The clockwork metamorphosis

By: Kristopher

Dues ex machina

As if life could be that

Simple

The change formed in

Cog and gears

Shifting with the passage of

Time

The pendulum

Slowly come to default

Where it was before the

Price of existence

To change

The irony

We are born without

Fear

We live with

Fear

We die without

But the machine keeps

Moving

Steadfast and ever changing

Leaving us behind

Dues ex machina

She…
By: Kristopher Elliott

She is a breathless

Wind

The calm before

Storm

Patchy glow of

Fireflies

Dancing in the

Air

Oh how she glows

And I can wander

Forever

Just to know that she

Exists

But I see her now

Standing there

And all I can think to do

Is pass her by

Because nothing I can say

Will depict her

Beauty

Right then and there

And in this moment

I’ll have her

Today tomorrow forever

In this moment

I’ll remember

Today tomorrow forever

And continue

Smiling

The Perdition City

By: Kristopher Elliott

I write today

Because I feel like writing

Because I need to write something

I feel like

I am

Dragging my knuckles

Across a paved interstate

Leading to a perdition city

Grains caught between the gaps

Loosely packed in like immigrants

To a new world

Mirroring the idea of what was

Left behind

From

What’s still to come?

The unknown scares me at time

Scares me to the point where all I can thing to do

Is

Laugh

I’m cleaning the dust

Blood off

My hands

Because I have arrived

Only to find

The world I have come too

Just like the one

I left

many years ago….

Passive agitator

By: Kristopher Elliott

 

We need to talk…

We need to talk…

We need to talk…

…

…

…

…

FUCK YOU FRIEND

THIS IS

MY VOICE

MY REASON

MY CONTEMPT

MY ANGUISH

MY RAGE

MY PASSIVE AGGRESSIVE

FISTING LESSON FOR YOUR

SOUL

AND I CHOSE TO BE SILENT FOR SO LONG?

WELL, GUESS WHAT?

THE SILENCE IS OVER

OPEN YOU’RE FUCKING EARS

HEAR THE WORDS TYPED ON THIS PAGE

AND LISTEN TO MY REASON

A REASON BY ANYOTHER

IS MENIGLESS

WATCHING THE SENSLESS

DAUGHTER FUCKING

THREE FLOORS UP

I WONDER IF SHE IS

BITTING INTO THE

PILLOW

YET

MISS AMERICA

AND

DADDY REPUBLICRAT

HMMMMMMMM

THEN AGAIN

FUCK THEM BOTH

THEY DESERVE EACH OTHER

SORRY

I JUST WANTED TO

THROW WORDS AT A

WALL

BUT I WAS ALL OUT OF SPAGETTIE

AND ABORTION

LEFT OVERS

SO _{FUCKING DEAL!}

 

 

Is it over yet?

The Man, the Victim, and then Me

 

The wind

Whispered to me

Tells me to turn around

It one A.M.

A woman is dragged

Into an ally

They are just silhouettes

From a street lamp

I nervously

Shifted my way

To the entrance

He has over taken her

Under a flickering light

Is this the city?

My camera is up

And clicking away

My eyes

Feel blood shot

I feel…

Rage

I make my way

Grabbing a loose brick

She is lifeless

Starring off into space

As I club him

There is a lot of red

She isn’t moving

A knife in her chest

I take the knife

Snap a shot

She looks so

Innocent

I shut her eyes

Then cut his throat

Take a picture

I leave

I don’t think I need

The pills

Anymore…

The Stupid Dream… Bitter Truth

By: Kristopher Elliott

 

A cool summer’s breeze

Hanging over this

White picket fence

To a walk way of a

Beautiful single family

Home

Wife and two kids

A dog

Possibly a cat

The lingering shadow

From a halogen bulb

A TV dinner for one

In a single room

Apartment

A metal chain link fence

Confining space

Looming under

A drab overcast sky

Another lonely

Night...

Is it Wrong of Me?

By: Kristopher Elliott

Is it wrong of me

To steal a glance

To take you in

Moments at a time?

 

Is it wrong of me

To feel the way

I do, with you

Here and now?

 

Would it be

wrong

To tell you

I dream

 

Dream of the day

I no longer need

To keep this

Inside

 

To hold

Your hand

To feel

Your kiss

 

Tell me

Am I wrong

To feel this

About you?

 

Because for you

I would climb Everest

Just to tell

The world

 

For you…

I would

Do this

And only you

 

Just to see you

Smile…

Before you continue reading let me just say that this was something I have been working on for the last 3 weeks.  I feel like it might need some work but I am satisfied with the out come of the message on this project.  I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I had writing it because this was something I feel like I needed to write.  For my self and for those who want to understand who I am...

Singularity sq.
By: Kristopher Elliott

Prologue – Singularity sq. and the M 3 Tenant

 

What can I

Tell you about

Singularity square

Other then

I’m the tenant

Who resides in

M 3

I call it home

Good foundation

A few cracks

Here and there

A good home

It took a while

To find my way

And it’s true what

They say

Home is where

The heart is

And I love it here

The people

Unique

And we all

Have a bond

That goes deeper

Then blood

During my path

To self realization

I settled here

And this is how

I got to know

Them…

 

M 4 – Elli the Muse

 

Elli

A woman of

Many talents

And it’s the passion

That drives her

To express

To show the world.

She does not

Say much

But when you see her

Art

Read her

Poetry

Hear her

Music

You just know…

And the massage

Is loud and clear

She tries to inspire

Encourage creativity

She once told me

“The greatest gift

I can give

To you all

Is to show you

A different

Kind of beauty

And hope

To break down

The barriers

Of seclusion

We all hide

Behind

And give you

The world…”

She then played me

Some music

A single tear

Rolled down

My cheek

Because it was then

That I understood

What she meant.

 

M 6 – Stephen the Abstract Tormented Thinker

 

He’s a bit crazy

At times

I find it hard

To take him

Seriously but

When I look back

At what he says

It makes sense.

He hates that state

Of the world

And wants to fix it

But feels like he

Has already failed

He had me over once

His living space

A mess

Articles of clothing

Papers and books

Strewed about

Haphazardly

He says there is

To much to worry about

So ignore it

His frustration

And anger

Is uncanny

But it translates

A lot differently

Because his frustration

And anger

Stems from this,

That he cares…

There is a lot of

Love in this man

But he dare

Not show it

But I know… and now so do you.

 

M 2 – Yusuru the man of Principle

 

I took time to

Under stand the teachings

Of Buddha

And Yusuru holds his principles

Dear

He mostly keeps to him self

Very quiet

But is always ready to listen

Or give advice

If you’re willing to hear it

He’s very cautious

Not to over step

His bounds

And respects the individual

Space

He looks happy

But in his eyes I can see

Turmoil

I asked if he needed an ear

But he just nodded

And said

“I am here to listen

And to dispense

Wisdom when ever

Needed.”

He is very close to the tenet

In M 5

They are both alike

In many ways.

Yusuru, if I could

Say one thing

To him

It would be this.

The past is the past

And I see a good man now

So smile

And mean it

For once…

You are a good man.

 

M 1 – Stephanie the Lover

 

Stephanie

She is a kind one

Wears her heart

On her sleeve

It’s actually quite

Obvious when

She has and interest

In something

I’ve seen her with

Her partners

Wondering about

She always looks

So…

Happy

I apologies for the

Brief pause

But I never understood

Why?

I’ve seen her crest fallen

And sometimes I think

She is wearing a

Mask.

We spoke briefly

The other day on

The elevator

“You must think I’m crazy

For being the way I am, but

I would be lying to my self

If I didn’t treat ever relationship

As if it was the last.

Why even try? If you want to fuck

Then fuck don’t pull on someone’s

Heart strings for a good time.

I give them all more credit then

That…”

It made sense…

She hugged me on

The way out

And there was a nurturing sense

Of warmth about her

She is a good person

Better then most

Because she is honest

With her self

And her partners.

 

M 5 – Elliot the Methodical Logical Thinker

 

Me and Elliot

Are old friends

We’ve been though a lot

We use to live by

Trial and error

But now take time,

Think things through

“Getting much

Too old to be doing

Stupid shit now.”

We drink on occasion

He says it help him

Silence his brain

“Too much going

On up there

And I’m going to

Lose it if I don’t get this

Beer down.”

I’m beginning to think

It’s just an excuse

He loves puzzles

And tinkering with

Things

Sometimes he gets

Confused

Tries to fix people

That’s probably why

He is such good friends

With Yuseru in M 2

What it boils down to

Is this.

He loves people

Reading them

Investigating social

And physical psychology

But at the same time

He is socially

Inept

He is lucky to have me

And the other tenant

And we are lucky to have him.

 

Epilogue – Singularity sq. and the Man in M 3

 

I guess all that’s left

Is me

The tenant in room M 3

My name

Kristopher Elliott

And for years

I lived here

And it wasn’t

Until I started writing

This that I got to know

Them

The other tenants

As I write this its Ellie’s

Hand that guides me

When I love, it’s Stephanie

Holding my heart

When I feel all the worlds

Shit bearing down on me

Steven gives it perspective

While Yusuru and Elliot

Calm me

And guide me

I have a lot of love

For my self now

And I hope you understand

My singularity and who I am

As a lover

A friend

An artist

And as a person

The tenant in room M 3

My $7 beer
by Kristopher Elliott

a fight
broke out
in the strip club
today

it was over
a dancer
her name
Tracy i believe

i would call
her tracks
given the ones
that ran down
her arms

she was smiling
at what she
started
then looked
over at me

our eyes met
and i mouthed
the word
"WHORE"

intrigued
she walled over
placed one hand
down on my table
then asked,

"whats your
pleasure?"

to which i
replied,

"Hun, this
beer cost me
seven dollars.
if you had
anything to
offer for less,
i would be
surprised."

i polished off
my Budweiser
through my
scarf over
my shoulder

then left...

Taken Back
by: Kristopher Elliott

there is a fine line
between love and loath
but at time I'm
taken back
when i see true beauty...

back to a time
when i thought i
knew what love was...
back when the sky's
seemed bluer
and the grass
greener

now i stand jaded
too many times
have people taken that
from me

i recant the good times
in my head
then look at the shit
that surrounds me
and think this...

"i want my blue sky's
and green grass
back...
oh to remember..."

as i clench my chest
"to remember
how to love
once again..."

Drifting

By: Kristopher Elliott

 

I keep awakening

Perpetual nightmares

Dark places

Running

From something

Off in the distance

I see shadows

Bearing down on me

I can’t escape

I feel like I’m

Running in place

The ground

Molten tar

I fall

Rip though the fabric

Time and space

Drifting closer

To my

Assailant

My protagonist

The surface ripples

And I see my self

Only it’s not me

Is someone else?

Someone with

Hate in his heart

I can’t look away

He is pushing through

Through the glass

And into me

The fear takes hold

Cold sweat

Droplets on my face

As my being is consumed

I am me but I’m not

I see it in my eyes now

Tunnels into pitch

Black darkness

An empty world…

The Broken Dreamer

By: Kristopher Elliott

 

Paths have a funny ways

Of leading us to something

Destinations

Resolves

Conclusions

My conclusion?

A city on fire

The peoples

Lost

Wondering aimlessly

The dead

All hope lost on them

With the blackest

Eyes

The world in slow motion

Ash raining down

Fires in the skies

Angels

With tar wings

And broken halos

Cackling at my peoples

Eyes filled with rage

No sympathy here

No love

No life

I awaken

This same dark place

It’s three A.M.

I feel dry

Desolate

A broken dreamer…

Wasteland

By: Kristopher Elliott

 

There is an air raid

Over my halo

I can hear the sirens

Explosions

The sent of death

Blood spattered fields

As far as the eye

Can see

I’m breathing sulfur

The reflections

Of fire in my eyes

My body is stiff

Now

I can’t move

Fist clenched

Drawing blood

This shrapnel in my hand

Where did it all go wrong?

When did it happen?

How did this escalate?

I look to the distance now

No signs of life

Acres and acres

Of charred death

Memories

Secrets

And lies…

In this light things are clear

I know who is who

And I can honestly say

I am truly

Alone in this world…

For the first time, in a long time…

By: Kristopher Elliott

 

For the first time

I met someone

That accepted me

For who I am

 

For the first time

I was able to

Speak to someone

With out my mask

 

And I can’t thank her more

For letting me know

There are good people

In this world

 

She is nothing short

Of amazing

Cleaver

With a good heart

 

Even if we don’t

End up together

I am glade

I met her

 

Because…

For the first time

In a long time

I realized something

 

There are good people

On this earth

And I feel like I’m one step closer

To being whole again...

 

 

Thank you Angie

Carl &                                      Kris production presents.....

Our rendition of The Nutcracker…
 

Have you ever seen what cum looks like after getting punched in the balls a hundred times coming out of someone’s mouth?

By: Carl Conway & Kristopher Elliott

“I’m bored.”

“I’m more bored then you.”

“Nah-uh” “Ah-huh”

“Prove it.”

ACTION PACKED BALL PUNCH!

“Fuck it! New to me, where to girl!”

“Nice I love busting balls!”

“Then today’s your lucky day!”

“How do you figure?”

“Ask that kindly old transvestite over there. The one listening to the Carlie Simon and wearing an anatomically correct cod piece…”

“Why excuses us kind sir. Might you be able to point my compatriot and I to a nice secluded place for a little game of knuckle shuffle? If you get my meaning?”

WINK WINK NUDGE NUDGE

“Honey you’re embarrassing me.”

“NO, YOU’RE EMBARRASSING ME!”

SLAP

SLAP

“Will you two fairies allow a quick interruption? There happens to be a quant cozy dumpster behind that dinner over there that me and my lover use for a good old fashion nut slap… But, if you want to try something new…?

Have you ever seen what cum looks like after getting punched in the balls a hundred times coming out of someone’s mouth?"

Here is what Carl and I think it would looks like…

I assure you that our balls are in tacked and that it is actually strawberry milkshake spewing out of our mouths… man I felt dirty typing that, I’m going to go cry in the shower now…

Cost of Clarity

By: Kristopher Elliott

 

3 hours and $1.85 for a moment

Of clarity

For $1.85                          

I can clear my

Mind

Unload everything

On paper

For 3 hours

I can write

3 hours and $1.85

I can tell you

Everything about me                

But can you piece it

Together?

After Thoughts

By: Kristopher Elliott

 

You know you’re beautiful

When you sleep

I light up a cigarette

And glance back down

At you

Tangled in my sheets

I brush the hair away

From your face to reveal

Your seductive grin

Possibly

Dreaming about our

Late night rendezvous.

The sun creeping thought

The blinds

As your eyes slowly open

You ask,

“What’s for breakfast?”

Lauren

By: Kristopher Elliott

 

She was the greatest

Lover I have ever

Known

A wild one this

Girl

Her complexities

Are what kept

Her at arms length

For me

She loves me for

How I make her feel

She hates me for

Never letting her in

She is a smart girl

For noticing this

About me

If she asked

I would run away

With her

She has

A child now

Cleaned up

I’m happy for her

Because she is

More complete now

Then I could ever make her.

Love at first Sight

By: Kristopher Elliott

 

Have you ever felt it?

The pin drop on the soul

The moment when

Life stands still

And she is in focus

Love at first sight?

That lump in the chest

Heart skipping a beat

The butter flies in the stomach

And you can die

Knowing you have seen this

One thing?

I have, but I’m a dreamer

And will never talk to her

Never to tarnish this

Perception of the

Perfect girl

This perfect moment

Never to know

The ugly truth…

Adam

By: Kristopher Elliott

 

He is a good man,

A quiet person,

And has a view of

The world that

Makes sense.

He has a way

About him

That nobody will

Ever know

Because he hides

He’s a good person

And the type of

Guy women look for

But will never find.

In a world of

Shit personalities

And shallowness…

Adam is

The greatest

Guy I have

Ever known,

And I feel honored

To call him my

Friend…