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 Feb 2014 Ghos
Chris T
one crumb for you
and one for you.

i share this food,
the finest there is,
bought with
hard earned
hot cash,

in the hopes that y'all
stop mocking me.

you know i'm
completely
fearful of y'all
yet y'all seem
to take
advantage
of it.

parading around
and doing that funky walk
and giving me looks,
please stop.

take it!
take all the crumbs!
please just leave me
alone,
pigeons!
NOT FINISHED. 2014. I have a strange pigeon phobia. I can't explain it but I'm freaked out by em!
 Feb 2014 Ghos
Chris T
it's raining and thundering
hard
and
the sun is hiding
somewhere.
the roommate that's full of lard
is in slumber
and
there's no one to disturb me.
it is but me
and the rain and thunder,
with a pen and piece of paper.
it is a good day,
this, now, today.
Good? O.K. 2014
 Feb 2014 Ghos
Chris T
i tried doing sonnets
and failed. look what came of it.
a haiku instead.
i **** at writing sonnets so i tried writing a sonnet about writing sonnets and instead ended up with these 3 lines and whoa, unintentionally wrote a haiku instead. Woo.
 Feb 2014 Ghos
Chris T
It's one of those days
where you wanna get
home and fill the tub
with nice warm water,
get naked in the
dark of your bedroom,
play some Chet Baker,
dive in the water,
melting away (melt!),
open a gallon
of whatever wine
and chug it down slow,
turn the hairdryer on,
softly toss it in
your cooking *** and
let the jolt massage
take you someplace calm.
Such a nice feeling, innit?
 Feb 2014 Ghos
Chris T
A sealed letter
rested on
a rocking chair
at a house
that overlooked
a blue sea.

The ink recent
black and wet
waited for the
young man to
come and read it.
Sea foam rose.

And the rocks kissed
by the soft
lips of the sea,
someone joined
their *******
forever.

The letter read
"...I'm sorry..."
and the young man
wept on that
porch, on that chair.
"...Goodbye, love".
(Not as well as i hoped for)
 Feb 2014 Ghos
Chris T
i've dreamt of you
for the past 5 nights.
that sunshine hair and
that almond milk skin

won't let me be.

i'm tired of kissing
your ruby lips and
holding that body
tight in these dreams that

won't let me be.

the fact that i can't
run these fingers down
that goddess back of
yours makes me mad. it

won't let me be.

every night your
angel face appears
and your angel voice
says "i love you" and

i can't handle it.
you're so far
from me
and
i can't
have you. it's
all so twisted.
Wrote it like 2 weeks ago?
 Feb 2014 Ghos
Chris T
You majored in breaking hearts
at the university of shattering dreams
and ****, you got far in there,
expert, PhD level, and I was just
another research paper in your
continuous studies for whatever
magazine it is you publish in.
I knew I was just a subject
ready to be learnt and thrashed
after a semester but i remained a hopeless slave.
to your thinking of
'credit approved credit forgotten'
you remained loyal to the end
and once this textbook was read
I was sold and you moved on
to the next big requirement.
and boy I should've listened
to those with experience,
all those people that'd been broken,
the ones that'd raised their voice
but I was deaf to their shouts,
now I'm nowhere, somehow still enslaved
by those phantom white chains you call hands
and I can't find the keys. I guess I'm hooked,
sick as that is, to your poison, that drug,
while some dealt *** you were giving out
false love and fake attention,
it made me feel like I'd found meaning
but it was all a bad trip, I'm an addict
to that unknown cause and I was happy
to go along with and I abused it
and I can't get off the roller coaster feel.
The rush is gone replaced with sudden fits
of emptiness, my dealer is gone: you're gone,
and I'm dissipating away too.
I traded everything to be apart of you
and you're graduating Magna *** Laude
while I'm some random drop out.
Well, congratulations and good luck,
the future is bright for students like you.
I don't know what i'm trying to say. I'm confused with all these feelings in my head. THIS IS A DRAFT. Not sure if i'm done here.
 Jan 2014 Ghos
Chris T
I left the window open:
      All monsters are hereby
            welcome.
First 10 word of 2014 :)
Enjoy.
 Jan 2014 Ghos
Chris T
you know those tv dinners?
the ones with the
corn
mashaed potatoes
and salisbury steak?
the meat is soaked
with
that weird brown
liquid they call
'gravy' ( though it really isn't)
and it's all very
fine and sloppy and it feels
like chewing
cardboard that's been
left under the rain.
the corn
is fresh (though it really isn't)
and the potatoes
are... edible
i suppose (though it really isn't).

yeah,
those tv dinners.
well
they keep me fed
so
i guess that's ok.

i'll have one for dinner
every night
because there's no time to cook.
salisbury steak,
the one that comes in the red box,
that's my favorite.

feast produced
(not cooked because
i'm sure they're made
in some sick scientist's lab)
for champions
(because only
a
true champion
can
digest this stuff
well)!
having one as i typed this in. mmmmmm. wish me luck digesting this stuff.
 Jan 2014 Ghos
Chris T
.                     On nights like this one,
When i felt empty,                                                      
                    I longed for the rain,
For the earth to cool                                                  
                     The windows to blur.
The shapeless image                                                  
                         That things then became,
Was comfort like I'd                                                      
       ­      Never felt before.

*the rain was my friend
when i had no friend
2013.  Not feeling too good tonight.
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