February2014

A Couple’s Perspective

A Couple’s Perspective Christopher Denq 2010 The bright morning had shined its glow pretentiously in my face. The great outdoors breathed a sigh of welcome – flowers sifted and started dancing, leaves jiggled with pride, having shaded yet another person. The large P.E. field grass swayed to an unheard rhythm,…

The Window Widow

The soft cover of darkness shaded the morning world in a gentle hush. Lights dimmed in symphony as sunset replaced the sun-filled sky. She retired in a solemnity not unknown to her desensitized gender. She sat by the window all her life, the way so many women ponder with wistfulness…

Verse IX 2010

Verse IX So pertinaciously have you adhered to a false belief. That be your own folly. Upon my vow – a great assurance I scream to the world – we are no longer respectable. There will be no relent, no mercy, no remorse. You are damned in my book; your…

Verse VIII 2010

Verse VIII I had hated you. A scathing anger would rise in my mind whenever your name was whispered. A scarlet flame would enkindle in my heart whenever I saw your face. I find myself disintegrating in my passion; to burn with infinite abhorrence and energy, this fire in my…

Verse VII 2010

Verse VII I recall my scathing dislike towards you. It shames me that I do. I had always thought of you tenderly in my heart, but that time was corrupted. I had hated to love you, simply put. You had killed me, and for your actions, I repay you with…

Midnight Diaries Entry 8

Tonight I am certain that my heart has found alasted peace. I can look forward and sideways but never backwards anymore when I look at her and when she looks at me. It was perhaps mutual all along—the indifference we bore in each other’s eyes—,but I care not for it…

Midnight Diaries Entry 7

I realized how pathetic a heart could truly be that day. Amidst some mindless lecture, I made the foolish judgement to eavesdrop on a conversation I knew I would not enjoy. Talk of dance and dance invitations crumpled in wads of excited speech behind the back of my head, and…

Talk: Midnight Diaries Entry 6

After fighting for dear sanity, my mind and I found temporarily relief. This is a recollection of a volunteer trip, in which several students and I went down to the border of Mexico and helped cook lunch for and attend to the elderly and disabled at a rehabilitation center. A…

Midnight Diaries Entry 6

And too fickle I’ve come to understand of my heart’s content. Were it have been a two months, perhaps I would be better at ease, but only two weeks into a period of temporary absence—only two weeks of not seeing her!—I’ve fallen quite suddenly for someone suddenly quite fall’n cute….

Untitled

Untitled Christopher Denq 2010 The winter hates the spring; the spring kills the winter. An eternal war that will never falter. The winter hates the spring, because the spring kills the winter. A reason is given instead of a blind loathing. The winter precedes the spring, for spring to follow…

Mistress and Traveler

It was Tuesday. She dined in an evening gown and an elegant feathered hat. All these pieces were stylishly refined in cut–not old, but not quite new either. She was, morning or evening, perfectly correct in dress; I had no doubt about it. Her whole existence seemed faultless, well timed…

The Pasta Haikus

The Pasta Haikus Christopher Denq 2010 The steaming pasta Its arrogant aroma Hits me in the face The strange utensil With a jagged-edged face It looks like a knife The mere confusion Eating pasta with a knife I sit there all day < < < < < <    …

Verse VI 2010

Verse VI There is a certain sorrow our kind experience — one that never relents, never surrenders, never leaves. Sorrow is always depression at its worst to us, the great killer of minds and social life; yes, sorrow is truly menacing in its own way. And yet, why do we…

Verses I-V 2010

Verse I Too long have I admired in silence. My inactivity was my own folly, for I have lost your heart to another. It is through this tender feeling that I find myself in pain: I assure my humanity, and thus, am I not inclined to hate you for inflicting…

Crescendo

Winter winds delight in winter atmosphere To revel great pride in cold sung glee While I was left alone with frozen cheer Harvesting nectar thoughts from frozen trees But ice sings sadness much too sincere Woebegone versions of happy symphony Her soft angelic voice numbs my ear A sound three…

Hills

Let us mount this hill and overlook the world – the world we had conquered. Let us relish in ephemeral glory, for there is none else left in the world. Whose to say we are victorious when victory is so brief? The greatest champions will fall to their knees before…

Sin

Sin Christopher Denq 2010 The world is against me. The sun may smile at me every morning but I know deep down in its core its thinking of my end. A strange glide of pain soothed my body. My hands were soaked in my own blood, replenishing the lost feeling…

A Poison Story

A Poison Story Christopher Denq 2010 I had finally gotten it. It laid in my hand, ever so innocently. I stared at my own bottle of poison with blithe – I wasn’t allowed to have it, yet I still grasped it. A strange and inexplicable urge took me to uncap…

A Teacher Story

A Teacher Story Christopher Denq 2010 A chair – thrall to its desk – awaits for my passing. The clock high upon the wall aches to tick faster. The ground denies the sound of footsteps. The eyes of the teacher inevitably glare back at me, that same incontrovertible hate is…

Love the Rain

Love the Rain Christopher Denq 2010 Dark days like these Know that they’re special A drawn taut release Washes the stressful The sky starts its grief Many tears pet my hair Reborn, my relief Nature really does care Unlocked comes the chain I let out a sigh I do love…

Shoulders for the Grieving

Though I cannot bestow what I do not have, I will lend all but indifference in such a troubled time. I have long lost that feeling – both ends of the deal, rather – and cannot dream how cold the steel of rejection must feel. I cannot lend advice; I…

The Bringer of Darkness

The Bringer of Darkness Christopher Denq 2010 There is a darkness around me Too dark to be night I search in dread vain But can’t find a light Ease a fading mind I sit down and drag Yet to the edge, see What’s this shadow tag!? I am so tired……

Talk: A Painter Story

“The painter sits with determination and confidence. She rolls her sleeves smoothly and grasps her brush for a dip into a paint container. The canvas – a bright white canvas – is set perfectly upon a stand. And so the painter begins painting. A dot, now turning into a line,…