Tag / poetry

by Chris Chant

Love in Crazy

The heart rendered like a king
Tall, stout and impressive
Evaporating all like a sponge
Past, present, resoundingly obsessive

With each new wave the strings get taunt
Feeling loose, but always holds
A break can be repaired
Or just a myth, that,s been re-told

Eye connections are real
The soul gets mystified
One Love, one other heart to feel
No more can be justified

A timeless lone night lays deep
Coupling and souling a must
Or forever be left in eternal limbo
Heart and mind turning to dust

Running parallel, so very close
A touch sickly, like a vertigo ride
Hearing and speech become an echo
In and out, rythmn of the tide

Is this truth, or is it false?
Love and anguish, my mind they share
Working through, but by default
In both worlds, I have to bare.

by Chris Chant

My new book

Featuring poetry about mental health – included are OCD, Anxiety, depression, agoraphobia, social isolation, suicide, addiction and many other mental health issues I’ve had to combat.

I’m hoping people can relate and then maybe be encouraged to share their own stories in art form and be creative with their mental health. Follow the link to find out more.

Encryption of the Mind https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/152891435X/ref=cm_sw_r_other_apa_i_Nt4IDb5W365Z1

by Chris Chant

Walking a tightrope

Try closeness as a comfort

Warmth as a blanket to the cold.

Pleasure weathers heartache

Hardening the skin

Allowing empathy to grow kind.

Follow extremes

Accept samples of love

As dark and light realities.

When the wondering retreats

We can halt half way to freedom

Retrace footprints to find balance.

Once I questioned

Now I answer freely,

Untainted,

And with more clarity

Than the present.

by Chris Chant

First Thought-

Echoes in the mind

Flow rampant, encircling

Affecting most prominent responses

Albeit listened

It is unmoving

Though unnerving

The primary speaks truth

Imitations less reliant

Consistent in its perseverance

A skimming stone

Simmering to a sunken weight

Dead in the water

Sits of an innocence

Vibrating ripples of continuance

by Chris Chant

Summary

First thoughts I dispense with caution

Notion with an ironic flaw

A split second occurrence

With no stage for reflection

Containing irrational undertones

Speed ‘Becomes’ essence

Dismay is uncontrolled

Outlines feasible complications Conversation is to-be heeded

True words believed, transpired with time

Character prevails via choices

Shaped by unrushed competence

Instant verbs evolve and mature

Sharp decisions cease to race

Knowledgeable peace combines

Sheds light on existence

Judgement swallowed by reality

Being misconceived becomes scarce

Harmony elected with a mutual dignity.

by Chris Chant

Doppelganger

Out of body experiences doubt my existence
Feeling in limbo, questioning propaganda
Choices agreed but not remembered
Losing sanity slowly to a doppelganger

Familiar face reflects my smile
Eyes deep of black radiating trouble
Words speaks my voice to society’s nods
I’m the only conscience, seeing this flawed double

Mind stays guarded from being watched
In my dreams his courage grows to speak
Explains my character will be invaded
Though if he bleeds I bleed

Only in the mirror I can ask for mercy
The answer sincerely will be the same
That my tainted fracture soul will soon vanish
And only my demon, will remain.