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Hi my name is Christopher Towle (obviously), but you can call me Chris for short of course. I'm in the Army National Guard currently and I'm working my way to be a Black hawk pilot. I'm just a senior in high school this year and I'm really excited to get

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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Missing a loved one: 3 of 192

I wish you were here For this music's so sweet I hope you can hear Our notes played so neat It's wonderous to feel Two beats become one It hardly seems real But it's as warm as the sun I've been dreaming of you Longing for your gentle touch There isn't a lot I can do But wish for you so much I see home in your eyes Even thou...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: The tragedy of love: 17 of 190

"The End" Until today, There was this smile. Now it's this way, And I dread every mile- That I travel From bar to bar, As every inch of me unravels, And that smile is so far. She brightened every morning, This was too good to be true, I should have heed the warning, But I'm such a fool for you. And now as I lay here In this ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Undone: 2 of 14

Completely Undone Excuse my tears Drenching the paper, It's just my fears Gathering pain into vapor. It's just a thought, But its left me crying, Completely distraught, And on thee edge of dying. It's just the image of losing you As distance takes us down Then nightmare, not knowing what to do And wandering this blackened to...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death: 101 of 633

The Death of Me I was in a dream. That hit like a fist. In this dream, I wrote on my wrist, And with this dream There came a twist. I dreamed of a tree, And its branches bowed. No rope hang free. As breath came and slowed. I dreamed of metal Sharp as a nail. Turned red as a rose petal, And I white as pale. I dreamed of a tal...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Independence: 7 of 26

There's no saying how long I'll stay, But in some lonely far off day- My orders will take me far off and away. I wonder then, what will you say? I wonder then, what will you do? Will you say I'm still just and true, Or is it just another complain in brew. Just so you can make it all about you. Though, if I stay to let the wa...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Struggle in life: 288 of 828

Begging for Ease When you see branches swaying- Listen hard, because I'm praying. For you to save me please!- To help me from my knees, Help me feel a cool summer breeze- To show my heart the meaning of ease. So the story began, For days I ran. From words true in heart, The words that tore me apart. I knew not where, Or how ...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Coming home: 11 of 31

When I get Home to You There's a cool breeze Sweeping through her hair. You can hear the trees, But all I can do is stare. When I look into her eyes, It's like home on a cool day. With clear skies, And love is the only way. There's this everyday pain, That bring on tears, Faster than the rain, And as strong as my fears. It's...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Time: 252 of 686

He rides on his sorrows To bring him less tomorrows, In time that is broken still Brought pain taken at will, This war within one Has a sky with no sun, And if the day was to un-cloud He'd still be unnoticed in the crowd, His paranoia stopped the healing. Him and death now are dealing, Causing him much more worry, Ruining hi...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Dark poems: 428 of 1148

Just a Little Hate I dreamt one night It was a revolution in my head There was no fight But you were finally dead Stabbed in the face With my broken heart You couldn't win this race Even if we weren't torn apart I hope your blood spills Into all your regrets I hope it fills And your heart hears my threats Did it frighten you...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Nothing better than this: 2 of 5

Nothing Better There's nothing better than this. You might think I'm mad But you're my kissable bliss, Better than anything I've ever had. Don't get me wrong, There's no touch better than yours, But when I finish this song- You'll be surprised when you feel the words. Three words, dancing on the tip of my tongue. A phrase th...