“Life is poetry, so as I live among the beauty and the dark…
…I express my view of it with poetic words.”
About 'The Expressive'
The Expressive is Kristopher’s first self-published book of poetry. It is the poetic expression of the many emotions he has felt from the experiences in his life, between his teenage years up to his late twenties, broken down into three sections.
The first section is titled, “The Ways of Love.” This section covers how love was discovered, hidden, developed, and shared.
The Second section is titled, “Words Written In The Dark.” This section covers the dark thoughts, depression, and loneliness that resulted from love being lost or never expressed. This section also covers those same emotions as a result of other negative events that have happened in Kristopher’s life.
The final section is titled, “Experience, Reflection, and Change.” This section deals with rebirth, hope, and expressing how the positive and negative events in Kristopher’s life have made him more understanding, appreciative, and accepting of the lessons learned from life, looking forward to what is to come.
“It is my goal with The Expressive to not only entertain and intrigue you with my writing, but to hopefully relate to your personal experiences and emotionally connect you with the many thoughts and feelings I express in this book.“
– Kristopher J. Evans
About The Author
Kristopher J. Evans was born and raised in Bakersfield, CA. Although he went to art school to study graphic design and computer animation, he has been writing since he was in the first grade. Having a mother who writes poetry and short stories as a hobby, and is also a local playwright, the love of writing rubbed off on him at an early age.
The Expressive is Kristopher’s first book of poetry. He is already in the process of developing two new poetry books.
When not writing, Kristopher is running his home based business, Corner 10 Productions, that specializes in graphic design, website development, and photo booth services. You can learn more about Corner 10 Productions at www.corner10creative.com.
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but the fear of my life without it keeps me up at night
thinking about the untouched time
that could bring about change.
My smile is chipped by the sickle of unrest,
like a pest who lingers with a painful sting,
making me sing my song of light
to remain bright for the potential darkness
that manifests itself when you leave.
but the urge to remain the same wins
and ends the internal struggle.
I juggle my emotions, closing out those close to me,
treating them like they are supposed to see
the true me without me revealing it.
I want them to see what I can be,
I need to emerge once more from the depths of the sea.
on how wedding rings could have been in the future
but hope brings disappointment at times and regret is an enemy I avoid.
So I decided to stop worrying and hurrying the future,
and let life take its course,
until I meet the one who will give birth to my daughter or son,
becoming a union of one.
but a leaking faucet with a mildewed spout.
I withdraw from my surroundings, hoping for time to fast
forward, or rewind to days when I had less doubt.
I can not go backwards so I must live right now,
as each second takes more away from my existence.
Persistence and efforts must be made to shine new light
on the shade that has compromised the early path that was laid.
as you speak to me softly,
its touch combined with your voice
is so beautiful to me…I remember how the weather
complimented my attraction to you,
warming my body, though accented
by the coolness and the calm of the breeze.
a torch in hand to light my path,
visions of a novice who will develop in his office,
and illustrate the art of growth and passion.
the shaking hands that use to steer,
now grip the wheel with confidence,
because that is all I feel.
past yesterday’s fall, giving up on standing tall,
today’s path is like math, calculate your every step,
the wrath of failure attacks swift where confidence is kept,
time ticks away, so as I pray, I also take action,
no waiting for a gift-wrapped box of satisfaction…
maybe some place I’ve never been.
Even when I was a kid, that horn has always summoned thoughts of an escape to the unknown…
a place that is new…something untouched.
and I should give them more of me,
but cordially I express that I have more to see
before I walk down that church floor to be
wedded, although I have regretted
seeing more than one potential wife exit
my life due to mistakes,
it’s too late, but now I get it…
a substitute for pill popping or days on a binge,
constructed a plan to escape, to yell check mate
but still a pawn of the game stuck in the same place,
the same race, in circles I run,
stressed from unrest, can’t even enjoy the breeze and the sun
of this California living, spinning until the days end,
with hopes of having kids with a wife, together raising, for this I pray when
on knees with hands clasped…
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