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Chris Nov 2019
A light-darked etching
A simple-minded fledgling
Sketchings in time life's testing

I am apart

Bravery to fight
Never to prove I am right..

Stalwart as a bulwark..

Stark with my heart..

I am rarely right.. I'm up every night

Never to prove I'm right.

But to prove sometimes.. You are wrong..

We all have moments
Seconds really..
Moments to cherish and moments to fear

All along right or wrong, wrong or right..

I know you're fed up as are many..

So fight

Seek and obtain enlightenment despite judgement..

Lockdown your light..

Make it yours..
Chris Oct 2019
Shaken..

Inside me is a war
Between the love and hate
The dark and light
The right and wrong
Conflicted all along..

Heart apart
Parts of a puzzle

Parts of life..

Against my will the image in the mirror shatters..

The pieces burst forth in such slow motion..
Charged with emotion

Glassened memories float around me..
Truth surrounds me..

They flutter like rose petals free to fall
Fated to fade
Elated to be free..
Don't let them come back to me..

Hitting the ground the memories shatter into more fragments..

Of time..
Of fate
Of love
Of hate..

In rhyme I live liberated
In life I live smiling, trapped in the lies

But hazel green never lies..
In these eyes you will see an abyss..

Hope exists within this abyss to want back the people I miss..

But I warn you..

There is emptiness within this abyss..

If you stare beyond smiles.. Into the chasm..

It will look back into you..
Grayed and cold.. dead and old..

Haunting you and haunted by your warmth..

I walk the roads of life..
I walk.. And walk..
Until I find home..
I see lost hearts..

...You are not alone
..Let us walk together..
Chris Oct 2019
Give me a starlit day
Wish the daylight away
Love the nights unchanged
My stress exchanged light into dark

Unchained, Uncontained
I am apart from the daylight but clear
Fighting loneliness for and from clarity not fear..

What a beautiful day here
Its just feels weird..

I don't belong here
Doesn't matter anyway I'm guided by stars..

Defined by scars

I revel in the peace of night..
I will be alright..

Sun-hued moonlight.. ❤
Chris Oct 2019
Turn the Tides of Time..
To when I was so young
Travel life back to remind this soul of home
When I was the truth of my Nature..

Before I was wayward and anywhere-bound..

When this heart had not yet traveled the Waters of Nature to the Shores of Time..

When the world was less understood
When life shined kind and good..
Before I had to seek running light..
Every night..

Before the world came rushing in..
Before love and pain were alike
Akin to perfection were those years of life

Until Father Time took out his knife..

Until Mother Nature was darkened under the weight of the very sky I dreamed to touch..

Until I was only this normal human..
Until smiles and laughter became defense and hollow..

Mother Nature, I wanted to know you..
Father Time, I can't understand you..

But I can flow with these tides.. I can be resistant to your knives..

Oh, what horrors you have done to our lives..

But, Father Time..
Your shores will never beach this man..

I will survive..
I will find my sky..
A sky of hope.. Undarkened..
Unharmed..

By you..
Chris Sep 2019
Don't give up
I won't say good luck..
I know you feel fed up

There is light
Just never without a fight to get there
But people care..

Many are simply just scared to say so..
But you must know so..

You are supported.. Don't give up
You've been heard.. Don't give up

Not one tear shed means nothing..
I want to give you something..

I want to tell you its ok..
Even as time fades away..
Life doesn't have to be this way..

So as tears fall..
Please know..

There is light..
I want to help you fight..

I won't say good luck..
You are not alone..
Don't suffer on your own..
There is light.

Don't give up..
Chris Sep 2019
I was a mistake. It was a hell of a ride but I had to halt had too much at stake. Guess its just fate my days in dreaming with nights awake. As if I was well studied to my weak points they applied pressure. A fitting gesture to a man with his past emotionally bloodied this made my heart a fissure I was stresscased at my core's base so daily I grew more smiles hiding my real face. I gave trust but for my heart the world held a bloodlust. It chased me down, twisted my mind around to accept this pressure it was as if my pain people treasured.

I was peoples most common devilish delight.. A young man with potential.. Yes I had chances.. But evil of human hearts is intelligent and kept attacking my innocence so when I see people I'm sick of all of this and I stare blank into the distance..

Relentless my brain became in my attacks of anxiety so slow I changed sick I had no chance and fell to the ground stars all around as they circled me quick they were slick with words to fit their own benefit they were ****** to this day I'm ticked man I'm ******* I was so blind, I'm infuriated at how you all left me behind your lives ever foward my mind stuck in rewind I was lost memories and lost light I just could never find.

So I live bumbed, sore, torn and numbed by **** that used pressure ******* when to my love they applied their thumb until of me nothing was left but what the world calls a man.

My childhood gone. Stolen by my love and by time..

Drowning in expecations.

This is me now.. Broken back but I still walk. No desire to speak yet I still talk.

No strength even to crawl..

But I still walk.. I still walk..

My God I still walk..

And it never stops..
I realize it is a dark poem.. I have been experimenting with wordplay.. This is a little out of my norm but I want to become more skilled.. I am a self-taught poet so I suppose this poem is my "experiment"  as well as a viewpoint on society and its dark side. I am trying to broaden my poetry and its forms.
Chris Sep 2019
Poetry is the mediator
A tool of fate, A tool of description
A teller of fates, A saver of souls

It cannot grow old, nor shall it fade
It has a birth it can't remember
Its hard to see the lives its made
Because its seen alot
Been alot
Hurt alot..
Saved even more..

Its the way a poet or poetess survives the hurts of life

Those things called lies..

If I fall.. You will know
If you fall, know you are not alone

So stand tall..
Write truthfully

And we will never fade..

I am one of many who feels alone..

One who revels within words when on my own..

A poet or poetess can be broken
Burned, hurt and slayed
But still live in words, the heaven we made

Tick tock 9, 10, 11 its an hour til twelve..
Into myself I delve..
Open the notebook..
Close the doors.. Tick Tock Lock

30 minutes pass..

Half a lifetime til a new day..
How have nights become this way?

I remain awake to spill my heart
In hopes I will find peace

In hopes that my aching heart will cease before my soul is deceased

Vessel of hearts, Dreams built and broken
I wanted to remain silent
But my fire has awoken

My silent heart now speaks.. Of the chaos life can wreak.. Of the manipulation of the weak.. Of how my mouth hates truth I fear to speak..

For I am weak, among the meek..

So poetry for me will speak..
Until I find the happiness I seek..

I will love poetry.. My caretaker.. My dream..

My hate..

My love..
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