Just A Cactus

Please don’t hate me, I’m a cactus, I can’t help the thorns I’ve grown. Those who brush me cry, “He cut me!” Why’d they touch? They should’ve known. Those around me soon are sorry. All who’ve met me now steer clear. Please don’t hate me, I’m a cactus. I think it’s best you don’t come near. Please don’t hate me, I’m a cactus and that’s all I’ll ever be. If I could I’d change for good, exchange my thorns for withered leaves so I’d crumble in your fingers instead of causing them to bleed. But I can’t change, I’m a cactus, thorns and all. Please don’t hate me. -Christian Fett (@christian-fett) Follow for more original poetry.

Outlaw

I drift into a lazy haze among the daisies I have raised from little seeds, though those deeds are days behind me now. In and out of sleep I dance advancing deeper into trance, enhanced by greed and circumstance, one romance I allow. Though I wonder, how did they find me? They always seemed so far behind me. Arid gusts lift light brown dust which settles down against the crust formed on my lips as I adjust my worn out leather crown. I cannot hear, my ears just beat the pulse my heart somehow secretes. I feel fear, regret, defeat. I somehow still feel incomplete. I see my blood pool in the street as I collapse down to the ground.

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Humanity

Give a man an ally and he will form a team. Give a man a vision and he will build his dream. Give a man a purpose and he will gladly die. Give a man respect and he will look you in the eye. Give a man the love you feel and you will both feel joy. But give a man an enemy  and he will just destroy. -Christian Fett (@christian-fett) Follow for more original poetry.

Ants

Straighten your thoughts like the teeth in your mouth, admire the wire, the brace. Conform your own brain either with or without the approval we desire and chase. Align with another and smother your face. Combine with the others all shoved into place. Assigned to a line that you follow through space at their pace. -Christian Fett (@christian-fett) Follow for more original poetry.

Don’t Mind Me

Don’t mind me, I’m just a stain of blood and gore across the pane and on the floor and down the drain. Don’t mind me, I’m novocaine, a simple shot to numb the pain and blur my thoughts with muddy veins. Don’t mind me, I’m empty air which doesn’t feel and doesn’t care and isn’t noticed anywhere. Don’t mind me, I’m simply there. A hollow house in disrepair with walls once painted, now stripped bare. Where to begin? The walls cave in. The bugs erupt within my skin. When to end? I must ascend but somehow circumvent the bends. Where can I run? Once I’ve begun I mustn’t stop until I’m done. When can I rest, to decompress and see how far I have progressed? -Christian Fett (@christian-fett) Follow for more original poetry.

To Swallow The Pill

I swallowed the pill, though I’m sober still, internally there’s increasing tension. I swallowed the cap. I just threw my head back and arms up, to break from this dimension. To escape, to be free, to reshape how I see, to awake what’s asleep within me. Emerge from the abyss having learned what I missed, having earned the right now to exist. I swallowed the pill. I must wait now until they begin, the first signs of ascension. I swallowed it whole, I am its to control. Am I me or am I just an extension? -Christian Fett (@christian-fett) Follow for more original poetry. Click this poem to see more posts like it.

Echoes

I’m grateful for most everything in this life of mine. I find time to be severing, so much gets left behind. Rewind? Only in our dreams we’ll find a time once lived, now echoes in our mind. Release the past, find peace in where you lie. It’ll cease to last at least enjoy your time.

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Muse

I accuse you, my muse who decided she’d choose to leave me by myself. Fine, it’s what I am used to. But force me to then see another who finds thee equally inspiring. It’s exhausting abuse. You who called out my name, you who sung to me sweetly, claiming she felt the same, as I unraveled discreetly. You who tried everything you could think of to treat me, who now takes the blame though it’s my blame completely. I accuse you, my muse who finally refused to sacrifice herself. It’s what I would choose too. You forced me to see the parts inside me that are toxic and tiring but now there’s no use. -Christian Fett (@christian-fett) Follow for more original poetry. Click this poem to see more posts like it.

Keep It Upstairs

If I keep it upstairs, there’s a chance I can make it. If I lock it up tight, I’ll survive. If I nail shut the door and ignore the whole floor, somehow maybe I can stay alive. Once I’ve trapped it, who knows what’ll happen? If it panics, everything may collapse. If it cries through the night, try hard as I might, slowly it’ll seep through the cracks. If it gets out how fast will it find me? If I hide will it follow my scent? If I face it directly, adjust myself correctly, can I somehow prevent full decent. -Christian Fett (@christian-fett) Follow for more original poetry. Click this poem to see more posts like it.

Relevancy

Don’t abandon your post, they won’t miss you. If they notice at all, who’s to say? But once pointed out, they’ll insist you had never intended to stay. Don’t move, you are locked in position. You’re strong only if your don’t stray. It’s wrong, no denying, but it’s disqualifying to suggest there’s an error to their ways. Don’t bend, just maintain resolution. Don’t break, that’s the same as retreat. Don’t turn from the light, if you move out of sight, they’ll view it the same as defeat. -Christian Fett (@christian-fett) Follow for more original poetry. Click this poem to see more posts like it.

The Earth And Me

I lie on this Earth. I’m not yet aware of the stress of existence, of pain or despair. I crawl on this Earth. I easily find all that is needed to subdue my mind. I walk on this Earth. I continue to learn, but the more that I know, the more my feet burn. I run on this Earth. I encounter resistance from those also running. A confusing existence. I fall on this Earth. I am old but unhurt. Embraced by the ground, I am hugged by the dirt. I’m part of this Earth. I will follow its guide. I will trust it completely. Just along for the ride. -Christian Fett (@christian-fett) Follow for more original poetry. Click this poem to see more posts like it.

No Other

Like puzzle pieces, so cohesive. Dopamine builds and then releases a full tsunami. Lay it on me. We fold and fit like origami. Like lock and key, one you, one me. We piece together perfectly. Under the covers, there’s no other piece, nor key, no friend, no lover. -Christian Fett (@christian-fett) Follow for more original poetry. Click this poem to see more posts like it.

Drunk Master

Swing faster drunk master, they’re flying right past her. Swing closer or crack against white alabaster. If 50 percent’s all you have to present, you are broken and bent. This fight’s a disaster. Move quicker, and kick her. Don’t fall to the liquor. It’s time to attack before you get any sicker. If that’s all you’ve got, if that’s all you have brought, I’m afraid one more shot and she’ll be the victor. -Christian Fett (@christian-fett) Follow for more original poetry. Click this poem to see more posts like it.

Stars

You turn to me, I hear you say, why are the stars so far away? Why must we see but never be among them, on display. I turn to you, I see you trying to prevent yourself from crying. You try to lie but it’s your eyes giving you away. The light of stars,  like passing cars are momentarily bright and unlike ours, fade to dark, and vanish in the night. But baby, we,  both you and me, are not so simply made what we believe and those we leave, help us to never fade. -Christian Fett (@christian-fett) Follow for more original poetry. Click this poem to see more posts like it.

Fallen

I fell down on the roof and then through the ceiling. I shook something loose and am losing all feeling. —the alarm causes the walls to shake —I’m too close, it might keep me awake No use concerning myself with the bruising considering the blood I am losing. —what’s this, I can feel my chest break —much more solid than standard heartache Those crowded around me are screaming though it feels almost like I am dreaming. —is it possible this was a mistake —it’s calling, please tell it to wait —I’ve fallen, it’s already too late -Christian Fett (@christian-fett) Follow for more original poetry. Click this poem to see more posts like it.

Small World

Here we stand, we meet again. So much has changed, my former friend. It feels so strange just to pretend I’m enjoying this conversation. What are the chances, anyway, our paths should cross again today? The world is small, you casually say, though you lack any foundation. The world’s not small, it’s never been. It’s huge, we’re all just trapped within our states, our towns, our minds, our skin. awaiting liberation. Come on, break free  and you will see a huge world full of energy. A massive place of land and sea and people who aren’t you and me. It’s we who’re small. We frequent places full of new yet familiar faces It’s we who’re small, compact, and furled, who like to think it’s a small world. It’s we who treat  our self confinement as if it were divine assignment. It’s we who’re small, body and mind, who find comfort feeling confined. It’s we who stay small, we consciously choose it. The world, it is huge, we just never use it. -Christian Fett (@christian-fett) Follow for more original poetry. Click this poem to see more posts like it.