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Recap
Why do I insist on reliving the pain of my past? As if i missed a bit of the shame that I've grasped. I've been given the gift of my name and my facts. Yet I miss all the days I behaved like an ass. I've hurt my friends and family more than even they know. My worth's at its end, this fantasy's a bore, it ain't easy to cope. What's worse, I bent the photo on the mantle piece, and I hope, This verse makes amends with who handled me at my core the most.
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Unseen
I put on a smile, just to hide my frustration, With the world, myself, the entire population. My lack of understanding, fuels my hidden thoughts. Knowing nobody notices, the war that’s being fought. Seems like it’s all so normal, and everyone’s on board. Keep on walking blindly, and I’ll just stay ignored. Only the few who see, will always know the truth. Watch the light just fall away, like a rotting baby tooth, Heinsight’s 20/20, and it’s the biggest fucking kicker. I was the problem, and it kept on growing thicker, I hope they see me, trying to grow and learn. Too late for me now, I’ve already crashed and burned. But hopefully I’m interpreted, and heard with understanding. I didn’t want to hurt you, forgive me, and I will stand free.
- Christopher Thompson
Consider This
Humans love patterns. We’re addicted to them. The second we find something that we can easily repeat we become comfortable and therefore deny any change that might disrupt our simple brains’ need for comfort.
This is what stops us from moving forward, learning, and bettering ourselves.
Consider your 9-5. Consider smoking. Consider your social behaviors, the words you use, your nervous ticks, your friends, or your lover.
Consider how unpredictable life can be, and do not assume breaking one of your habits will break you, but rather enlighten and open you up to new ideas and possibilities.
Or don’t.
I’m not a doctor.
- Christopher Thompson
The Sea
An ever vigilant silent hero, Battlin a war since long before, A malevolent, violent clear show, rattled a hallow, cold, evil roar,
Took whatever courage he had left to breathe, Knowing it’ll never end, He took one big plunge into a sea, Knowing he’d have no friends.
Stood up for what’s real, and what’s right, A deep understanding, Could have took what he feels, and just might, Have had a cleaner landing.
But he wasn’t there I bet, The knowledge would never be absorbed, So he blindly dived to a lake of horrors, and yet, The people he loved would never see his sword.
- Christopher Thompson
I Don't Know
I don't know what I'd do. I'd sleep in every day till noon. I hope I've learned enough from you. I don't know what I'd do. I don't know where I'd be. If you hadn't kept me on my feet. You are the reason for everything "me". I don't know where I'd be. I don't know how you did it. Raising three amazing children. The amount of love you've gifted. I don't know how you did it. I know how much I love you. Every single time I've hugged you. I know who I am because of you. Mom, you're the best, I love you. Happy Mother's Day! - Christopher Thompson
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Reach
A lively, yet battle-torn hand outstretched. Grasping, twisting and begging. It's wrist attached to the elbow attached to the heart. Heart connected physically and spiritually to the soul. The ties to the mind have long since broken. As each moment passes the aging of every possible weave or thread inflicts the scars and wrinkles and withering. The eyes burn dry, the smile fades, the hair falls, and the brow furrows. The muscles tire and tear, the spine angles, and the energy dwindles away. Though, the aura, the stunning and empowering light that floats softly through the hand, can never be felt physically. A happy, brave, and healing hand outstretched. Grasping, twisting, and begging.
Footprints
I will happily move toward The ideas you see fit. So long as the reward I receive Owns me like it does you. The design outlined in the dust Ripples, flutters into time. Only our memories Will inevitably be forgotten. Please. Please remember. Anything to help Me change the future. - Christopher Thompson
My Message
Believe it when the stars say something to you, Don't shrug it off, people believe in god, voodoo, Cthulu, crude views of gurus, and ghosts, boOOoo. But just who do you think you fool when you talk shit? Doo doo. Thats all we all do, is do. The rock and hard space that we crawl through, its true, doesn't seem to fit right, boo-hoo! Life ain't fair, not even remotely, I'm just like you, seeking truth in the dark, groping for real air to breathe instead of seeing it choke me. Its in broad daylight, nobody stops it, hoping, That one of these days the universe lifts me and holds me. So instead I encourage free thought, presence. Stop lookin for the needle in the hay as evidence. Like its proof you're you, do what I do, get in a groove, spit truth, no benefits! Don't think about the pleasantness, the remnants of past, Breathe deep, seek sweet sweet peace, and the rest, you'll outlast. - Christopher Thompson
Duck Feet
Distant, disconnected. Undeserving. Aging, growth. Loneliness. Sunshine, seasons. Heat. Introvert, intelligent. Isolated. Confident, competent. Cocky. Healthy, heady. Human. Brave, bold, Bound. Calm, cool. Intense. -Christopher Thompson
Battle of Self
He dreams of wealth, a family, virility, A conundrum he faces with little stability, Aware of ability and struggling still to be, The man that he wants just to fight his humility,
No matter the patience or perfection of art, Creativity falls short while his mind tricks him hard, Intelligence and wit doesn’t fit with his heart, So he sits in a pit where the bottom is sharp,
Close up the lid and he’ll scratch at the walls, Nook after cranny he gets close till he falls, Stabbed in the back while he waits for its calls, Trapped, bruised and confused as he crawls,
Everyday he’s hoping for an answer, some light, Little did he know he’s already won the fight,
Now its about understanding his opponent, His ego, his sins, his collection, he owns it.
- Christopher Thompson
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Hollow
My mom thought when she spoke to me, things would go in one ear and out the other.
She never considered the unlimited vacuum of space between them.
I once made a feasible promise. Not to somebody I cared for, but to the stars.
I struggle every day to keep it dear.
Music flows passionately through me.
But I never truly hear the melody unless it’s my own.
- Christopher Thompson
With Every Stride
The day he woke up, She spoke up, His throat choked up, He was broke, fucked.
Yet the message sent, landed loud and clear, He was hell bent, crammed with doubt and fear. She paid rent, jammed and wanted out for years, He never lent a cent, hand, just a shower of tears.
So now the tide’s turned, he found he had a choice, Somehow make a wide turn, around a man from a boy. He had grown wise to learn, the sound of her voice, Allowed him sight to discern, his surrounding white noise.
With every stride he chose, a smarter decision. With every stride he grows, his art, his mission. With every stride he knows, his part, position. With every stride he goes, to the stars with wisdom.
- Christopher Thompson
Rough Draft
Fight for the right to sleep in. Be late to work, by 5 minutes. Ish. Challenge the television by talking shit to every show that comes on. Then, binge watch Netflix. Smoke a cigarette every once in a while. I dare ya. Fuck the police. Riot in the streets. Make sure you get that tax return. Support your politicians. Show your passion with a Sharpie on a wall in your community. An apple a day keeps the doctor away. Apples are about all we can afford. Drive safe tonight, folks. You can always pick up your car tomorrow right? Read the final chapter first. I mean after all, this is just a rough draft. - Christopher Thompson
It's funny.
It's funny. In my own mind I see who I can truly be. What I can give to the people close to me. I wave to strangers like the cool, green sea. But the things I want are just jokes to me. It's funny. I try to be an open book. With stories and characters, all unique. A few chapters that'll leave you shook. By the end, you'd get the answers you seek. It's funny. If you try to understand you'd be confused. How I'm still laughing, smiling and stoked. It takes a lot for you to be amused. And to you, I'm just a joke. It's funny. Christopher Thompson
Panic
Panic as a direct result of worry or pain, It reminds the heart of what it wants. Panic furiously chipping at a sturdy tower, Each time the tower leans its braced by hardy dwellers, eager to see it stand tall. Panic governs breaking backs as they fight for peace. They've gone numb to the micromanaging. Panic grows old, weakened by torturous oppression. It's death rattle haunts surrounding ears. - Christopher Thompson
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Choice
That pot you so delicately filled with soil, took the time to plant the seed, watered, and then sprouted. That egg cooked perfectly, until it needed a flip. Those stones you stacked by the beach, attempting to find zen. That poem you wrote, to quietly reach out. All torn, by a choice. - Christopher Thompson
Poetry Blog Train 2017
Every new year calls for a new blog train. Blog trains can really help people find your blog if they’re interested in specific types of blogs by checking out the notes of all the people who liked or reblogged the post. This blog train is great for you to like and reblog if you do any of the following: - Consider yourself a poetry or writing blog - Post a lot of your own poetry - Reblog a lot of poetry Pretty straight forward, eh? So let’s support each other and start passing this on!
