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Christopher Pitts Poem
a glowing gaze was slowly met
or so it at first had seemed
irises in-twined and slowly set
into these lover's dreams
they build their memories
the seconds pass
their breathe is lost
conversations made of gasps
the hearts inside their chest were robbed
once beating, now have stopped
still it lingers
as eons fade
with outstretched, reaching fingers
these lovers will forever stay
and search no other way.
Christopher Pitts/2012
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Christopher Pitts Poem
Lying here, I am eaten
The beast takes its last bite
On a cold and dreary evening
I begin to recount my life
Sliding past his teeth, I weep
Remembering all my strife
Trying to climb, with arms so weak
My pains increase and subside
Slipping past his tongue, I'm hung
Reaching one last time
My eyes close tight, when terrors sung
With a beastly sort of pride
Falling down his throat, I'm choked
My breath taken from inside
While hearing every ghastly note
The beast sings and cries
Past his lungs, all hope is gone
So hard I thought i tried
Into it's gut I'm finally done
Inside the beast I died
Christopher Pitts/2013
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lingering embers lay smoldering out
fingers searching through ashes
rearranging, but always in doubt
to find all of the matches
re-piece all that matters
the dull glow lingers, hanging around
forcing my hands to shake
scattering remnants, moving about
escaping my baleful gaze
forever til the end of days
the lovely burn, or what so was thought
has drained me of all my ways
forever in flee, but finally caught
shes caught me, and so i'll stay
never to go away
rekindling a fire, set it ablaze
see how long its tongues last
no, not yet, I'm not ashamed
the warnings shall never pass
our love has shaped the glass
let sands pour, sinking in time
extinguishing all the fire
a grain for each second that i'm,
slowly becoming the liar
slowly becoming so tired
and once more the flames have gone
forever to never be anew
the future in the smoke has shown
of eyes so coldly blue
forever without you
Christopher Pitts 12/1/12
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Christopher Pitts Poem
to light our path
our mind has shown
the way for every step
but still we have
so little unknown
of the steps we all have left
Christopher R. Pitts - Non Premium Member
12/1/12
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Christopher Pitts Poem
time has a pendulum,
that swings to and fro,
with long and short hands,
that never let go...
a heart beat a second, or two, or three
with no regard for you and me.
time has a pendulum,
that swings back and forth,
counting down the days,
left here on earth.
a heartbeat a second, or two, or three,
that brings the fall of sky and sea.
time has a pendulum,
that we always see through,
because our eyes stay still,
when of course they should move,
a heartbeat a second, or two, or three,
blind to the things of what must be.
time has a pendulum,
that will one day stop.
we've climbed so high
just to suddenly drop
a heartbeat a second, or two, or three
all history of man, swept by the breeze.
Christopher Pitts/2008?
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Christopher Pitts Poem
Amidst your youth, these suited truths
tailored to suit you well
only a few, but none too new
set fire to all your tells
inside your tailored hell
A fiery shroud, has wrapped around
your doubt, set you alight
amongst a crowd, of timid shouts
from the darkness of your night
delight, a dark too bright
Enrapt in flames, a mind is flayed
a cage to lead you home
upon display, your naked stage
was left to bare your bones
by the fire you set alone.
Christopher Pitts/2017
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The taste of blood is on his tongue
A scent carried by the wind
Haunches move to a rhythmic song
A song only he can hear
Beneath the moons dim glow
His eyes have found the prey
His mind is drawn to slender throat
And flesh torn away
He is the horse and rider
A silent Death approaches
Space between the two grow tighter
But only one will notice
The reapers shadow cloaked in fur
A scythe sent to harvest
A single lone but deadly cur
Twisting through the forest
Upon his pounce, the kill is swift
His jaws are locked in place
A final jerk and bones are split
A painting of gore and grace
Now to return, since he's through
With another life he's smothered
A Death to all that he pursues
A savior to his brothers.
Christopher Pitts/2019
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a tortured soul
has lost it's hold
on body
and a mind
as years foretold
of wintry cold
so sorry
I'm inclined to be
-unkind
Christopher Pitts/2013
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A wonder! My eyes bloomed in the Sun,
a beauty, bright, has blinded.
Until, the Moon has set and hung,
above ashes, dust, and silence.
- Christopher Pitts 2/23/2020
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deep beneath the ivory dome
pools of bending colors show
lashing out into the air
all around have stopped to stare
paint their faces to the sky
weaving out an endless lie
dripping down to blind their sight
weave them all into the night
the hazy fog obscures the view
all colors seem to start anew.
Christopher Pitts/2012
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