The Burn

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creative, future, hope, Love, lyrics, poems, poetry, The Burn, verse, writing

This could be the night

This could be the time

When all those thoughts we’ve come to know

Find their voice and start to rhyme,

This could be the fire

This could be the burn

The reason that we’ve come to be

Takes away the need to turn,

This could be the ending

This could be the start

When all the treasures that we hold

Melt slowly in another’s heart,

This could be the reason

Why we still remain

All the things we ever needed

Found upon a different plane,

This could be the night

This could be the time

When all those thoughts we’ve come to know

Find their voice and start to rhyme.

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2021

Out of Sight

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Communication, creative, Dependency, Depression, lyrics, Out of Sight, poems, poetry, verse, writing

Well I don’t think that I

Can take this anymore,

When I’m lying here again

On the kitchen floor,

With a drowning heart

And the bottles all dead,

And the countdown ringing

Echoes in my head.

Outside in the black night

Where the voices still ring,

Each one a bit louder

To mask out everything,

But later much later

Beneath blankets they crawl,

In stuporous dreaming

Denying the fall.

And when the Sun comes around

See the time’s just the same,

Don’t reach too deep inside

To find someone to blame,

Close your eyes to the day

And hold on to the night,

Keep the cellar door locked

And the demons out of sight.

Well I don’t think that I

Can take this anymore,

When I’m lying here again

On the kitchen floor,

With a drowning heart

And the bottles all dead,

And the countdown ringing

Echoes in my head.

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020

Return to Dust

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creative, lyrics, poems, poetry, Relationships, Return to Dust, time, verse, writing

It’s a slow parade

That passes through this town,

Faces hung so low

On every one a frown,

It’s a darker night

Than those we knew before

Still wind still so cold

No breath behind the door.

 

Can’t write the future

Won’t even try,

Can’t change the past

Was born to this,

Came here staring up

Towards the sky,

Soon found my feet

Forgot the kiss.

 

Learned how to wander

Far from the place,

It all began

And how I lost,

My sense of time

My sense of space,

And felt my fire

Turn to frost.

 

Grew so soft inside

A thicker skin,

My wisdom died

Upon the bough,

And those who came

Would not come in,

My amber heart

It kept them out.

 

It’s a slow parade

That passes through this town,

Faces hung so low

On every one a frown,

It’s a darker night

Than those we knew before

Still wind still so cold

No breath behind the door.

 

Can’t write the future

Won’t even try,

Can’t change the past

Was born to this,

Came here staring up

Towards the sky,

Soon found my feet

Forgot the kiss.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020

 

Passing Cars

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creative, faith, Friends, Life, lyrics, Passing Cars, poems, poetry, Relationships, verse, writing

All this will end

And you’ll forget me,

Not what I’d hoped

But how it will be,

All this will go

Like clouds in Summer

What once was real

Now just a number.

 

Spent half our lives

In passing cars

Our faces pressed

Against the glass

Down long dark roads

In search of light

 

Parade ourselves

In colours bold

Or shades of grey

The mirror’s call

A brief sojourn

Along the way

 

All this will end

And you’ll forget me,

Not what I’d hoped

But how it will be,

All this will go

Like clouds in Summer

What once was real

Now just a number.

 

Aim for the crash

That shakes us free

A roadside fall

Into the arms

Of someone else

We pray will see

The road like us

 

And some we’ll leave

Along the way

And some will burn

Like dying stars

And some we’ll wish

Had stayed awhile

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020

 

Hanging On

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creative, Hanging On, lyrics, music, poems, poetry, verse, writing

Blue lights flashing 

In the dead of the night

What have you done?

Oh, what have you done?

See inside though

The blinds are drawn

Keep it all in

Yes, keep it all in.

 

And we’re all hanging on

Hanging on by a thread

Hoping that it’s strong enough

To hold ’til morning comes.

 

Words like knives hang

High above our heads

Hide them so well

We hide them so well,

‘Til the tempers flare

And hearts bleed out

What did we mean?

Oh, what did we mean?

 

And up the stairs

All our monsters freed

Can’t hold them now

No, can’t hold them now,

And rage cuts cold

As deep as the fear

Can’t take it back

Can’t take it back now.

 

And we’re all hanging on

Hanging on by a thread

Hoping that it’s strong enough

To hold ’til morning comes.

 

Blue lights flashing 

In the dead of the night

What have you done?

Oh, what have you done?

Voices silent

In the dead of the night

What have we done?

Oh, what have we done?

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020

 

Islands

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creative, Islands, lyrics, poems, poetry, Relationships, verse, writing

Put out the flame

Because I did not feel the cold

Didn’t think that I

Would ever need it again

Never thought the Winter

Would fall so hard

 

Watched the horses fly

Flailing tails in the night

Kept my hands to me

Tight-lipped choices

Deep within my pockets

Dressed again in white

 

So come with me, stay with me

These bridges I burned

Will never be built again,

Run with me, sing with me

Your voice on the wind

Is all that I need

 

Lay down in the water

Like you once told me to do

Didn’t feel the currents move and

Wash me out to sea

Hands upon my shoulders

Take me down again

 

So come with me, stay with me

These bridges I burned

Will never be built again,

Run with me, sing with me

Your voice on the wind

Is all that I need

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020

 

Something Better

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creative, disappointment, hope, Life, Love, lyrics, poems, poetry, Regret, Relationships, Something better, verse, writing

She hoped for something better,

She hoped for something more,

More than just a letter,

And petals on the floor.

 

Killed hours behind the window,

Lost days before they came,

Gave away her heart’s glow,

For moments all the same.

 

She thought he’d set her free,

And dream the dreams she did,

She pours a cup of tea,

But never lifts the lid.

 

She waits upon the sofa,

And lays awake at night,

For sleep to take her far,

So far away from sight.

 

But real love lives in moments,

The ones you give away,

And no-one knows the lengths she goes

To make it through the day.

Real love lives in other’s hearts,

Behind the melting eye,

And no-one knows the lengths she goes,

To lock away each sigh.

 

She hoped for something better,

She hoped for something more,

More than just a letter,

And petals on the floor.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2019

 

Cover It Up

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Cover it up, creative, lyrics, Mask, poems, poetry, Truth, verse, writing

You cover it up,

You cover it all,

Cover it all so well,

But I’ve got scars,

Scars no-one can see,

No mask that I can hold.

 

You paint it on,

Paint it for the world,

Foundation for the age,

But I can see,

Pain beneath the skin,

That ties you to the chair.

 

You wear it well,

Wear it like a badge,

That screams ‘I do belong’,

But I can taste,

Fear upon your lips,

Regret behind your smile.

 

You hold your gaze,

Window seat again,

Remember every part,

But all the words,

All the words I wrote,

Tie hands and feet in knots.

 

You cover it up,

You cover it all,

Cover it all so well,

But I can see,

See behind your veil,

All that you long to be.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2019

 

Heart Out

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creative, Depression, emotion, isolation, lyrics, poems, poetry, Rap, verse, writing

When words like fire,

Burn into my soul,

I lose myself,

Can’t seem to keep control,

Intentions hang,

From a gallows pole,

And love is blurred,

Eyes blackened by kohl.

 

When reasons fail,

Feelings pushed aside,

Leaves a bitter taste,

Where something died,

And all the things,

That we ever shared,

Broken shattered,

Like no-one cared.

 

Though it tears my heart out,

You know it tears my heart out,

Every day.

Yes it tears my heart out,

Nails it to an old tree,

For you to wear.

 

When shadows fall,

On the bleeding ground,

And voices scream,

Without a sound,

And days all merge,

An unholy night,

The black dog howls,

Drowns out the light.

 

When silence rings,

Like a broken bell,

And four walls hold you,

Like a cell,

And all the things,

That you ever said,

Come back to life,

Inside your head.

 

Though it tears my heart out,

You know it tears my heart out,

Every day.

Yes it tears my heart out,

Nails it to an old tree,

For you to wear.

 

When the ghosts you thought,

You’d lain to rest,

Grow stronger now,

Within your chest,

And the visions that,

You thought were dead,

Echo louder now,

Inside your head.

 

When words like fire,

Leave a bitter track,

There’s no way out,

And no way back,

And all the time,

We’d tried to change,

There’s no chance now,

To rearrange.

 

Though it tears my heart out,

You know it tears my heart out,

Every day.

Yes it tears my heart out,

Nails it to an old tree,

For you to wear.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2018

 

Like I Do

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Humanity, lyrics, poems, poetry, verse

Show me,

I want you to show me,

Hold me,

I want you to hold me,

I want you to teach me,

How you feel.

 

Touch me,

I want you to touch me,

Tell me,

I want you to tell me,

I want you to show me

What you’ve seen.

 

I wish I could see,

I wish I could see,

I wish I could see

Things like you do,

I wish I believed,

I wish I believed,

I wish I believed

In things like you.

 

Take me,

I want you to take me,

Fill me,

I want you to fill me,

I want you to let me

See such things.

 

Feel me,

I want you to feel me,

Grow me,

I want you to grow me,

I want you to make me

Live in you.

 

I wish I could see,

I wish I could see,

I wish I could see

Things like you do,

I wish I believed,

I wish I believed,

I wish I believed

In things like you.

 

Hear you,

I wish I could hear you,

Feel you,

I wish I could feel you,

I wish I could know the

Things you know.

 

Know you,

I wanted to know you,

Hold you,

I wanted to hold you,

I wanted to show you

All I know.

 

I wish you had seen,

I wish you had seen,

I wish you had seen

Things like I do,

I wish you believed,

I wish you believed,

I wish you believed

In things like me.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2018