys
Wasting away in disbelief
2.7k · Dec 2014
Christopher Lowe Dec 2014
Venomous sentiment
and perilous arrogance
Living in a world
Filled with detriment elegance
Where Selfishness is just
Another prerequisite
Summed up in a word
2.6k · Dec 2014
A Writers Achievement
Christopher Lowe Dec 2014
A writers best work
Is not that which elicits emotions from others
But that which
Elicits emotions from themselves
Went back and read a few of my less popular poems and they still hold great truth and meaning even if it is only to me.
2.6k · Dec 2013
A Drug Called Society
Christopher Lowe Dec 2013
no breath to breath
no life to live
we're all the same on this broken bridge
we hide our face and cover tears
in hopes the pain will disappear
we walk alone in our dark despair
as we prep our veins for this drug called society
2.5k · Dec 2014
A Birds Perspective
Christopher Lowe Dec 2014
I asked the birds
    What's it like to fly
They abruptly replied
    *What's it like to drive
Yep that's what I'm writing for my 100th poem. I like it.
2.4k · Apr 2015
War and Whiskey
Christopher Lowe Apr 2015
Is Like
Water and Whiskey

Changing men
Every shot
Altering consciousness

The more
Shots one takes
The stronger the drink

Take a shot
Take another

And I wander
How many
People in bars
Are still
Waging war
In their minds
To all those serving in our military, Thank you.  I can't imagine how it changes some people.  My thoughts are with those men and women everyday.
2.3k · Jan 2015
Christopher Lowe Jan 2015
You ever hear
How people never change
Well its really quite different
We live our lives toward
A greater entropy
Ever changing
And maybe that’s why
We have these cliché
Rules we live by
So we
Shouldn’t Judge a book by its cover
Even if
We have an axe to grind with it
2.2k · Sep 2014
A Conversation with Decay
Christopher Lowe Sep 2014
Can you not see what you're doing here
The mirror showing aged despair
A body in disrepair
Why Decay can't you let me be
Please go swiftly, set me free

Don't confuse me with Death my friend
Although he is a friend of mine
Death is eternal
But I am bound by time
I have to see you through to the end

Well please can you call upon your friend
I grow tired of seeing myself age again
So I ask you to please act swiftly
Decay, can you please take me quickly
And call upon your eternal friend Death

I am not a messenger
And will not deliver such
I must act timely
Unlike Death
Who's much more abrupt

Can’t you see my beauty wearing thin
Decay please take me quickly
So I might die young
Think of it as freeing up time
Because I am truly done

*Surely you can’t be done
With so much beauty
That I have left untouched
Barley a hair, freckle or curve out of place
Are you ready to give that all up
This ones a rough work in progress and is not close to being finished.  Please feel free to give me feedback guys I know this ones rough around the edges. Thanks
2.2k · Feb 2015
Just an Old Wood Stove
Christopher Lowe Feb 2015
Therein the hearth lies warmth
The warmth of a long old fire
That burns with such fragrance and love
Warming generations
And some say
It's just an old wood stove
Cast iron
Two double hinged doors
One covered with tin
Glass busted and gone long ago
The other door
Ornate stained glass
Blazoned with family memories
Even in the summer a gathering place
And some say
It's just an old wood stove
What care given to stoke the flame
Just to keep the family warm
Day and night it never dimmed
And everyone still gathers around it
Countless years burned by one family
And some would still say
*It's just an old wood stove
Inspired by a cast iron wood stove at my grandparents house.  Its much older then me and has so many memories etched into its existence.  It might as well be a part of our big family.
2.0k · Dec 2013
Christopher Lowe Dec 2013
To lay upon these words of hate
Indecision is my fate
As I face the insanity of the sane
And waste away into another day
Of existence that is more abrasive then
Diamonds in my heart of coal
Want to catch fire;
Melt away my hated soul
Of wondrous thoughts of a great tomorrow
Mend me, break me, I forever lay full of sorrow
1.8k · Mar 2014
Christopher Lowe Mar 2014
Sadly enough
I am just not sad at all
Buy not happy either
Just indifferent it seems
To this world around me
And I’m tired of thinking
About all of theses thoughts
I am screaming for help
But my voice is trailing off
My mind keeps wondering
And my judgment keeps faltering
While I’m just stuck here
Figuring out my emotions
1.7k · Jan 2016
Christopher Lowe Jan 2016
Spoken of in silence
Hushed kindness

Yelled through gritted teeth
Bombastic trivialties
1.6k · Apr 2014
Since My Mind Wondered Off
Christopher Lowe Apr 2014
Senseless distractions running around
Grasping at thoughts lost before found
I am stuck between these obscure ideas
Wondering lately where my mind is
It seems to have just wondered off
Some would call it a daydream
But I would call myself lost
1.6k · Oct 2014
Weathering the Storm
Christopher Lowe Oct 2014
So appears another empty promise
I made to myself
In this disinterested cloud of delusion
What once were my dreams
Are now dull precipitates
Pooling into my minds crevasses

I may appear calm on the outside
But a storm rages in my mind
This too I will weather
And come out the other side
For the better
1.5k · Jan 2015
Yet We Still Hope
Christopher Lowe Jan 2015
What is hope
No more than
A condition of desire
And in desire
Always lies
A possibility
But false hope
Is not false desire
It is
To hope
Against hope
A lie of
1.5k · Jan 2014
Christopher Lowe Jan 2014
We are living in a hypocritic
Of disordered order
Where wise men wonder
And the politicians wander
Liars prevail
While the truth falters
This thought must weigh a ton
Maybe scares you to death
But you're a part of the program
Too valuable to be left
1.5k · Apr 2016
We Live This Moment
Christopher Lowe Apr 2016
Life is but a single moment
A flicker
Each a glimmer of imperfection
Because in that moment
We share the moments of others
And our imperfections conjoin
To create tragedies and love stories
So that
Even in death
Those moments echo on
1.4k · Nov 2014
Take Me To Your Leader
Christopher Lowe Nov 2014
Past presidents
Speaking of which
Did you know
They are aliens now
Little green men
Just kept in a wallet
Instead of outer space
Or a secret government base
Another humorous one.
1.4k · Sep 2015
Christopher Lowe Sep 2015
Broken bottle friends, some call it social alcoholism
Everyone’s famous, for the night at least
The value of signatures
Listed above names on bar receipts
Drug dealers playing in the street, what some might call shamanism
All it really is, just an eclectic collectivism
That leads to remarkable nights that aren’t remembered
Realizations that problems are just and our lives dredge on
Invincible for the night
Or perhaps
Just brave enough to embrace ones true self
1.4k · Nov 2014
Christopher Lowe Nov 2014
Free the words to paper
Let them be your escape
Or another personal masterpiece
Let them set your mind at ease
Get carried away with them
Or let them carry you away
Create a scene
Even if only on paper
Create significance
From an unprofound nature
1.3k · Jan 2015
Is It Rising or Receding?
Christopher Lowe Jan 2015
Like the tide
Was created
To rise
And recede
Nothing Lasts forever
1.3k · Sep 2015
Christopher Lowe Sep 2015
People walk past and come around
So you think I’d never be lonely
But I’m stuck behind this glass

It’s easy to seem like its okay inside
You’d think it was obvious
From the other side

Now I’m painting these invisible walls
With the pain inside
Hoping things will change
If they can’t see inside

But I’m paralyzed, not by fear
Or anger
Or my rattled mind

Indifference has crept in
But people still don’t see
It haunting me
Through these glass halls

And I’m trying my best
But the paint
Just isn’t sticking

Now these glass walls
They’re just spattered messes
And invisible dead ends

And they see transparency
But I’m trapped
Behind these glass walls
Transparency is tricky.  But it is easy to feel trapped.
1.3k · Dec 2016
A lot of people are poor
Christopher Lowe Dec 2016
Even the wealthiest man may become a whisper for it is not the measure of wealth that creates legends but the wealth of measures one takes to make a difference.
1.3k · Mar 2014
Archibald Walker III
Christopher Lowe Mar 2014
There he was, Archibald Walker, like every mornin standin on the riverbank starin across the water as the sun began to rise.  He would just stand there with his lunch pal in one hand and that funny bowlers hat in the other.  That boy always had a big ol’ grin stretchin across his face from ear to ear.   Archibald Walker the third was actually his name.  A college boy from down south, he came from ol’ money.  You’da never knew though.  He came up here to escape he said.  I had always wondered why anyone in their right mind would give up money and education to come be a logger, but there was Archibald just starin across that river as happy as a peach.  I used to ask him what he learned down there in school and he would always reply the same way, “Good Jokes”.  I never could tell if he was being serious or if he just didn’t care too much to talk about it.  Archibald was real good at his job though for being a college boy.  Came in before everyone else and worked ten times as hard. Never did see him ***** up either.
He liked to keep to himself.  I was the only one he ever really talked to and even then he never talked about much.  Took me a year and a half just to figure out he was educated and from money.  I looked at that boy funny for a week after he told me that.  I was dumbfounded as to why someone would give that up for this gruelin job.  Funny thing is, he seemed to like it.  He had to clear up logjams and keep the wood flowin smoothly down the river.  Boy was he fast.  He would skip across them floatin logs like he was walkin on dry land.  There he’d go just a bouncin up and down across them logs, big smile across that baby face, with that funny lookin bowlers hat on.  He always had on that goofy thing.  Looked like someone had glued a bowl onto a plank’a wood.  I asked him why he liked wearin it so much one day and he just laughed and said, “Now what makes you think I like wearing it”.  Still don’t know what that boy meant, but I never took to tryin to understand him.
Everybody called him Walker cause he walked across them logs all day and it was his last name I suppose, but mostly cause he loved walkin them logs.  It was a dangerous job, but he never hesitated to go runnin out there with his push pole and clear the jam.  I told him to be real careful what logs he pushed outta the way cause if he got the wrong one, well he would end up crushed out there between two of those god-awful things.  He told me we all end up stuck between two pieces of wood in the end anyhow, so he didn’t care.  Boy shoulda listened.  Wasn’t a week later he went walkin out on them logs, smile and all, and wouldn’t you know it he sliped, got crushed between two big ole trees then sank all the way to the bottom of that river.
We searched the river for three days and never did find Archibald’s body.  It was sad to see that boy cut down so young.  We hired a new boy about a week later and he wasn’t half the walker Archibald was.  He wasn’t even a walker.  Nicknamed that boy crawler cause he was so scared of them logs he would lay down on his belly and crawl out there to fix a jam.  Three separate occasions we picked him up a mile down the river clingin to a log for dear life.  Boy was something else.  Needless to say we let him go down the river the fourth time and politely told him to not come back.  Symbolic in away.  Archibald got taken by the river and that’s how we let crawler know he was fired.  Just let it carry him away until he finally reached the bank a mile or so down river.
I finally took Archibald’s post after we couldn’t find anyone to replace him.  I won’t lie I was scared at first, but then I remembered what Archibald had told me about all of us endin up stuck between two pieces of wood in the end.  I figured he was right so I would just go boundin across them logs day in and out just like he woulda.  I still didn’t know why that boy was always happy.  Even though I did the job, I still hated it. For a while anyway.
One day I came in about the same time Archibald used to and I stood there on the edge of the river and watched the sun come up.  I knew why he was so happy all the time.  Boy it was the most beautiful thing seein that sun comin up.  It was like for a second the world was just explodin with life. I’m not sure what it’s like to have money and be educated, but I’m sure it’s nothing close to watchin that sun come up like that over the river.  Wouldn’t ya know it though when the sun was done risin and I was about to finally get to work there was that goofy hat of Archibald’s washed up on the bank.  It was a little soggy but not in bad shape.  It was like that boy knew I was gonna be there and had just left it for me.  That hat didn’t fit to well and it looked awfully funny, but I wore it everyday I went walkin them logs.  Now I start everyday like Archibald did, standin on that riverbank with my lunch pal in one had and that bowler hat in the other watchin the sun come up.  Still don’t know why that boy wore the thing, but I’m glad he did.
I know it's not a poem, but i still decided to share it.
1.3k · Jan 2015
Christopher Lowe Jan 2015
What in this world
Did I once love more
Other than that which
I once abhorred
And those fleeting feelings
Waxed and waned
Leaving me with wilted flowers
And thoughts to contemplate
1.2k · Sep 2014
Christopher Lowe Sep 2014
He was unhappy so he took a pill
When the docs saw his brain
they thought
He must be mentally ill
but he just smiled
at their misdiagnoses
and finally said
Could you return my hat
and please step out of my head
1.2k · Dec 2014
Christopher Lowe Dec 2014
So many people tell me
You should take
a page out of their book

And I just think
*Did you plagiarize
Your whole life
If we all try to be original...well you get the point.
1.2k · Feb 2014
Christopher Lowe Feb 2014
This pencil meets paper
As the words meet my mind
Answers lie in obscurity
Until the questions collide
But I'm unsure of my surety
Because questions are answers
Just mixed with impurities
1.2k · Feb 2014
Irrational Beauty
Christopher Lowe Feb 2014
Irrational beauty
A fly away thought
Of yesterdays
And places far away
Of your back on the grass
Or your feet In the sand
Your head in Clouds
Hand in my
Christopher Lowe Mar 2015
I don't love anyone
But I am
Passionate toward others
I am infatuated or enamored
Maybe I experience
A yearning for others
Perhaps I am devoted
Or hold others
In high regard
Or maybe I am
A little cowboy
Hankering for you
Or perhaps I am
A little Disney
Enchanted by you
Or it could be I am
A little short of will power
And you are my weakness
Maybe its my birthday
And you could be my cake
You could say
You are my delight
But I am never in love
Because really
Why should I only use
A four letter word
To tell others how I feel
I do actually love people, however I do think love is such an overused ugly word.  There are so many other ways to tell someone they mean something to you.  Get creative next time you want someone to know you care.
1.2k · Apr 2015
A Little Philosophy
Christopher Lowe Apr 2015
“No man ever steps in the same river twice
For it's not the same river
And he's not the same man”
Heraclitus was right
Change does endure
But alas
The water may change but
The river will not cease to be a river
A man’s mind may be changed but
Man will not cease being human
Take it as you will.  Just a little philosophy.
1.2k · Nov 2014
Atom Bomb
Christopher Lowe Nov 2014
State       of       mind
Nuclear                        vision
Conscious             to
Not all
1.2k · Feb 2014
Christopher Lowe Feb 2014
I would like to understand myself
Seems like I always get everyone else
But my own thoughts and feelings
Seem to be lost in an ocean of indifference
Indecision is my best friend
And he always brings a crowd
So here I am in this sinking ship
I call my mind
Nothing on the horizon
No dry land to find
Christopher Lowe Feb 2015
Small and quaint
But felt like a mansion
For so long I never knew
Just how much they gave away
Comfortable places to sleep
And food filled plates
How little they had
But still the richest in my eyes
Several generations sleeping on floors
Tracking in mud
Now of course
I leave my shoes at the door
The rooms are still filled now
Even in their age
And the food is still delicious
And the rooms still warm
Who knew such a small place
Could hold such a big part of my heart
It has never just been my grandparents home
It has been their bed and breakfast
And there is always a vacant room
My grandparents are the most caring and giving people I know.  I stayed with them this weekend and was reminded of how much love of kindness my family shares because of those two.  They don't have much, but they give everything they have taking care of our big family.
1.2k · Sep 2014
The Monster Under My Bed
Christopher Lowe Sep 2014
The monster under my bed
Has created my internalized fears
Still afraid of the dark
Creepy noises
Shadows and such
Internalized fears running amok  
And as these fears collide
Inside my head
I have started to realize
I was always
The monster under my bed
Most of our fears are created by ourselves.
1.1k · Oct 2015
Wake Me Just To Sleep Again
Christopher Lowe Oct 2015
Nine AM
Morning coffee multiplies
Erratic thoughts in this sleep deprived head
So please excuse what is about to be
Quite the stream of unconsciousness
While looking out this window at autumn leaves
Thinking of how it is not just the seasons that change
Or is it they stay the same
Just stuck on repeat
I suppose it really is all in all equal
And there is a little of every season in one another
That’s why there are Indian summers
But it’s more than that
It is the embodiment of the idea
That change is merely temporary
Just as the caffeine now waking me
Will inevitably deteriorate back into
A tired sleepless state
Christopher Lowe Nov 2017
At first
She was
But a whisper in my heart
A singular beat
A fleeting moment
That grew monumentally
Surely now
Without her
I'd experience death
First one in awhile. Forgotten who I was for a while but the words have been fighting for freedom. Need support more than ever friends....
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