Christopher Thripp

To really love someone takes more then just a strong feeling. Loving someone means giving more than taking. Acknowledging that they are a blessing from up above. Showing them every moment

Like most human encounters the art of conversation is a nail biting experience. The mind dries nothing of interest to say \"goodbye\" seems the only intelligent word. \"so goodbye\"

Did you find traces of me? When you look, are my footprints there on your heart?Is my scent in your bed, on your body?Is my taste in your mouth?Do you hear my words, my laughter?Do you reach to touch

digging in my garden of demons i switch this program around i like the feeling of anger now swirling in me like a volcano... eruption lunges forward not suppressing it within the demon

laying here with you looking upon a cloudless sky wanting to feel your heart beating to our drum our visions are forward our past behind us a new progressive feel is in the air....

i feel your words wrapping around me like a warm blanket your eyes penetrate my inner sanctum... i have nothing to hide or fear from you i can smell the natural perfume of your skin your

once in a blue moon you find her the essesence of women i feel her presence upon me revealing the passion within she begs me to know of her but asks me for nothing i give myself to her

why fight this feeling... you captured my dreams... you made everything seem so real the concept of belief is having the trust in someones words i trusted your words with my heart and

loosening my belt complaining my back hurts dozing in front of the telly fetch my slippers dog \"woof \" i guess this is it my friends?

when a man puts one hand on his hip another against a wall and lowers his head in disgust... \"the tea pot pours\"

you can never excuse yourself from you... the memories from the past will always haunt your future never say \"i have lost\" for that would be wasted experience \"someone learned

living with thieves die by the sword

hello she said... i return with a compliment funny how gracious and civil we are now this would be almost pleasant if we didn\'t share each others lives politely we talk recounting

the shadows of an empty moon drains my sight weary of this venture i rest a while aching in my back taking it\'s toll peering into the dim light i try to see the shining stars that once

\"draga\" the open window of a new life is here awaiting you take the chance endure the sacrifices follow this through... \"te-vreau\"

in the rivan... divine illusions are dividing and breeding the night is young \"the night is ours\"

in the distant darkness the eyes of a raven looks alone on an empty world... \"you will find me there\"

i reside in your bossom of comfort keeping me from pain i am fenced in secure from the outside no breaches in these walls you keep me in a blanket wrapped up tight you feed me... humor

fragmented days and illusions content with forcasts of unstable places and lives... at a cost to all they suck the good and deliver the insanity of the bad... \"no news is good news\"

\"our entwined thoughts of paradise\" believing we serve a human power The illusion of our cozy inner sanctum is with us giving false signals and promises Our fate is not in our hands for

as my day progresses i stop and pause for a second and catch myself just smiling for no apparent reason... coming to my senses i look around to see if i have made a fool of myself... no one

1. me. my vision is hazy like foggy sun glasses my thoughts confused like mice within a crowd of people... \"capture this thought balance regained\" 2. you. when you capture