Christopher Withers


Christopher Withers Poems

1. On This Autumnal Day 11/15/2006
2. Thoughts Of An Atheist 11/15/2006
3. Fragmenting In Natures Abstraction 11/16/2006
4. Skirting Eternities Path 11/16/2006
5. The Shimmering Sun's Eternal Wake 11/23/2006
6. Questions On Death 11/24/2006
7. Intentions And Preconceptions 1/13/2007
8. Moments Of Dawn 1/31/2007
9. Silence Greets Me 2/27/2008
10. Time's Swift Beat 2/27/2008
11. Less Than The Dust 3/9/2008
12. Fatherly Advice 3/10/2008
13. Over-Clear Rays 3/18/2008
14. Fleeting Days 9/11/2008
15. Exploration: Other States 10/29/2008
16. Reiteration: Abuse 11/11/2008
17. They Come, They Play 12/4/2008
18. Undone 12/9/2008
19. Voices Whisper 12/10/2008
20. Forever Morning Hue 6/9/2007
21. River 2/4/2009
22. Become Full Stop 3/9/2009
23. Voids Mistake 4/14/2009
24. Egos Sum 4/24/2009
25. Synthetic Spear 4/28/2009
26. Hidden Unknown 5/11/2009
27. Witness Of The Modern Age 5/16/2009
28. Natured Sigh 7/27/2009
29. Winters Sun 8/11/2009
30. Save The Day 4/4/2010
31. Missed, The Sleepers 8/13/2010
32. Darkness And Fool Clown Lips 6/26/2007
33. Days Sound Calm 10/15/2007
34. Annoyance Generator 9/22/2014
35. Her And Her 3/17/2015
36. Spider Spider 11/13/2006
37. A Study In What Not To Do 9/16/2014
38. Symmetry 8/11/2010
39. Together We Crumble, Stumble, And Fall 11/16/2006
40. Hidden People 11/27/2006
Best Poem of Christopher Withers

Never Saved

vision stunted by past deeds
leading to my current place,
childhood face: disconnected,
now adrift on stagnant lake.
cynicism scrawls the map
leading to my resting place,
a symptom of a drying mind,
what once was fluid, now is blind.
each denial of childhood dream
fractures now my world it seems.

mothers tears dried in her grave,
childhood view: never saved.

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Thoughts Of An Atheist

individuality, seemingly unique
yet, built upon the same mechanics,
built upon the same brain structure,
in each and everyone of us.
its engine, self awareness, conscious window
to a perceived external world - holds claim
to being one of a kind, but in truth
it is simply the same medium, given seeming
difference through the accumulation of

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