November2013

I Love You

I Love You Christopher Denq ~2009 I hate ever myself so I really do, indeed I try and try my hardest But I can’t seem to succeed I tell myself I could win But it hasn’t done anything I still cannot walk up to you And the news I did…

Tree

Tree Christopher Denq ~2009 The air around freezes As frost makes its lair But no matter how cold Still, it is there The wind howls proudly With evil does it blare But not matter how loud Still, it is there Some people come over And at the bark they tear…

That Broken Canvas

++++++++++“I’ve done it! Come, witness my greatest canvas in color!” A small group of men and women – some in suits, others in eccentric baggy clothing – slowly surrounded my voice. Like black ravens, the businesspeople hovered above my head, looking down with more demean than assessment. The brown pigeons…

Marionette’s Morning

The scent of hyacinths, like a fresh, spring mist, floats in from the window; the South Wind, washing through the room, drifts in from the fireplace – damp and useless from the morning shower. The early frost and cold push their way through the covers of my blanket: my candles,…

Marionette

++++++++++He slept in the tinder box crafted by his master – that old, old case. ++++++++++As the lid slid into place, all he could dream of, all he could think of, was contracted in that same sadness puppets contract – that same sorrow sought from the eyes of an old…

My Poem

My Poem Christopher Denq ~2008 NOTE: Highlight the entire poem for a special surprise! My poem is the absolute great-est Since the invention of the wheel, You wouldn’t think so; I’ve guessed Uranium and gunpowder deal People say its horrible and lame Crafts of the air and crafts of the…

Pointless

Pointless Christopher Denq ~2009 Last night, while tossing in my sleep I woke with the strangest idea I dreamt me charging forth the plains Screaming out, “For Narnia!” I ran forward, just as the weather darkened The sweet grass turned to frost From the trees, green was lost And the…

A New Dawn

A New Dawn Christopher Denq ~2009 I used to tend to notice girls, Indifferent about the world around They only cared from their work And the school in which they were bound I used to chase after girls Ones who spoke only when needed And after seeing such girls I…

Tankas and Limmericks

Tanka I 2009 I dislike Tankas They’re too short for anything And still I’m thinking Of writing one just for fun Oh, aren’t Tankas just lovely? Limerick I 2009 I am a man who hates things From the ground to that bird that sings Oh no! It heard! Ouch! Stupid…

Inner Beauty

Inner Beauty Christopher Denq ~2008 Where does beauty truly lie? Within the heart, not by the eye The eye deceives and the eye is blind It is the soul where answers you’ll find Not to search beyond look; a disgrace The beauty within, not a face But what is beauty?…

The Original Sin

The original sin was conception. My mother birthed me into a nation of bellicose radicals and extremists, so I grew up as a bellicose radical and extremist. Everything I did was governed by supervision–stern, hard supervision–, so I had no choice but to follow the dictums of dictatorship. It was…

Empty

Empty Christopher Denq ~2008 You peer into my eyes, An empty sea of darkness You glance at my smile, A fake expression lining my mouth You look at my shoulders, Weighed down by the burden meant for ten people You feel my hands, A frozen landscape of emptiness You reach…

Hate

Hate Christopher Denq ~2009 This world is filled with hate Why go upon to add to it? Hate against life Hate against death Hate against green Hate against breath Hate against the sun The moon, the stars Why are you so steady In the way you are? Hate against music…

Woe

In quiet mourn, married I woe tonight And the clock that tarries sad hours long Hard rain constricts heart chambers tight And depresses breath short for song For when shall I see her future hence? In lost adore, to maintain such keep Aye, now drowned in her cold absence I…

I Used to Dream of a Girl

I Used to Dream of a Girl Christopher Denq ~2009 I used to dream of a girl One so fantastical and bright She could dance and sing Oh, she’d be my delight I used to dream her so clever Smart as no other can be Her intellect outwitted all others’…

Alone

Alone Christopher Denq ~2008 Alone I trudge the world’s ground Alone I hide from the sun’s day Alone I suffer from this rebound Alone I am, and alone I’m to stay Alone I wonder what happiness be Alone I mourn all I have lost Alone I try from this to…

Those Three Boring Words

Those Three Boring Words Christopher Denq ~2009 The same old three words: Funny, pretty, and smart Are so boring And shouldn’t be used to start A conversation between you and her One that may decide A future holding promise Don’t let that die… It’s too simple, too cliched And doesn’t…