Biography of Christopher Holman
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.
Christopher Holman Poems
Downtrodden dreams fade with a whisp of despair Hope is to be wept for, leave your fretful compulsions aspirations breed tragedy
The Ramparts Of Romance
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
Oh! The renewal of a joy so chaotic none dare to fear! The foolishness and follies of a generation so weak the crushing sensation of a deadly passion amidst the sun-stripped fields of a spring-time heartbreak
Soldier Of The New Age
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.
Of A Dying Breed
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
Speaking During A Kiss
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
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
The Mirror Of Self-Loathing
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,
Revel In Anguish
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.
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
Speaking During A Kiss
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
We shall never part, I shall never slip from you
Forever yours, honor me with your innocence.
Dance with me, sliding gracefully through the motions
our steps are as similar as our hearts.