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My parents always told me "Give a man a fish and he eats for a day. Teach him to
fish and he will eat forever" It always annoyed me. Have you ever tried fishing before?
It's hard to catch a fish I have gone fishing for days at a time and never caught
anything. So just give me a fish I'm hungry now and could starve to death trying to catch
one.
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My phone is ringing it's the call I've been dreaming about. I try and reach for my
phone but my arms are numb laying in a pool of my blood and my fingers refuse to work. My
phone is still ringing, as each breath becomes harder then the last. I try one last time
to pick up my phone but its to late my body has gone cold ...and all the pain is gone. My
phone is ringing and its the last thing I will ever hear.
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We were both 16, we shared many firsts with each other. First girl I ever kissed, First person outside of family that I told "I love you" to and we took each others virginity. We were both young and foolish but to this day I still say I honestly loved you. The day you told me you never cared for me the day when you told me it was all just a game was the day I cut my first scar into my arm.
I knew you longer then my own brother. We were best friends grew up together, we even got a house when we both left the "nest". Those were the best 3 years of my life we became brothers we became blood. The last day we ever talked is the saddest day in my life, even to this day I cry when I think about you walking away. The scar you gave me stands out from the rest, it's deeper and longer then the others.
You were my star I gave you everything I had. I would of walked through the pits of hell just to see your smile. I thought you were the one, I thought we had a future and would be together forever. But one day I came home early to surprise you with this ring, yes I was going to ask you to marry me. When I walked into the house my heart was shattered and blown away by the wind. The image of the two of you is burned into my brain I did not say a word just dropped the ring on the floor and walked right back out the door.
The pain of the knife cutting into my arm shocks me out of my thoughts. I watch the blood begin to drip onto the floor this makes 13. 13 scars on my arm
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We can't share this body any longer Him and Me.He is killing me and draining me of
my strength.He is a weak and pathetic excuse for a person. Oh how I despise him He is
always crying and Constantly trying to kill us both. He has even come close a couple times
it was my strength that brought us back! Oh how he makes my blood boil. I want him gone, I
want to kill him! But he runs and hides from the light and has survived everything I have
thrown at him. His only good quilty is that He just wont die. He is nothing but a
cockroach and I want him GONE!
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Father I look up to you. I'm so sorry you were taken from me and we never knew
each other. I wish you could of seen me grow into the man I have become. I wish you could
be here to see me fall in love and make a family of my own. You and my mother were only 16
you were taken from her right after I came into this world. Sometimes I think I can feel
someone watching me and I hope it is you. Words can't explain how much I love you and wish
we could of known each other
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Life is race. The moment time was invented it became a race. Don't let anyone
tell you otherwise but it is race against nobody but you there is no way to win this race
but you can lose this race if you stand still
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I feed on your hostility and anger it tastes like....chicken. I drink your hatred
like a vanilla shake. You can not hurt me, please try I beg of you. There is nothing you
can do to me that I have not already done to myself. So you see in a way
I'm....Invincible.
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I have always been alone it seems. This life has taken everything from me all my
friends have gone walked away into the light where I can't follow. All my family has left
and wont tell me where they have gone. So over the years my defenses have been built up
and are strong. First the towering outer wall, surrounded by the dead bodies of people
that could never get through. Next we have the inner wall, with two guard towers at either
side. This wall is not as strong or high but the towers always filled with guards and
weapons to strike down any and all who approach. People have reached this far many a time
but almost all have fallen here. Second to last is a huge iron gate surrounded by a moat
of battery acid to keep all from swimming it. The gate is thick and has never been lowered
willingly, the gate keeps all out of the city that is my soul and heart. Only a select few
have reached this far and a couple have forced there way in. Then last within the city,
there is a golden vault door keeping all out of my inner sanctum. These defenses have been
tested and tried but never have they all fallen. So imagine how shocked I was the day I
was walking within my sanctum and out of a puff of smoke you appeared without any
warning.........
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I was broken and bloody My soul was torn asunder,So death came for me.He thought
it would be easy I thought I was done. But when he reached out to take my soul My spirit
which was fading fast found its last ounce of strength and began to glow with an amazing
power. So a battle began a battle for my soul. My tattered body then feel into a coma to
try and save the last bit of its self.The battle raged within me for a full day. Somehow
my spirit weak and faded managed to give death all and more then it could take. The battle
ended and I awoke....alive the victor. So the question I ask the world is "If I still won
the battle that weak and tired. What is there that I can't do if given the time to
heal?"
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I have been stuck in this room for what seems like an eternity. I could of sworn
the door I took to get here was right there but it's gone now. It was just like any other
door I have taken in my life. But the door has vanished leaving me in this room which also
has never happened before. This room is completely devoid of all color and sound even time
seems to have no affect here. There is however a door in front of me. This door was like
all the others except for two lines of bold writing that read "Christopher Michael Waters"
and under that "June 22 1986" For some reason the door made me nervous but no matter how
long or hard I looked I could not find another way out and I could not just sit here
forever. So I walked up to the door and when I got within reach my stomach turned but I
tried to ignore it and reached out to open to open it. When I had the knob in my hand the
hairs on the back of my neck stood up and gave me goosebumps up and down my arm something
was not right about this door and every instinct I had told me to run. But I had no other
choice this was the only way out I had already tried everything else I could think of.
Slowly I started to open the door and inside my head I heard screamed "No Run Run From
this place. Do not open that door!" I instantly lost my nerve but it was to late the door
swung open. Within there was neither light or darkness just nothingness. I just had a
second to see this and no time to ponder what it meant because once the door was open I
was gone and nothingness was left behind.
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