Chanyn Fuller

Rookie (4/18/94 / red bank)

Chanyn Fuller Poems

1. Tough Love 12/3/2008
2. What Im Going Through 12/3/2008
3. Two As One 1/15/2009
4. Everythings Changed 4/9/2009
5. Trapped 4/9/2009
6. The Call 4/9/2009
7. Attackers 4/9/2009
8. This Beast 4/9/2009
9. Locked Tears 5/4/2009
10. Boat Races 5/4/2009
11. My Prayer 5/4/2009
12. Brain Washing 5/4/2009
13. Michael’s Poem 5/4/2009
14. Furry Claws 5/6/2009
15. You Are Its Master 5/13/2009
16. A Bear, Seven Sisters, And The Tsoai-Talee Tree 5/19/2009
17. Close My Eyes 6/11/2009
18. Haiku 6/11/2009
19. Simple Weapons 6/11/2009
20. Eternal Love 6/11/2009
21. The Plague 6/11/2009
22. Pain Revisited 6/11/2009
23. Extractions 9/29/2009
24. Final Jump (Tanka 3) 10/1/2009
25. Vines 10/1/2009
26. Disguised Blessings 3/5/2010
27. Friendships Are Never How They Appear 5/21/2010
28. To An Uncaring Public 6/2/2010
29. Not Titled Yet 6/2/2010
30. My Last Monments 4/6/2011
31. No Title Yet 6/2/2010

Comments about Chanyn Fuller

  • Ben Bump (4/9/2009 10:20:00 AM)

    Your poems are excellent. Concise, powerfull, to the point. The young poets of your style are the hope to keep this all alive.

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  • Ben Bump (4/9/2009 10:09:00 AM)

    The strength of a family can fight the beast. Sometimes the beast can be slain. Your poem was very well written, very very strong and poignant. I have thought about how to describe the beast in my own writing, and I couldn't have done as well as you did.

Best Poem of Chanyn Fuller

No Title Yet

This casket lays open, waiting for an occupant
A soulless figure to weigh it down
Mortician waits for this special case
Stun is his first emotion, and then change
Screams in agony and flies through
The rest, He takes one break, leaves his own
And clings to what he believes is her’s
He never stays anywhere too long, only to
Search then has no other need. These hues
Of death and mortality are all rushing towards him

Ducking down to the depths of hell, he realizes the irony
Of prayers to his Allah, the merciful and gracious,
But a look into his past, he...

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Trapped

Tomorrows flowing thoughts are todays most unlikely moments. We do not think with our heads, we use our “guts” as an excuse for making bad decisions. If we had to think clearly all the time I would lose myself. When today is over and the next day comes we will be unprepared. The living are like zombies of time. Trapped within walls of confinement.

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