David Chap Bottoms

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Tainted dreams
Restless nights
Racing thoughts
Tiring days
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I escape into my mind
While this world around me crumbles
My knuckles bloodied and my clothes stained
I close my eyes as my body rages
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The room is still,
The walls quietly creek with the stillness of my breath.
The bright screen illuminating my face,
Eyes glued to quite moving pictures.
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The heart is weighed on such strong emotions
The mind is weighed on sound logic and decisions
The soul is weighed on moral choices and faith
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The desolate desert, the untameable forest, the merciless sea.
A solitary man hovers over this vast landscape.
Three terrors clashed together, hiding secrets and nightmares.
His eyes dart frantically back and forth, unable to move or speak.
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Mind worn away
Body aches and groans
Hunger saps away every little bit of excess strength
With heavy boots scuffing the floor
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That day I asked you
Has burned into my memory
Now I ponder it all
All those years and final moments
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I wish some days I could remove my heart
Just dig into my chest and throw it away
Shed away my pain and despair
I know that it sounds sad and depressing
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The air is humid on this dark night
Smell of gunpowder in the air
The bright flashes of light fill the sky
Thunderous booms echo in the night
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Every word I write down.
Or slip from my mouth.
Are grasped out of my mind.
A massive jumble of words and letters.
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At the end of my days I retire to my room
A daily routine that I have made since I got here
I empty my pockets upon my desk and remove my uniform jacket
Throwing my beret upon my bed with a sigh
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I wake from these dreams in a cold sweet, memories of twinges and spasms through the night.
Visions i do not remember or comprehend, but they taunt me as I feel a pulling force from them.
Sometimes they enrage me, and others they bolster my resolve, but why?
If I can not understand them then why do I feel this wave of emotions and thoughts.
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Complications, heart ache and thoughts that dwell in me, whispering doubts and echoing encouragements.
Dripping like poison from their lips and floating like the sweet scent of lavender in the air.
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The heart weighs heavy, it builds the strength in me for what I endure.
The days like pelting rain against my skin.
Cold as ice, cutting straight to the bone, leaving the muscle numb as the skin burns. The look in my eyes is determination, filled with hope and dreams, the desire to accomplish what I feel to be true.
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It started out as something harmless
A hope to rekindle old ties
Someone to talk to again
To bring my mind at ease
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All this time on my hands
All these thoughts in my head
All these words I want to say
But to afraid to let them out
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Thoughts scream and screech
Clawing at walls with icy fingers
Sharpened teeth and poisoned breath
Skin gray and pale
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18.

The texture of the steering wheel is slick
Every wrinkle as different as the last
My mouth feels dry and the rythme in my chest erradict
Thoughts of words and scenarios buzzing through my mind
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Warm water pouring
Like veins, over pale skin
Flowing against muscle
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The heart swoons and aches,
mind a buzz with fancied thoughts.
Endless nights of restlessness,
dreams that roll like smoke behind glass.
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David Chap Bottoms Biography

I grew up in middle class suburbia with my father Guy W. Bottoms Sr. and my mother Denise S. Bottoms. I have a sister Katheryn Hall, and two brothers Jacob J. Bottoms and Guy W. Bottoms Jr. whom are all older than me. Ever since my education in middle school I started writing short poems and stories that explored my imagination and helped me deal with both harsh and pleasant times in my life. I never intended for any of my writing to be public at first, it meant more to me as a source of reflection and release. Many people in my life, both friends and family, began to read some of my most recent work and to my surprise really enjoyed it. Not solely because they wanted to be supportive but in earnest interest of my writings. At first I was cautious of taking their advice to publish some of my works to magazines and internet sights, I felt to self conscious of what others might say or think. So after much thought and consideration I decided I wanted a online data base where I could store what I wrote and so that those who supported me could read all of my new works.)

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Nothing Left

Tainted dreams
Restless nights
Racing thoughts
Tiring days
Painful mornings
Little hope
Covered emotions
Fake smiles
Forced laughs
Lonely weeks
Small chances
Just faded
Nothing left

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