Chase : Writing

Good Old Days

Good Old Days

A Poem by Chase


Way back when to a time often thought of and long gone. Insignificant things seemed like forever; laughter a..
Unconditional

Unconditional

A Poem by Chase


From the very beginning, she has given to you. She rememebers what its like and how it feels ..
Flicker in the Breeze

Flicker in the Breeze

A Poem by Chase


It isn't easy.. this thing that we call "living". But we have no choice. Except.. Thats not entirely true. We own th..
Beyond the Pale

Beyond the Pale

A Poem by Chase


The fruit along the lowest branch hangs accessible to any who hunger. My tastes take more. I want the high-hanging fruit ..
Self-Strain

Self-Strain

A Poem by Chase


Its much better to push yourself and feel the occassional taste of failure rather than remain in a bubble of comfortability ..
Sigh-tisfying

Sigh-tisfying

A Poem by Chase


Heated showers leaking warmth to muscles- aching used. Cotton skin removed at days end; particularly fr..
Fork in the Road

Fork in the Road

A Poem by Chase


Its strange how incredibly different your mind can be whilst lying in bed compared to out of the s..
Today's The Day

Today's The Day

A Poem by Chase


Today is the day I always look for. The day with peace of mind where every aspect of my life can be reflected upon with a smile..
Fa d i  n  g     A   w    a    y

Fa d i n g A w a y

A Poem by Chase


A man sits on the bus- today as every day before. The passengers around him sit three seats away two ..
Static

Static

A Poem by Chase


Idle hands bode for an idle mind, and there in lies a bummed out time