David Chap Bottoms
David Chap Bottoms Poems
|2.||Dreams Of The Future||5/10/2013|
|3.||Thoughts And Solitude||5/10/2013|
|4.||The Inner Triangle||5/10/2013|
|5.||The Torturing Nightmare||5/10/2013|
|6.||The Only Easy Day Was Never||5/15/2013|
|8.||Pouring From My Mouth||6/28/2013|
|9.||The Sound Of Freedom||7/5/2013|
|11.||These Four Empty Walls||8/31/2013|
|12.||Knock At My Door||9/14/2013|
|14.||My Ultimate Test||9/14/2013|
|15.||Circles And Hearts||11/8/2013|
|16.||My Infatuation For You||11/8/2013|
|17.||The Perpetual Ticking Of Time||12/4/2013|
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
And see my self laying in a grassy area
Birds chirping and the sun shining on my face
I turn my head and eyes to look at the glassy surface of a lake
So quiet and serene in this world
A women lays next to me
I can't hear or see her clearly
She is a blur within this world
A dream is all this is
A way to avoid the pain and languish
I reach out to touch her
But she is like a ghost
Or am I the ghost
The pain rushes ...
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