Chris Tims
I’m just learning to be a writer, better poet. I’m just me.
Chris Tims
I’m just learning to be a writer, better poet. I’m just me.
I’m just learning to be a writer, better poet. I’m just me.
I’m just learning to be a writer, better poet. I’m just me.
The long-narrow path
that is before me,
Is made out of hard concrete.
Surrounding by the
lively green grass.
As a person who’s life
has not been well.
I hope to walk
down this path,
And sense a new
path to retrace,
All the life that I
have made mistakes.
Mistakes that are evil,
Mistakes that are unforgivable.
These mistakes are
not made for me,
They are not made
for anyone.
If I stro...
As the dead creature awakes from its slumber,
Draped in a long white silky robe, that is dirty and old.
The skin is rotten and decomposed, which shatters all my bravery in one.
I stand before this creature as the panic rush through my bloody veins,
The chilly breeze of the night embraces my spine, holding me still in place.
The creature's mouth opens slowly,
Revealing small critters of ...
The leaves beneath
my feet are crushing,
The sound of crunches
leaves, ring my ears.
As the beat of my heart is sprinting.
“Alice!” The shout that
escapes my throat,
Echoes throughout
the dark woods.
The cry is full
of desperation.
That will perish
the joy in my life.
The orbs of my eyes seek
Every spot in the teeming
forest of wood.
The heart of my chest feels like it’s
crushing itself,
I ne...
My hand felt the smoothest seat.
Felt like the fur of a small pup.
The spine in my back straighten itself.
Sitting comfortably in my white fluffy chair.
Breathing softly into the fresh air,
As my tense muscles relaxed into calmness.
Releasing all of the stress from before.
And therefore, I shall start all over again.
To experience, this welcoming relief....
The caged bird is blue, the same color as my blue eyes. This bird looked similar to my demise, the danger it posed, will soon change her mind. The mind in my heart, my flesh, and my forbidden love. The bird is humming for new love.
Love that can never be broken, love that will always be woken. The bird is my truth, it will always be my youth. Staring into the bird’s eyes, I soon realized that th...