What's Left Behind

dirty bowls 

strewn on

letters unopened, insides untold

with crumbs on matresses

and sheets 

discarded

artifacts left untouched

glisten on sheets

black where celestial

bodies would above 

travel

faint ceilings with whisper,

heed rasping angels

breezing song call past

exposed limbs, blood 

colden

shadows of apparitions, 

an overexposed negative,

the photonic residue strains

an echo that 

penetrates

wind chimes playful and

cloudbroken, sun shimmers

hope in between eyes closed that

are missing the warm breath beside.

Mythonies

Waves of sound strung up, wrestled and tangled
Tendrils rising out, distressed and grasping
Oncoming traffic driving forward, colliding
High top balloons crashing, ripping through air to the ground.

Light fluctuating, sharp and distilled
Shoot through dialated passages, never unseen
Caught and trapped travelling messages
Streaming golden roads outward.

Clench palms with fists of fury
Bound with coloured string, suspended stacks
Inside negative whites that take up room,
this space is not empty, cluttered only.

Headshaped blurs, over sensed realities
filling to the brim with misunderstood focus,
Noises of crescending drums and crashing symbols'
Senseless ramble, glass to the wall and the fly uncaptured.

Red check that block on black
Pukka Pads on which scattered ideas are spent,
like woken from dreams of love and loss, of anger and loathing,
and of empty wanks left lost behind.

Hello Reader,

For those of you having a look for the first time, welcome to my blog.

Just a bit to explain myself (for those of you familiar with my blog, feel free to skip this post).

I am a writer based in London and this is a platform in which to display some of my works.  I would love your feedback, whether you are just passing or a regular viewer.  You can do this here or via my Facebook page the link for which is on the right hand of this page.

I would also be interested in hearing from you if you are also a writer or someone based in the creative industries.  I would love to get involved with projects with other like minded people, such as film makers or those based in independent theatre.

My writing is quite diverse although the pieces on here are based in prose and mainly poetry at the moment. However if you are interested in screenplay and such like please get in touch.

I hope you enjoy what you read, but if you don't (or if you do) please feel free to pass on some constructive criticism.  Also bare in mind that this blog does not consist of my complete range of works, so again if you are interested in seeing more or anything else, get in touch.

Many thanks,
Chris.

Cellos and Choir - June 2010

the symphonies of dreams
that i still long after,
while i hear your shouts and screams
and beg for the life i long for.

scarlet wounds and the over thought,
leave me with broken chairs
in a room long lost and the spirits
that roam, discarded souls bared.

ask me a question and you
can only live for a dream.
ask me for solutions and i
will only ignore your needs.

the tune that you swallow
and the apple that you grab,
leave pictures in frames
that leave lines empty and sad.

ask me not what i can do,
for only cliches can follow.
so ask me nothing,
and sirens blare in fellow.

so on and so forth

For LT

wheels of magic, missing full stops
heart fills to bleed, eyes closed
watch the myths that pass us by

so happy, so sad
jokers and clowns
with jaded smiles

sleepful happiness and the dream that wakes
leaves a sense of illusion not imitated
minds clearing with mouths engaging

Musak Mosaic

Nonsense in the Dark,

Go hard, go home

Starry Eyed Boy in Love

In a Digital Age.

Haven’t You Heard

What Happens Next?

You’ve Got The Love,

The Perfect Sound.

The Reeling Animal,

Ready for the Floor.

My Delerium,

A Thin Disguise.

Come Back Home,

My People.

Heart Failure Alone,

Cross Beam Fantasies.

And Tonight My Heart Dances

Rugs lie cold,

White room stream.

Clock stop, picture frame

Still life, stillest heart.

Dance round,

Back rolled eyes.

Hide your shame,

Tonight’s disco light dream.