January2014

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Untitled Christopher Denq 2010 I lost everything I owned in a fire. Ashes were the only thing that remained to whisper a story of the past. Hating, I locked the door to myself. I had trusted only to be burned, but that would never happen again. I threw the key…

A Flower Story

A Flower Story Christopher Denq 2010 The yellow flowers dance to the wind of the air. Their petals are light and open, relaxing as the pre-noon sun warms the world. The shade of their gold strikes me as majestic – never have I seen a yellow so sad. An insidious…

Talk: A Flower Story

“The yellow flowers sway in the wind. Their petals are open to the warming, pre-noon sun. The color of their petals amazes me – never have I seen a yellow so sad. The flower’s decay and death is gradual, but certain. The flowers know that they are going to die;…

A Tear Story

A Tear Story Christopher Denq 2010 The blue shade of salty tears are nothing compared to my grief. While others cry because of unpleasant things, I cry for my pleasure. Unlike others who mourn for their loss, I mourn for my gain. They hope for a miracle, I scorn a…

Talk: A Blood Story

“The color of blood is the most beautiful in all the world. A rich red… a drop of blood slides down the back of my arm. My wrist is cut – the cut resembling a necklace of red beads and the beads being more drops of blood that have yet…

A Blood Story

A Blood Story Christopher Denq 2010 The color of blood is the most beautiful in all the world. A rich scarlet crimson… a ruby tear slides down the back of my arm. My wrist has a necklace of cardinal beads; an ornate hand dresses in the most expensive red habiliments….

I Fell for You

I Fell for You Christopher Denq 2010 I laid on the floor, hands subdued Felt a pain that raced on through Each second felt death renewed Laid there with my hands subdued Lacked the will to breath imbue Forced coughs were overdue Opened eyes saw the truth Real blood stained…

The Flower’s Endeavor

The Flower’s Endeavor Christopher Denq 2010 Wander the forest, trees that tower And upon the ground, I, a flower It stands tall, filled with splendor Stem thick, petals are tender Wow! How beautiful it did gleam! Like a gem perched in a dream But then I think the process how…

Boats

Boats Christopher Denq 2010 I built a boat, ever large And started out sailing I drove with all my might And yet I kept failing Cause in my mind You keep showing I try to forget But you keep coming So I realized Where am I going? I love you…

Mutual

AWARD: INTERNATIONAL RECOGNITION International Who’s Who in Poetry Division III Nominee Published in Talent July 2011 Photos FOREWORD: A very old poem I wrote about a friend. I stumbled upon International Who’s Who in Poetry and submitted it. POETRY TEXT: Mutual Christopher Denq 2010 The chair you sit on when your legs…

Suicidal Thoughts

Suicidal Thoughts Christopher Denq 2010 A cold sweat broke from my forehead and slid down my cheek. My arms were wrapped around my knees – I was in the fetal position, but had no idea why. Some inner sense had detected fault, but I had nothing else to rely on…

Midnight Diaries Entry 5

I am in trance. She’d just had her birthday celebration, and there was no better feeling of the night than seeing her in a cherry crimson dress. Ai, but I jump too quickly. Let’s start from the beginning. ~  ~    ~   ~    ~ ~~      …

Talk: Midnight Diaries Entry 4

The indecision from Midnight Diaries: Entry 3 warps into something darker now–a dark realization. Translation: I outwards claim closure, though in my heart I know it not be true. I have wished to move on for so long now that I cannot wish for anything anymore. Thoughts of her are…

Midnight Diaries Entry 4

I profess closure. And while with all my heart’s strength I yearn the damn thing, I cannot help but doubt my own ability to yearn. Of her, my runaway thoughts are like droplets of crystalized caramel—sweet to believe but unable to be tasted. Occasionally, rogue sights of her make all…

Talk: Midnight Diaries Entry 3

I wrote this about two weeks after I had finished the second entry. I spent the time trying desperately for closure (finals were coming up); this entry speaks of what happened. Though this is written in a style commonly reserved for Notes/Verses instead of Entries, I found it more appropriate…

Midnight Diaries Entry 3

There’s always a scintilla of poison left behind, no matter how thoroughly one cures a memory-wound. While taken in small amounts, it seeps into your veins benign and ineffective, but should it accumulate in horrendous amounts, hearts burst and minds deteriorate. A love insanity, so to speak, and it was…

This is My World…

This is My World… Christopher Denq 2010 There is a still wind in the air Silent and eerie Trees bend o’er with shade Limp dead and weary Always it be eternal night Dark and death void The area is doomed Barren and destroyed Nothing swims in the water Nothing grows…

Midnight Diaries Entry 2

In but a daze we went, my mind and I; for but a second, we two stumbled into the evening air. There was a strange feeling, being there—existing then in that fraction of a time—to be so lost in a school so familiar, so uncomfortable in a morning home I’d…

Midnight Diaries Entry 1

The innocence in no-nonsense play is something I remember. In the fifth grade, my tiny self followed a tiny heart that beat open admiration in precocious amounts. He seemed so carefree, that fool. In open admiration he rejoiced everything, but in secret adoration he loved but one person. Puppy love—I…

Step Forward

Step Forward Christopher Denq 2010 Towards the Darkness, I do venture My mind is lost within With no direction, I do follow No idea when it’ll begin My soul has been shadowed Tainted with pain It’s locked up inside There it’ll remain It pounds at my heart But I cannot…