Submissions by chriswwriter
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
sometimes armored, sometimes more exposed than most can cope with, I come here not with star juice and denouement, but with demon blood and freshly raped and killed werewolves and a heart that flows through souls like healing does old wounds.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2014 4:31am
3rd Sep 2014 4:31am
A Moments Forward Reflection
The clink of iron dropping to concrete, a bolt
falls in nicely with the oldies radio station
and he breathes in the sound of the brass
coming from very modern speakers
and he falls into his own memory elation.
She smiles in her semi-sleep, knowing he’s happy
working on his machine near the bicycle she
learned to ride and loves. The cat purrs warmth
and the small of her back delights
she wants to call him to snuggle, and he will.
Later, when he is clean and shower warm.
He lights one and smiles into his coffee, eucalyptus
touches...
falls in nicely with the oldies radio station
and he breathes in the sound of the brass
coming from very modern speakers
and he falls into his own memory elation.
She smiles in her semi-sleep, knowing he’s happy
working on his machine near the bicycle she
learned to ride and loves. The cat purrs warmth
and the small of her back delights
she wants to call him to snuggle, and he will.
Later, when he is clean and shower warm.
He lights one and smiles into his coffee, eucalyptus
touches...
21 reads
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SELF POEM
Published
2nd Sep 2014 1:05am
2nd Sep 2014 1:05am
Release Is Enough
You have found you are as only sick
as your secrets, kept deep inside;
away from those who love and accept you
and her, childlike in outlook, believes
Completely and unreservedly in you. You.
Like past hurts seen through clouded vision
it never was what I thought, rarely the worst.
So today I told on myself, and I hurt her.
And she did exactly what I thought she would
and the thing I need to do most... She forgave me.
Unreservedly, completely, and in good faith.
And I never need to hide my fears again.
...
as your secrets, kept deep inside;
away from those who love and accept you
and her, childlike in outlook, believes
Completely and unreservedly in you. You.
Like past hurts seen through clouded vision
it never was what I thought, rarely the worst.
So today I told on myself, and I hurt her.
And she did exactly what I thought she would
and the thing I need to do most... She forgave me.
Unreservedly, completely, and in good faith.
And I never need to hide my fears again.
...
38 reads
4 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Aug 2014 7:43pm
29th Aug 2014 7:43pm
Tides Turning Embrace
A footprint near a shell in the white sand to wet beige
this is where it begins; currents await those seeking.
Life can be presents under the tree, shiny beckoning
a draw from reservoirs of excitements wonder…
Touch of a gift in ribbon, flowing over surfaces that
tingle like sun pools on a wave, sliding and shifting
moments that clarify and define choice. Attraction
is a spiritual principle, a come hither of everywhen,
hand held out reassuring what intuition knows, believes.
Ready is just a decision away, movement a conformation.
...
this is where it begins; currents await those seeking.
Life can be presents under the tree, shiny beckoning
a draw from reservoirs of excitements wonder…
Touch of a gift in ribbon, flowing over surfaces that
tingle like sun pools on a wave, sliding and shifting
moments that clarify and define choice. Attraction
is a spiritual principle, a come hither of everywhen,
hand held out reassuring what intuition knows, believes.
Ready is just a decision away, movement a conformation.
...
38 reads
1 Comment
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
23rd Aug 2014 7:44pm
23rd Aug 2014 7:44pm
On Suicide And Robin Williams(TRIGGER WARNING)
49 reads
9 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Aug 2014 1:34pm
17th Aug 2014 1:34pm
What Value Is Now
A touch of hands lightly
the sands of time…
and efforts made real.
It all goes away, the physical
and yet we value more.
Now is not-so-nebulous.
Releasing fear and hurt
through inked glass cuts…
Hey, we healed.
So now what matters most
is experiential tangibility;
coloring in the lines
Side by side we are faith
and faithful is courage
we need not seek…
I believe in you, too.
Chris Whitenack © 2014
the sands of time…
and efforts made real.
It all goes away, the physical
and yet we value more.
Now is not-so-nebulous.
Releasing fear and hurt
through inked glass cuts…
Hey, we healed.
So now what matters most
is experiential tangibility;
coloring in the lines
Side by side we are faith
and faithful is courage
we need not seek…
I believe in you, too.
Chris Whitenack © 2014
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Aug 2014 11:02pm
14th Aug 2014 11:02pm
To Show How Much
One day, my ache will soothe
empty spaces like coloring book pages
will fill, and be filled, colored ours
What we do now are outlines;
solid and transparent
One day, we will know the color of each...
Heartbeats that flow hot and crimson
and fingertips alight with crayon wonders
We will speak in the language of windows
holly fire and blue diamond sapphire
One day, soon is the gold of my hope,
when lips will meet on terms of rainbow
enhanced by electric fields of aural touch
so we may know and dream the art....
of what our...
empty spaces like coloring book pages
will fill, and be filled, colored ours
What we do now are outlines;
solid and transparent
One day, we will know the color of each...
Heartbeats that flow hot and crimson
and fingertips alight with crayon wonders
We will speak in the language of windows
holly fire and blue diamond sapphire
One day, soon is the gold of my hope,
when lips will meet on terms of rainbow
enhanced by electric fields of aural touch
so we may know and dream the art....
of what our...
59 reads
4 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
13th Aug 2014 4:28am
13th Aug 2014 4:28am
A Moons Parting
A Moons Parting
As she pulls away gently
taking pieces of me, evolving resolve
like little tin foil presents wrapped
in faded red crushed velvet bows
A child forgiven, a man redeemed
I have made my own wellness
out of love and an early morning smile
I walk into a brand new life
Those that choose death and dying
do not choose to live- you’re pain is valid
learning from it, more so.
I’m not here to take from you…
Only to give a better life, and she cleansed me.
As she pulls away gently
taking pieces of me, evolving resolve
like little tin foil presents wrapped
in faded red crushed velvet bows
A child forgiven, a man redeemed
I have made my own wellness
out of love and an early morning smile
I walk into a brand new life
Those that choose death and dying
do not choose to live- you’re pain is valid
learning from it, more so.
I’m not here to take from you…
Only to give a better life, and she cleansed me.
51 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
11th Aug 2014 10:21pm
11th Aug 2014 10:21pm
Rolling Wisdom
Nothing more than a road with a line down the middle,
a full tank,music cranked, some smokes
and a coffee, black.
Whole worlds heal this way.
Mind is a tool.
Chris Whitenack © 2014
a full tank,music cranked, some smokes
and a coffee, black.
Whole worlds heal this way.
Mind is a tool.
Chris Whitenack © 2014
54 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
9th Aug 2014 6:51am
9th Aug 2014 6:51am
Here And A Thousand Miles Gone(Song Lyrics)
When you whisper over the cell phone
that you love me, once again
it would be a lie that I died inside
because I find myself filled up to the line
your hands walk inside my souls shabby tin
I was hollow until you moved in me
I was hollow until you moved in me
I scare me with how much I give to you
I think it scares you too
but when we end the call and move on
we’re both pretty okay, even if for days
'Cause we're always here and a thousand miles gone…
a thousand miles gone.
.
At times at night I feel you come and slowly feel...
that you love me, once again
it would be a lie that I died inside
because I find myself filled up to the line
your hands walk inside my souls shabby tin
I was hollow until you moved in me
I was hollow until you moved in me
I scare me with how much I give to you
I think it scares you too
but when we end the call and move on
we’re both pretty okay, even if for days
'Cause we're always here and a thousand miles gone…
a thousand miles gone.
.
At times at night I feel you come and slowly feel...
59 reads
2 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
8th Aug 2014 6:13am
8th Aug 2014 6:13am
What They See
I called him today
He was genuinely interested in the things I write
and did with me what he taught which was be
engaging
thoughtful
informed
slightly ahead of the curve.
And I could tell, finally at 71 today, he's proud of me.
She wrote me today, her first words her last as well
those three that come hard but are worth the wait
wholesome
deep
soul startling
and with more meaning than I think I know.
And I could tell, at thirty seven two months ago...
That the two things in my life I ever needed to hear with...
He was genuinely interested in the things I write
and did with me what he taught which was be
engaging
thoughtful
informed
slightly ahead of the curve.
And I could tell, finally at 71 today, he's proud of me.
She wrote me today, her first words her last as well
those three that come hard but are worth the wait
wholesome
deep
soul startling
and with more meaning than I think I know.
And I could tell, at thirty seven two months ago...
That the two things in my life I ever needed to hear with...
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