Christopher Holman
Christopher Holman Poems
Oh how my heart longs for just a moment
Such beauty glistens with the gossamer intent to swoon
I dance on a balanced wing of radiant glory
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Downtrodden dreams fade with a whisp of despair
Hope is to be wept for,
leave your fretful compulsions
aspirations breed tragedy
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I stand on the edge of reality, basking in your desire
the longing of out-stretched palms scrape my flesh
'romance is dead' they say, however we contradict them
bare not the scars of desire, carry my heart
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In a tangled web of romance I find myself
the inevitable reminder of my ignorant faith
I have become oh so accustomed to the role of 'Martyr'
yet I cringe at thoughts of capitulation.
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It stares at me with unforgiving eyes
baring me down, haunting me with unending disgust
Can I not seek redemption?
Loathing expressed through a glance,
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A caustic presence overshadows this room
a stench so foul it chokes the dead
throttling him in the dark
he shouts in vain, beating the walls for life
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The warmth of true embrace
an utterance of a desolate word to personify the intangible.
Whisper quietly darling, such a word is shunned
expressing nothing, lie with me
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Holding the hollow tendencies we once cherished
I weep the tears of a failing dream
saluting a ship that never sailed
worshiping the deity that never created
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Each day ending with another tear
each breathe punctuated by the sobbing realization
every scene running those translucent images
going through the motions for inexplicable purpose.
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Christopher Holman Biography
These words are not real, everybody is a liar, and you're already dead. The human race is broken, they escape from their minds with their little broken things and only interact to vomit polite profanities on each other or war. The only time they are honest is when they're killing (illegal) or fucking (95% illegal) . I do everything I can to be less human but it's impossible. I've learned to not hate myself, it's not my fault. I've learned to not be upset, it's perfectly acceptable. I simply don't feel.)
The Best Poem Of Christopher Holman
Me And A Passionate Stranger
Oh how my heart longs for just a moment
Such beauty glistens with the gossamer intent to swoon
I dance on a balanced wing of radiant glory
Your arms are an unfamiliar brace of passion
I unbridle mine in secrecy, inescurity harbors my emotions.
A gust raises you with such diligance
Atop a treehouse you've shown me joy
and I dreamt I saw your face embracing mine
curse the fates who tempt me with false scornful images
While you helped me in the water
I trampled clumsily as you glided with ease
I sought your breath and was let down
by your damned, unforgiving truth
Your lips are roses that line a garden of perfection
trimmed by the omnipotence that taunts me with yearning.
Your soft figure gives shape to that which captivates me
An urge to hold with hands, ever so shaky as they may be.
A face that haunts my wildest fantasies
to hold in a field of wildflowers and taste life as it may be.
Perhaps to dot with kisses of romance would be too suggestive
so fantasize as you will, but my heart longs for you,
My muse, my beauty, my lingering forethought, my defiance to abrasiveness, and my fondest dream.
Wherever life may take me, no matter what fork crosses my path,
romance forever decides where I shall go, and it is my compass to find where my heart finds it's missing desire, the lady that haunts my dreams.
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