The clockwork metamorphosis
By: Kristopher
Dues ex machina
As if life could be that
Simple
The change formed in
Cog and gears
Shifting with the passage of
Time
The pendulum
Slowly come to default
Where it was before the
Price of existence
To change
The irony
We are born without
Fear
We live with
Fear
We die without
But the machine keeps
Moving
Steadfast and ever changing
Leaving us behind
Dues ex machina
She…
By: Kristopher Elliott
She is a breathless
Wind
The calm before
Storm
Patchy glow of
Fireflies
Dancing in the
Air
Oh how she glows
And I can wander
Forever
Just to know that she
Exists
But I see her now
Standing there
And all I can think to do
Is pass her by
Because nothing I can say
Will depict her
Beauty
Right then and there
And in this moment
I’ll have her
Today tomorrow forever
In this moment
I’ll remember
Today tomorrow forever
And continue
Smiling
The Perdition City
By: Kristopher Elliott
I write today
Because I feel like writing
Because I need to write something
I feel like
I am
Dragging my knuckles
Across a paved interstate
Leading to a perdition city
Grains caught between the gaps
Loosely packed in like immigrants
To a new world
Mirroring the idea of what was
Left behind
From
What’s still to come?
The unknown scares me at time
Scares me to the point where all I can thing to do
Is
Laugh
I’m cleaning the dust
Blood off
My hands
Because I have arrived
Only to find
The world I have come too
Just like the one
I left
many years ago….
Passive agitator
By: Kristopher Elliott
We need to talk…
We need to talk…
We need to talk…
…
…
…
…
FUCK YOU FRIEND
THIS IS
MY VOICE
MY REASON
MY CONTEMPT
MY ANGUISH
MY RAGE
MY PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE
FISTING LESSON FOR YOUR
SOUL
AND I CHOSE TO BE SILENT FOR SO LONG?
WELL, GUESS WHAT?
THE SILENCE IS OVER
OPEN YOU’RE FUCKING EARS
HEAR THE WORDS TYPED ON THIS PAGE
AND LISTEN TO MY REASON
A REASON BY ANYOTHER
IS MENIGLESS
WATCHING THE SENSLESS
DAUGHTER FUCKING
THREE FLOORS UP
I WONDER IF SHE IS
BITTING INTO THE
PILLOW
YET
MISS AMERICA
AND
DADDY REPUBLICRAT
HMMMMMMMM
THEN AGAIN
FUCK THEM BOTH
THEY DESERVE EACH OTHER
SORRY
I JUST WANTED TO
THROW WORDS AT A
WALL
BUT I WAS ALL OUT OF SPAGETTIE
AND ABORTION
LEFT OVERS
SO FUCKING DEAL!
Is it over yet?
The Man, the Victim, and then Me
The wind
Whispered to me
Tells me to turn around
It
A woman is dragged
Into an ally
They are just silhouettes
From a street lamp
I nervously
Shifted my way
To the entrance
He has over taken her
Under a flickering light
Is this the city?
My camera is up
And clicking away
My eyes
Feel blood shot
I feel…
Rage
I make my way
Grabbing a loose brick
She is lifeless
Starring off into space
As I club him
There is a lot of red
She isn’t moving
A knife in her chest
I take the knife
Snap a shot
She looks so
Innocent
I shut her eyes
Then cut his throat
Take a picture
I leave
I don’t think I need
The pills
Anymore…
The Stupid Dream… Bitter Truth
By: Kristopher Elliott
A cool summer’s breeze
Hanging over this
White picket fence
To a walk way of a
Beautiful single family
Home
Wife and two kids
A dog
Possibly a cat
The lingering shadow
From a halogen bulb
A TV dinner for one
In a single room
Apartment
A metal chain link fence
Confining space
Looming under
A drab overcast sky
Another lonely
Night...
Is it Wrong of Me?
By: Kristopher Elliott
Is it wrong of me
To steal a glance
To take you in
Moments at a time?
Is it wrong of me
To feel the way
I do, with you
Here and now?
Would it be
wrong
To tell you
I dream
Dream of the day
I no longer need
To keep this
Inside
To hold
Your hand
To feel
Your kiss
Tell me
Am I wrong
To feel this
About you?
Because for you
I would climb Everest
Just to tell
The world
For you…
I would
Do this
And only you
Just to see you
Smile…
giddy
Before you continue reading let me just say that this was something I have been working on for the last 3 weeks. I feel like it might need some work but I am satisfied with the out come of the message on this project. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I had writing it because this was something I feel like I needed to write. For my self and for those who want to understand who I am...
Singularity sq.
By: Kristopher Elliott
What can I
Tell you about
Singularity square
Other then
I’m the tenant
Who resides in
M 3
I call it home
Good foundation
A few cracks
Here and there
A good home
It took a while
To find my way
And it’s true what
They say
Home is where
The heart is
And I love it here
The people
Unique
And we all
Have a bond
That goes deeper
Then blood
During my path
To self realization
I settled here
And this is how
I got to know
Them…
M 4 – Elli the Muse
Elli
A woman of
Many talents
And it’s the passion
That drives her
To express
To show the world.
She does not
Say much
But when you see her
Art
Read her
Poetry
Hear her
Music
You just know…
And the massage
Is loud and clear
She tries to inspire
Encourage creativity
She once told me
“The greatest gift
I can give
To you all
Is to show you
A different
Kind of beauty
And hope
To break down
The barriers
Of seclusion
We all hide
Behind
And give you
The world…”
She then played me
Some music
A single tear
Rolled down
My cheek
Because it was then
That I understood
What she meant.
M 6 – Stephen the Abstract Tormented Thinker
He’s a bit crazy
At times
I find it hard
To take him
Seriously but
When I look back
At what he says
It makes sense.
He hates that state
Of the world
And wants to fix it
But feels like he
Has already failed
He had me over once
His living space
A mess
Articles of clothing
Papers and books
Strewed about
Haphazardly
He says there is
To much to worry about
So ignore it
His frustration
And anger
Is uncanny
But it translates
A lot differently
Because his frustration
And anger
Stems from this,
That he cares…
There is a lot of
Love in this man
But he dare
Not show it
But I know… and now so do you.
M 2 – Yusuru the man of Principle
I took time to
Under stand the teachings
Of Buddha
And Yusuru holds his principles
Dear
He mostly keeps to him self
Very quiet
But is always ready to listen
Or give advice
If you’re willing to hear it
He’s very cautious
Not to over step
His bounds
And respects the individual
Space
He looks happy
But in his eyes I can see
Turmoil
I asked if he needed an ear
But he just nodded
And said
“I am here to listen
And to dispense
Wisdom when ever
Needed.”
He is very close to the tenet
In M 5
They are both alike
In many ways.
Yusuru, if I could
Say one thing
To him
It would be this.
The past is the past
And I see a good man now
So smile
And mean it
For once…
You are a good man.
M 1 – Stephanie the Lover
Stephanie
She is a kind one
Wears her heart
On her sleeve
It’s actually quite
Obvious when
She has and interest
In something
I’ve seen her with
Her partners
Wondering about
She always looks
So…
Happy
I apologies for the
Brief pause
But I never understood
Why?
I’ve seen her crest fallen
And sometimes I think
She is wearing a
Mask.
We spoke briefly
The other day on
The elevator
“You must think I’m crazy
For being the way I am, but
I would be lying to my self
If I didn’t treat ever relationship
As if it was the last.
Why even try? If you want to fuck
Then fuck don’t pull on someone’s
Heart strings for a good time.
I give them all more credit then
That…”
It made sense…
She hugged me on
The way out
And there was a nurturing sense
Of warmth about her
She is a good person
Better then most
Because she is honest
With her self
And her partners.
M 5 – Elliot the Methodical Logical Thinker
Me and Elliot
Are old friends
We’ve been though a lot
We use to live by
Trial and error
But now take time,
Think things through
“Getting much
Too old to be doing
Stupid shit now.”
We drink on occasion
He says it help him
Silence his brain
“Too much going
On up there
And I’m going to
Lose it if I don’t get this
Beer down.”
I’m beginning to think
It’s just an excuse
He loves puzzles
And tinkering with
Things
Sometimes he gets
Confused
Tries to fix people
That’s probably why
He is such good friends
With Yuseru in M 2
What it boils down to
Is this.
He loves people
Reading them
Investigating social
And physical psychology
But at the same time
He is socially
Inept
He is lucky to have me
And the other tenant
And we are lucky to have him.
Epilogue – Singularity sq. and the Man in M 3
I guess all that’s left
Is me
The tenant in room M 3
My name
Kristopher Elliott
And for years
I lived here
And it wasn’t
Until I started writing
This that I got to know
Them
The other tenants
As I write this its Ellie’s
Hand that guides me
When I love, it’s Stephanie
Holding my heart
When I feel all the worlds
Shit bearing down on me
Steven gives it perspective
While Yusuru and Elliot
Calm me
And guide me
I have a lot of love
For my self now
And I hope you understand
My singularity and who I am
As a lover
A friend
An artist
And as a person
The tenant in room M 3
peaceful
