Christopher: Poems

Christopher Nov 2014

Roastful digits
Although few and by means necessary
Each chuckle performs
Through red mist

This is sort of a free flow process.

Christopher Apr 2014

What did God say upon his arrival home?
Nothing
A ghost in the Wind
Travel far and see the open land
You're never far from love

This is a rough draft, my first poem, don't judge too harshly