David Chap Bottoms
Biography of David Chap Bottoms
I grew up in middle class suburbia with my father Guy W. Bottoms Sr. and my mother Denise S. Bottoms. I have a sister Katheryn Hall, and two brothers Jacob J. Bottoms and Guy W. Bottoms Jr. whom are all older than me. Ever since my education in middle school I started writing short poems and stories that explored my imagination and helped me deal with both harsh and pleasant times in my life. I never intended for any of my writing to be public at first, it meant more to me as a source of reflection and release. Many people in my life, both friends and family, began to read some of my most recent work and to my surprise really enjoyed it. Not solely because they wanted to be supportive but in earnest interest of my writings. At first I was cautious of taking their advice to publish some of my works to magazines and internet sights, I felt to self conscious of what others might say or think. So after much thought and consideration I decided I wanted a online data base where I could store what I wrote and so that those who supported me could read all of my new works.
David Chap Bottoms's Works:
David Chap Bottoms Poems
Circles And Hearts
It started out as something harmless A hope to rekindle old ties Someone to talk to again To bring my mind at ease
My Ultimate Test
The heart weighs heavy, it builds the strength in me for what I endure. The days like pelting rain against my skin. Cold as ice, cutting straight to the bone, leaving the muscle numb as the skin burns. The look in my eyes is determination, filled with hope and dreams, the desire to accomplish what I feel to be true.
Complications, heart ache and thoughts that dwell in me, whispering doubts and echoing encouragements. Dripping like poison from their lips and floating like the sweet scent of lavender in the air.
Knock At My Door
I wake from these dreams in a cold sweet, memories of twinges and spasms through the night. Visions i do not remember or comprehend, but they taunt me as I feel a pulling force from them. Sometimes they enrage me, and others they bolster my resolve, but why? If I can not understand them then why do I feel this wave of emotions and thoughts.
These Four Empty Walls
At the end of my days I retire to my room A daily routine that I have made since I got here I empty my pockets upon my desk and remove my uniform jacket Throwing my beret upon my bed with a sigh
Every word I write down. Or slip from my mouth. Are grasped out of my mind. A massive jumble of words and letters.
The Sound Of Freedom
The air is humid on this dark night Smell of gunpowder in the air The bright flashes of light fill the sky Thunderous booms echo in the night
Pouring From My Mouth
I wish some days I could remove my heart Just dig into my chest and throw it away Shed away my pain and despair I know that it sounds sad and depressing
That day I asked you Has burned into my memory Now I ponder it all All those years and final moments
The Only Easy Day Was Never
Mind worn away Body aches and groans Hunger saps away every little bit of excess strength With heavy boots scuffing the floor
The Torturing Nightmare
The desolate desert, the untameable forest, the merciless sea. A solitary man hovers over this vast landscape. Three terrors clashed together, hiding secrets and nightmares. His eyes dart frantically back and forth, unable to move or speak.
The Inner Triangle
The heart is weighed on such strong emotions The mind is weighed on sound logic and decisions The soul is weighed on moral choices and faith
Thoughts And Solitude
The room is still, The walls quietly creek with the stillness of my breath. The bright screen illuminating my face, Eyes glued to quite moving pictures.
Dreams Of The Future
I escape into my mind While this world around me crumbles My knuckles bloodied and my clothes stained I close my eyes as my body rages
The Torturing Nightmare
The desolate desert, the untameable forest, the merciless sea.
A solitary man hovers over this vast landscape.
Three terrors clashed together, hiding secrets and nightmares.
His eyes dart frantically back and forth, unable to move or speak.
He sees a version of himself walking through the desert.
Parched and tired from the brutal sun beating down on him.
The man stops as the wind shifts, and the sands begin to move.
He takes off running, and the sands take chase.
He grows weary as his en