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Chris Aug 2020
Cracked open the earth
Dust to the sky
The land felt alone

Mother nature penned a pleading
Knowing what we've been needing
Her advice never heeded
Her love so misunderstood

She wants to love and she would but..

'How could you have done this to me?'



Her words printed in matter across canvas
Love was all she was..

But no matter mattered
So now she has lit the canvas ablaze
Her heart a maze now
She feels betrayed
Canvas ablaze...
I'm amazed the earth is not razed

We took all she was
Left her to rot alone inside

She turns her gaze to life on her surface
She is dying now below and above
Inside and out
Irreparably harmed by those she loved

For the last time she tried to care
A split second only..
The result of existing lonely..

That was when the earth cracked
She has now unleashed her pain

As fire rose from a betrayed heart
Ash blanketed a broken beauty..

Covered in the darkness of her mind
She is going to leave us behind
Fury of millennia
A world of blood and septicemia

Those on her surface prayed to God
They were heard and ignored
He agreed with her
Because we did this to him too..

The pit named Hell exists on earth now
It was us that did this to her..

Have we no shame?
Or is it ignorance?

Either way..

We got what we deserved

Because even humans among humans..
Can be as heartless as a demon..

And as a whole..
We are killing our home



Just like wild animals gone extinct
Our hearts sink as fading begins
In a battle of violence or hate
No one wins

We just drown in our sins..

We can turn it around..
But..

8.4 billion people..

Technology advances
Never maturity

Some call me crazy..

Time will tell
World is hectic nowadays. It made me wonder. Earth is an object. But what if it was actually alive?
Put myself in her shoes for a few minutes.. This poem is how I feel the world may see humanity
Chris Aug 2020
Lost in panic, fearful, frantic, crowds are gone, needed measures for tragic times yet still people recite old lines and let muscle memory point their finger, we're falling apart when we should be together we can't be together but we're still humans remember?

Remember to keep a distance between each other its vital in this instance..

And that a phone call can still save lives..

Stay safe..

Remember to care about yourself.. I forget often.. But its important to always try..

Keep in contact with your loved ones and friends.. Hope has withered yet still can be strong..

We've been there left then there and back again, hell spilled out with a pen, mind pent up again..

Love family
Cherish friends

In a darkened tunnel there is light at its end
That light is the power of hope.

The nights are long.
The day is stress

Hope is needed

Writing for myself and others I do, yes..
But posterity helps drive the hand guiding the pen..

Pent up, pen out
I want to scream

To ask why..

To force it to be a dream..

You aren't alone..
Nights can take you..

But..

Don't let the darkness win
It may be an old friend
But visiting seldomly is the best option..

When you visit every night?
Time passes painfully and this you know

The clock slows
And..

Well..

You know the rest..
Chris Aug 2020
Break my sky
Crash upon my silence
Winds of a chaos ridden story
Violence with pen in hand
Among the earthly struggle
I want your trouble

Send me rain
Wash away the pain
Insane to sane

We are the same, when noise turns silent
Fear grows, pain knows..

Words are daggers

I feel battered
Nothing mattered

Playing the fool
I was just a tool

It is for you I yearn
I swear.. I never learn

Rain begins to fall
Heart of pain
Changed to gain

I yearn still, desperate to learn

Lightning obliterates the darkness
Break my sky..

Thunder loud as hate heals scars of hearts
Break my sky..

Dark soundings of silence die
A broken sky..

It's ok..

I've no need for a sky to fly
It is broken but ended a lie

I still yearn for the sky
Time made me learn

But I can fly..
A part of me died..

Chasing the years of my life..
Chasing a new horizon

Due north
I crash through a shattered sky

I've died a thousand times
I give part of my heart in rhymes

In a world full of lies
Somehow hearts tie ties
Knots of hope in oceans of agony
We still survive..

It is for those willing to listen..
It is to help my heart stop fading

I spill my soul upon the page..

Because no matter where I go..

My pain builds my cage..
Chris Aug 2020
Yin and yang
Light and dark
Mind apart, unique in a lonely way
At least on most days..

I wore my heart on my sleeve..
This world and its selfish needs..

But now the moat is deep
The castle walls stand tall
The land around inclined steeply
The world left a mark deeply
Wounded intelligently, changed eternally

You may knock at the door of the fortress
But my heart cannot leave its throne

Its an irony this life..
Love can leave you on your own
Or heal the damage of being alone..

Love is feared and yearned for..
Get a little you want more

But lose it and then..

The castle beckons..
You take your place upon the throne
Battlements at the ready..

The castle is quite beautiful
Many try to visit
Cold shoulder of a closed door
Common sense a prerequisite

They built the castle
They live wondering why

Why none can open the door..
To venture into it
To have more..

Life goes on..

But the kingdom they made
This castle frozen in time..

It beckons as it fortifies

You can even see it in his eyes..
Chris Jul 2020
Live the light of your lie
I cannot accompany you
The truth would slowly die

I will live working towards light

I'd rather live through lessons

Even when they make me die a little..
Inside..

Than perish in the shadow I'd never see
In the light that would be blinding me
Haunting me as I yearn to be free

A part of me was that life often seen
Accompanying it could never be me
Is that really free?

It left its mark

Thusly I am apart

Working towards my light
The past to be nevermore

It rains sometimes
But the dark has its own light

It does dream
Of making it real

It does work

It can heal..

The face in the mirror..
Are you real?
Chris Jun 2020
When one falls
When one loses it all

Would you catch them..?
Yes..?

To help them soar?

Or to lift them high..
And throw them back down?

Life is so fast
I swear to God time blows away in the wind..
Its just so quick..

Sometimes it is the light
Even on the stillest nights..

Its there..
Then its gone..

If I only..
Could move so quickly..

That might be my home..
Rushing away..

Morning comes..
Never even knocks on the door..

Please..
Tell me there is more..

When I care..
It is a risk I bear..
Heart bare is the only way I get there..

What goes up..
It just far to often falls back down..

I feel like I live in the sky..
I feel free..

Forever me..

If only..
I could be Like the Wind..

Then I would truly be free..
Chris Jun 2020
Mirror mirror on the wall
A pretty image..
Still took a fall
Pictures on the walls
Images of them all
The family that was
The family that wasn't..

A pretty image..

Words unspoken
Perfect smiles unbroken on the broken

A pretty image..

The work of kindness
The constitution of dedicated hearts

But the world..
It broke them apart..
Images.. Memories of rain and love..
Pain when I look above..
Longing to be whole..

I live apart..
Apart.. A part.. Of what was a heart..

From a house that was a home..
Where a man dies alone..
In a home now only a house..
He is on his own..

Love fierce as a tiger's rage..
Another life.. Another page.
Rage has died..

Just a house where happy lived now..
With love faded.. Pain unabated..

Cries for help more feeble than the cries of a mouse..

This home.. This house..

This man..

A pretty image..

Mirror mirror on the wall.
Take your beauty..
Keep it..

I see through the lies now..

I will never look at you again..
Because I never hear a word..

I only see what you see..

And that..

Has left me blind..

A mirror shattered that night..
But the pictures frames turned down..

Display the love that was.. once again..
They are memories..
Can I be happy again?

I am not just a man with these dying dreams.. I want to turn to a bottle.. But I would drown in its sea..

Maybe even I can earn my right to heaven..
Maybe even I can be ok..

Maybe I can find me..

And stay him..

A pretty image thrown away.
A man who died dedicated to try again.
A bottle thrown away.

A past to temper the present.
A future to build.

I feel like I am erasing a person..
Or maybe..

I never drew him to life in the first place..
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