prison with your pinstripes.

Catching your smile with a silkened neck tie.

crooked and hell bent with lust for every breath of you.

your face falls into dreams, and your voice is indeed a fairy tale.

your company is indeed a cruel mistress.

cloaked in beauty, dripping with agitating fondness.

stained with the memories of love once lost.
and prejudice to any notion of future seeds sown.

letters tucked in tattered pages.
gifts left clinging to history.
words knit in a road less traveled.

give me rest for my tired feet.

in a bed less room covered with paper.

leave the sanctuary of my misty mind, and find shelter elsewhere.

give it up.

give it all.

give it time.

go to school.

go to church.

say your prayers.

love thy neighbor.

so much counsel and so few listeners.

advice is easily given.

a mouth is only good for proving you a fool.

i am one unfocused boy.

conflicted.

confusing.

contradicting.

i walk a fine line.

a line so thin, the breath of a child could blow me off course.

do i do what is right, or do i do what is polite?

do i take my human passions and lay them on the line?

risking everything to feel alive?

Or lock them up, and throw the key into the night?

i've focused so much on one thing, 

that i lost sight of everything.

take my hand

and lead me safely there.

to the place with no name.

life is good. 

im not complaining, only contemplating.

life is good yes, but could life be BETTER?

life will do its terrible dance, and all of our truths lay evident.
im convinced we hold our fate in delicate hands.
some hold tight, others let it slip through like water.
those who leave everything to chance watch life pass them by while making grand plans for it.

chase your daydreams to the edge of your consciousness.
keep them in glass jars safe for all to see.
and when the time is right,
drink them down,
and feel the light of yourself change the course of your everything.

more secrets.

back by popular demand, but more a means to get some weight off me chest.(just spoke in pirate. you're welcome.)

the vault of Chris has been opened once more...apparently, this being my third confession post, i have A LOT of secrets, but don't tell anyone.

I have a nickname for a body part.
Sir Christopher.
That's ALL i will say.

i stuff my candy wrappers between the couch cushions, then blame it on my brother.

I believe in the booty call, as long as it's a mutual booty.

i'm jealous of my best friend. VERY jealous.

i am petrified of spiders. 

little creeps can die.

i can't stand bad breath,

tic tac sir?

i own a snuggie, and i'm ashamed of how perfect it is.

i don't floss at my dental specialists specifications.

hey, we are all lazy sometimes.

ghost stories are forbidden when i'm camping.

still a little scuured.

i have a commitment problem.

trying to work on that.

i think good looking married women, 

are more attractive than single ones.

i wear a wedding ring at work to boost my tips.

i sleep in the same bed as my dog.

(he hogs the covers)

i've fallen in love with someone i've never met.

i've never had a cavity!

(hence the flossing dilemma.)

im addicted to flaming hot cheetos.

i faked sick to get out of a blind date...twice.

i've always wanted to live with a girl, but in a non-sexual environment.

i lost my virgin lips, at 18.

i'm WAY too involved in music.

i believe Seinfeld to be the best TV series of all time.

FRIENDS CAN SUCK IT.

fall is my favorite time of year.

i have a minor jacket obsession.

when i get to know a girl, i place her in a wife setting and see if she has what it takes.

even if i have no shot.

my deepest fear, is divorce.

my bragging rights, are my friends.

my insecurity, is my looks.

i sometimes blow dry my hair.

i think my nose is HUGE.

i don't tan naked. 

think about all the other nakedness 

in that little cancer tube.

safety first.

i wish the snow would stay in the mountains,

and stay off my road.

i pray that my future wife will be okay marrying

someone who has nothing, 

but will give her everything.

im more vain than i'd like to admit.

i hate my teeth, i have fangs. eat your heart out edward.

i laugh at my own jokes.

i love girls who aren't afraid to speak their minds.

im addicted to butter.

i wish i was smarter.

i wish i was stronger.

i wish i wasn't so complicated.

--christopher michael

footprints.

here i am. on another cloudless night.
alone.
thinking.

wondering who i am.
what i want.
where my life has been.
where my life is headed.

my answers are few.
my questions aplenty.

people question everything.
job security.
salary.
location.
training.
all important things.

i question footprints.
friendships.
memories.

i would rather change a life, 

than rest my head on a pillow of money.

i would rather be remembered,

and not replaced.

i would rather build my empire on shoulders,

than on skyscrapers.

whats the point in living a life so consumed with money, power and fame?

when you pass on, you can't take it with you.

who cares about photos in magazines?

who cares about fancy cars?

who cares about square footage?

setting aside vanity is nearly impossible.

it is the driving force behind business.

twisted steel and sex appeal. 

and sadder still, in this world one must be practical.

education.

foundation.

realization.

i am going to change lives one day.

i want to let go of the world, 

but my fist is clenched tight.

I've adapted to fit in and survive, 

and forgotten to coexist.

publish me.

quote me.

scorn me.

i'm over thinking outside your box.

and thinking inside my own.

Christopher Michael Cooley

ht-6'0

wt-165

eye color-blue

hair color-blonde

d.o.b-7-19-86

occupation-life changer