Tag: poetry

The extraordinary

The Extraordinary 

A field of grass rolling like a sea, a single flower blooms, bright yellow, a sunflower it does seem.
Is it lost as it stands alone?
Is it a sign?
A symbols of beauty that can exist when we only see the common or ordinary, but look at the extraordinary 

©️Chris Chonos

Through Time

I’m back, I had to write and wanted to share if only for the briefest of moments.

Through Time

Passing days at a feverish pitch
Mind a blur, head a stir
Ups and and downs
Mind tossed around
Distress is found
With no reason or rhyme- I quickly fight with time
Why?
Why?
Why?
I don’t know, a mystery to me wrapped in illusions
No fore gone conclusions
Still I search 
Seeking the sign
For these thoughts in my mind
Quickly passing through time

©️Chris Chonos

Hidden Tears

Hidden Tears

As rain falls from the darkened sky, I to do cry; with no visible tears, but they do fall.

---falling, no one to wipe them away, drenching my soul, on my heart take a heavy toll, but I will march on.

March on, keep them hidden away for I know; and hope for a brighter day.

©️Chris Chonos

A Fog

A Fog

Confusion sets in, zig zags my mind it drags. 
--catching up
--getting lost
Fog sets in, settles low, as my confusion does grow
Find the the path, find a direction
--for god sakes make a selection
Mind goes where it wants to now, don’t ask me, I don’t know how
But this path I will take, the best of it I will make

©️Chris Chonos

(Dark Days Series) Ugly Feelings

Ugly Feelings

Deepening wounds within I feel; cracks, crevices, broken foundation; the feeling the strangest sensations. Falling to pieces and know it is true, worse is the feeling knowing there is nothing I can do. Just crumble down and fall as if a building of age; falling and flailing in fits of rage. 
No recovery seems near or within my sight these ugliest feelings I try to fight,  to end this feeling welling up inside; these feelings I have from everyone I hide.  So to my cavern I climb away, maybe I will or won’t see the next day. Desperation it seems to well in my brain for I know I must be insane.
Take these device that I did befriend, let them be my end; but thoughts linger to the brighter days and friends and family who I know I would hurt with the actions I intended to undertake, with this thought I decision I make.
Fight to the end make it through I will, with these happier thought my heart I do fill. But dark days are never faraway and so I make sure I say ‘I love me’ every single day.

©Chris Chonos

My Morning

My Morning

The work day begins at the wake of an alarm, annoying alarm; waking me up from a deep slumber, so out of bed I do lumber.
Clicking of the dogs as they jump from the bed, look at them and say ‘come on’ as I shake my weary head. Water and food; time out is what you need before I feed; they follow along
Make the coffee, caffeine will shake this blur as around the kitchen I stir...day is ready to begin as as I take a sip as that gifted juice does slip past my lip.
©️Chris Chonos