I'm a dreamer that grew up in small towns in Arkansas. I write as a form of therapy under the alias Chris Newlash. My poems are usually to remove internal negativity and make it artistic and external. My mind seems to want to run away from itself. Some of these poems I wrote at 11 years old, all the way to my current age, so they vary greatly. I'm in college now and I'm becoming a much better writer. I just can't bring myself to delete some of these poems that are mediocre at best because of their sentimental value, and they represent my journey and growth as a student of poetry. I hope that you find something that speaks to you, and I would prefer any constructive criticism to be sent through private messaging.
Really, thank you for reading, I appreciate it.
Angel statues frozen in time,
As you hear a wedding chime,
Hearing the preacher mumble,
Faces of the statue crumble.
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Take my own life end it all.
Will you catch me when I fall?
On my hand and knees I crawl.
No longer standing big and tall.
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Wind me up and watch me go,
Play me like a piano,
Touch and play every key,
Press down the ivory.
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I'm sane, I'm insane,
I'm extra, I'm plain,
I'm this, I'm that,
I'm skinny, I'm fat,
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Shutup I can't listen anymore.
Be quiet, don't slam the door.
So many times, I have said:
'Stop, screaming, voices in my head'
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