Open Door

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creative, loss, Love, nostalgia, Open door, poems, poetry, Relationships, verse, writing

Walk through that open door

And I’ll pretend that I

Have never seen you before,

Your chestnut hair it frames

Scattered days upon the floor

Makes me think of distant times,

And all the things I never owned

Like fire and hope and love

Your voice sweet in the blackbird’s song,

A heart, a ring and other things

That lay like flowers

Their tears upon the winter ground,

Footsteps through the morning dew

And in my stolen dreams

Each moment brings me back to you,

Makes me think of silent days

Your eyes behind my eyes

And all the joy you ever saw,

I’ll cut away the creeping vines

And I’ll pretend that I

Am worthy of your gifts

If you’d walk through

That open door.

 

© 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

 

Animal

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Alcohol, Animal, creative, Dependency, Depression, poems, poetry, verse, writing

Take a deep breath and hold it now

Going down and going under,

The dark won’t drown the animal

The cold won’t freeze us where we fall.

Reach your hands out in the darkness

Knees worn right down to the bone,

Cast your words out on the altar

Take your comfort in the silence.

Drink in the brown drink in the gold

Distractions from the howling dog,

All the things that never killed you

Only served to keep you here.

See the shadows portents looming

Climbing blindly in the stairwell,

Animal upon your shoulder

Inside your head won’t let you down.

Take a deep breath and hold it now.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020

 

Summer Died

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creative, Longing, loss, Love, Memory, nostalgia, poems, poetry, Relationships, Remember, Summer, verse, writing

I remember the hurt

When the Summer died,

And words fell worn like leaves

The look in your eyes,

Oh, I remember the fall

The hole in your eyes,

Silhouettes on gallows

Against the sky.

 

And I would walk, walk with you

Beyond the edges

Beyond the fringe

Live  all your secrets

If you want me to,

And I would dance, dance for you

To a silent tune

Played by your heart

Run with your shadows

If you asked me to.

 

And I would love, love you still

Beyond the words

Beyond the lips

Hold you forever

If you needed me to,

And I would leave, leave for you

When the air was dead

And nothing rhymed

If you asked me to.

 

I remember the hurt

When the Summer died,

And words fell worn like leaves

The look in your eyes,

Oh, I remember the fall

The hole in your eyes,

Silhouettes on gallows

Against the sky.

 

But if you’d stay, stay for me

Just a moment

A moment more

I’d turn these tears to wine

If you asked me to.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020

 

Second Skin

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creative, loss, Love, poems, poetry, Regret, Relationships, Second skin, verse, writing

But does he hold you in the night

Like I held you in the night

With his body laying next to yours

Like a second skin?

And does he kiss away your tears

As if they were his own

To leave you feeling pure and whole

Like I tried to do?

And when the darkness falls so hard

Is the hand you reach for mine

Although the only one you find

Belongs to him not I?

And does he hold you in the night

Like I did once before

And does he tell you all the things

I used to say to you?

And does he mean the world to you

Like you still do to me

With silent words that speak so loud

Just like a second skin?

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020

 

Grave Lands

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creative, Grave lands, poems, poetry, Relationships, verse, writing

I’ll race you to the Grave Lands

And meet you by the stones

Count the markers where they stand

The flesh we never knew

Dance like the glass is empty

Sand all turned to dust

Wonder at the names that stuck

Like tar upon our shoe

I’ll see you in the shadows

Your touch upon the stone

Drink your thoughts before they fall

And be with you in dreams

I’ll race you to the Grave Lands

And lay with you in dirt

Count the markers where they stand

And know we’ll be again.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020

 

Undone

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Communication, creative, Depression, Insecurity, poems, poetry, Undone, verse, writing

I’ll carve marks into my skin

And hope that you can see

Trust the cold wind with my name

To show where I have been,

Throw my arms out open wide

Watch red skies turn to black

Cry lost flowers wilt and die

To show you what’s inside,

I’ll leave words upon the shelf

Beneath the dust they’ll die

Hear the voices on the breeze

Whisper someone else,

All the things I left undone

Freeze the hands as they spin

Then slip between the covers

And vanish with the sun.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020

 

Some Days

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creative, Darkness, Depression, pain, poems, poetry, Some days, verse, writing

Some days

It is difficult just to lift 

My head

From the pillow;

Impossible to raise

My thoughts from the depths

In which they lie.

Some days

The strain to place one foot in front

Of the

Other aches hard;

Pain that sears like fire

Pain that leaves no scar

That you can see.

Some days

Each breath is like the very last

In bursts

Not short nor sweet;

Sucked in without my will

Chest that rises still

Then falls once more.

Some days

There are no words justs sounds that bleed

Behind

My hollow eyes;

Some days.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020

 

Raw

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creative, Life, Love, Open, poems, poetry, Raw, Relationships, verse, writing

Never really wanted much

From the world,

Or anything from you

But your love,

Never tried to take those things

That I saw,

Or anything that I

Didn’t need.

A smile was all I wanted

To ever see,

A smile on every face

From the heart,

Some may never notice me

As I pass by,

But I was here behind

The mirror glass.

Never really wanted much

To belong,

Perhaps never truly meant

For this world,

But I was here awhile and

You’ll forget,

And the writing on the wall

Will always fade.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020

 

Copper Sky

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Communication, Copper sky, creative, faith, Love, poems, poetry, Relationships, verse, writing

Follow me,

I’ll follow you,

Follow you down

Through the leaf lattice lanes

The cold-pressed, silken steel streets

To the banks of the stream

That washed us down from

Our mother’s arms to the wailing sea,

From the copper sky

I’ll draw your scent

Etched by the march of blistered feet

And calloused hands that worked the soil

Tilled the earth like a worshipped wife

Wait for late summer’s heat-haze splendor

To draw the wheat from the chaff

And bask in your wonder,

Come with me,

I’ll come with you,

Come with you

Past the flowing fields of wheat

The fragrant factory towers whose breath

Like a fire pumps in and out

Resting our beating heart rhythm

With the solitude of its own,

From the verdant trees

I’ll catch your eye

Watch the silver scenes dance between

The gnarled bark faces of the ancients

And the heavy hung hands that drape

Hang low kissing the emerald glade

That washes like the ocean

To carry you home,

Follow me,

I’ll follow you,

Follow you down

Past the marble-cold faces

That press against the window panes

Their eyes imploring you to stay

Like the weeds between the pavement cracks

That fade with winter’s song,

From the copper sky

I’ll catch your glow

And feel its burn beneath my skin

Its warmth awakening the seeds

Which slumber safe in earthen beds

Their dreams contented like cot-held babies

But wanting always to bask

Once more in you.

 

© All original writing copyright Chris Nelson 2000-2020