blurred state of mind

Do you ever wonder what we could have been? If we were two different souls, though I’ve grown far too introspective to let myself think we were good together. Ruminations and such running through my mind Keeping me trapped in the nightmares that refuse to let me sleep. Such a tranquil state lost on my…

Sounds Fishy

There once was a man, Richard Tamin A philanderer known for his scammin His wife smelled his hand He said, “Please understand! I was just at the fair tossing salmon!” © A.P. Christopher 2018 Written for The Literati Mafia Sunday Prompt

Lyre

When distance grew I tried to strain My eyes The silhouette of you I spied Until I couldn’t crane My neck another inch to view The places that so heavenly you flew With letters sent I’d so remain Inside A well, my water spent Of pride A fracture on a plane Of glass that I…

Ring

In the snow where rings of promise Fall from fingers frail Words of winters bleak admonish; Ripping through our sails In the leaves of ashes weeping Tears of golden dreams As we lie, abashed and sleeping Daring not to scream With our words on pages blurring Faded from the flares Of the light of candles…

Let’s dance and dance and dance

Let’s dance until we can’t feel our legs swinging back and forth, Until the music drowns out the worst parts of me and you. I swear there’s no other person I’d rather be here with, but my mind is hazy, and all I can think of is your eyes and that smile and the way…

Finding Ourselves in Nothing

Between the words that are spoken, there lies a fragment of truth Where life exists unaltered, where being roams in sooth Where spirit finds its essence and egos cease to exist Between the words that are spoken, before it fogs over with mist   Between the breaths that are taken, a hint of forever dwells…

The Human Moment

I’m honored to have been asked to join the wonderful writing collective called The Literati Mafia. Thank you, dear writers, for letting me share my words with you. I’m excited and humbled to be here. And, I suppose, a first-post is in order. Here’s a poem I wrote a while ago about the fleeting human…