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Chrissy Horning Poems
Blank pages of a disgruntled novel Words scribbled with invisible ink. A hollow echo of a muted scream No collected thoughts left to think.
Goodbye to you, my life long sorrow Your presence will fade into tomorrow Farewell to you, my life long depression
Crossing... Bridges that crumble behind me Streets that bear no names Realms I refuse to grasp
Grateful to feel the sun's warm kiss Wearily emerging from a wretched abyss
Indifference corrodes my will these day, Like the rust that rots my shitty car. Always planning to find my ambition tomorrow, Then tomorrow's race starts, but I'm stuck in tar.
TIME abides by only his rules I often curse his will to exist To steal you from us was abrupt and cruel He should have known how you would be missed
What Does It Mean?
A man once said that life goes on But I'm not sure I'm feeling that strong My pain causes weakness, my weakness builds fear My fear forms anxiety, my head won't stay clear
Walls and fear compressing The free flow of our higher selves Streets and thoughts congesting Our conscious minds in an idle state
Arriving fashionably late For a half-hearted attempt at a date God, I hope he doesn't show Warm smile, but I immediately notice he's a mouth breather
Standing in line, biding my time Behind an unintentionally slow man with glasses 'Excuse me Sir. It's my turn.' Sacrificing my smile, days full of denial
Far beyond life's tragedy There is a place I have yet to see... Yes, this is the place for me.
The girl with lost hopes and dreams Things aren't as bad as they may seem Confusion wins the best of you But time will take his toll
Comments about Chrissy Horning
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
Blank pages of a disgruntled novel
Words scribbled with invisible ink.
A hollow echo of a muted scream
No collected thoughts left to think.
Beliefs shackled by the morality police
To a faceless crowd I make my stand.
Diffused energy and a weary soul
Depleted by the 'helping hand'.
Trudging through a recurring dream
Legs that don't run despite the pain.
Existence arrives to take attendance
A mouth that refuses to acknowledge my name.