I like to think, I wonder
what chains, old, big or small
between me and tomorrow,
that will pull. Me? Away.
Nochrisis
picture
Day 1095, workplace.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Harsh light comes from outside
leaving the darkness in corners.
My workspace is well lit,
I have the time for this
just have to get the tools.
Day 1094, the airport.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The airport routine
strangers, showing of there own lifes
going away from you, never met
while you stand, still not for them.
Nochrisis
Day 1093, perspective.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I turn around, look
twist my head, adjust
my perspective is, of
or do I misunderstand.
Nochrisis
Day 1092, lines i control.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My power lines are taken away
now I must wait,
gone is my control
it is getting dark, I am useless without.
Nochrisis
Day 1087, purpose.
Day's pictures, Poetry
For the last time the room closes its door
to forget what was and stay
and remember for you its purpose
Nochrisis
Day 1086, bright.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Randomly ordered objects
forgotten purposes
exposed in bright lost daylight
Nochrisis
Day 1084, mine.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Waiting alone.
In this man-made building,
that is now mine.
Nochrisis
Day 1082, Cold mountains.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Life, thinly spread out in the valleys of white mountains and dark soil.
The loneliness here is in its nature close when the silence takes you.
And the cold coming from the mountains gives you a harsh calm.
Nochrisis
Day 1078, innocent.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A heritage sunken in darkened clouds
grabs my roots to anchor me underneath
to never see the sky innocent
Nochrisis
Day 1077, fear.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Begging to a wall, cornered
a mighty force, storms in my world
past on anger still spills, from its wounds
Nochrisis
Day 1076, water colors.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A big table with thousands of beautiful colors
where time slows down, stands still and looks at you
at the fantasy that forms by a vibrant mind
Nochrisis
Day 1075, 1976.
Day's pictures, Poetry
My thoughts from when I was four
to get the paint on my hands
and never get it off
Nochrisis
Day 1069, once upon a time.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When there was nothing, not even time.
Two dimensions touched, caught in each other’s eye.
A first quantity quivered, and time waved out
pulling with it all that would exist.
Nochrisis
Day 1064, drain.
Day's pictures, Poetry
A compressed mood.
A smile, it goes well, meanwhile
drained, by life, it almost spills, over the edge
it tries to spoil, like a faint memory, a faraway drip
It’s there but not, I will feel fine
I am fine, the burden drains.
Day 1061, event horizon.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Two worlds recede
the vacuum feeds
pulls two masses
back into
the event
horizon
Nochrisis
Nochrisis 