Crstfr
Profile
Howdy! My name is Christopher. My Friends call me CJ and my close friends call me Christopher.
Basically I like to write poems that I imagine could be songs … but it never gets past the words stage. I know it might be incredibly tacky but I really enjoy rhyming. I think if done properly, it can be amazing and HOPEFULLY I sometimes achieve that. I hope you can enjoy my words
I must point something out. The meaning behind my work may not be relevant anymore and the work becomes untrue. I won’t take it down though… because I’m conceited and I like it too much!
Groups
Crstfr is a member of ! Creative Writing & Poetry !, ! ♥♥♥Love Is (Join us!)♥♥♥ !, "Poetry and Beautiful Women" , All Out Emotion, Creative Poetry Challenges, Creative, Talented, and Unknown, Freedom In Words & Art, Freedom to Shine, I ♥ Patterns, Living Pages , Masterpieces: Literary Workshop, Melbourne & Victoria, Midnight Ramblers, On Youth, Pleasure & Pain, Rising Star, The Art of Pain, The beauty of poetry, The Red Writing Room, The Word Tree, Up & Coming Writers, WMG, Writing: Persuing Happiness and Young enthusiasts.
Writing
Green With Envy
Attention seeking and reeking of evil, believe I’ll be weaselling out of her flair and she dare sit right there ‘cause she thinks I might care and I would if she could actually pose any threat…
Poem for Tim
My world is split into halves / But I am blissfully unaware of the significance / But the roads connecting them are deteriorating / A path once too often crossed / Bearing the weight of increasingly a…
I Don't Want to Go the Same Way
The scary man who plans is swiftly climbing with no arms in hand / If he senses your defences crumbling weak, he’ll seek your hand / And what would he cry if he saw that you lied to the guy whom you…
Young Age-Old Love
The last few months of love were fun / But darling we’re not even nearly done / There’s plenty more happy times to come / In our young age-old love I’m sorry but I must say sorry …
Not Being Here
By not being here / You’re in your element / Which one are you? / Perhaps you’re iron / ‘Cause this is a bit ironic Judge me, / I ask the back of your head / You are a critic / You’re g…
Our Story
How do you measure in units of pleasure, the value of short lived love, whether you brought enough, thought much on all I’d done sometime before it comes? One thing that stands out is just how we ca…
