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.
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.
...
606 reads
4 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
23rd Aug 2014 7:44pm
23rd Aug 2014 7:44pm
On Suicide And Robin Williams(TRIGGER WARNING)
834 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
539 reads
0 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.
671 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
669 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...
718 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...
588 reads
0 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
7th Aug 2014 4:32am
7th Aug 2014 4:32am
Inspired Lights
In our dreams intermingled scents and living goldenrod wishes
from our sources in deep emerald wells with caves to swim…
we children two, hand in hand explore underneath.
Glistening star stalagmite towers reach towards our reach
and we pause by holding timeless, we touch the untouched.
This dream flows on as we do in this subterranea.
Rippling cool comfort eases us through enlightened algae
cities of micro life green and blue glow. The cavern water scent
sweet as the details of our lives we wish for…...
from our sources in deep emerald wells with caves to swim…
we children two, hand in hand explore underneath.
Glistening star stalagmite towers reach towards our reach
and we pause by holding timeless, we touch the untouched.
This dream flows on as we do in this subterranea.
Rippling cool comfort eases us through enlightened algae
cities of micro life green and blue glow. The cavern water scent
sweet as the details of our lives we wish for…...
724 reads
5 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
6th Aug 2014 6:12am
6th Aug 2014 6:12am
We, Our Connect
When I weep, and yes lover, I weep for you
I do remember who we are...we, our connect.
In the Fall, we will know crisp autumnal hue
and dance on a polished farmhouse floor in Connecticut.
Everything we want comes through our give.
From all of these miles power flows from us
to reach into my back and to reach for your fingers
sensuality writ emotion that makes psychic touch
...and we are real. Overwhelm we may taste in tingles.
What I really want to say is that you...we are always together.
As distance makes walls deep, we walk...
I do remember who we are...we, our connect.
In the Fall, we will know crisp autumnal hue
and dance on a polished farmhouse floor in Connecticut.
Everything we want comes through our give.
From all of these miles power flows from us
to reach into my back and to reach for your fingers
sensuality writ emotion that makes psychic touch
...and we are real. Overwhelm we may taste in tingles.
What I really want to say is that you...we are always together.
As distance makes walls deep, we walk...
564 reads
0 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Aug 2014 5:33am
2nd Aug 2014 5:33am
Waiting Unspoken Promise
Parenthetical logic brackets little understanding
Those blue sapphires speak wonder, but throughout
restless mind of hidden motives brings doubt.
It's not about trust, but what trust let's out.
I live in transparent, though cover my literal tracks
because I want to believe in her, I'm still there.
Belief harkens faith, and right now thin air
is all that keeps me breathing in, watchful eyes stare.
I need an undefinable something... a proof
I step back now to see what return there may be
not in terms of payback, but love gracefully
not at...
Those blue sapphires speak wonder, but throughout
restless mind of hidden motives brings doubt.
It's not about trust, but what trust let's out.
I live in transparent, though cover my literal tracks
because I want to believe in her, I'm still there.
Belief harkens faith, and right now thin air
is all that keeps me breathing in, watchful eyes stare.
I need an undefinable something... a proof
I step back now to see what return there may be
not in terms of payback, but love gracefully
not at...
654 reads
2 Comments
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