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Crucifix Mar 2015
The things I've seen what do they mean? Is it the universe making earth clean?
Is it just killing all that is right?
Is it time to surrender the fight?
What god or devil has willed us here? What nation and country must we now fear?
Is it a battle for my soul?
am I too ment to pays deaths lofty toll?
Is this all I can write? Songs of paranoia and spite?
Sometimes the questions are more important than the answers.
Crucifix Mar 2015
We try our best.
god willing he will understand the rest.
Crucifix Feb 2015
Heroes watched with empty eyes all thoughts they would leave behind. Are these answers or more questions? Angels leave with the chosen. Is even their system broken? why only I have awoken?
Who else is stranded down there?
****** broken secrets they share. Why am I feeling this isn't something I believe in?
Why should god judge a fish? Was it his wish that they could climb? Or perhaps learn how to fly?

Questions of death swirl around me.
Is she in hell?  Is that where ill be? I bear the name of crucifix. But hell and heaven do not mix.
Is this one of gods tricks?
ill take the weight of her sins if this is what it takes to win. Ill serve my code.
You can't keep her hostage from me. If she is not dancing free when I see the gates, ill tear em down with all of my hate. hell will not be her fate.
I love the lord but is it fair, the cross we all must bare?
I love god true. Please let me believe in you.
I know this sounds arrogant and preachy (I hope I'm not out of line) but as someone who has always had a problem blindly following god (even though I consider myself a Christian) I can't help myself from fearing and asking questions. :/
Crucifix Feb 2015
Violent ends to violent means. All turn into violent dreams.
enclose the walls, lock away, walk away, stay away all.
Leaves me alone. Piles of bones, past regrets. Ambulance dance to your romance.
no love is worth this trouble. Touch her again and ill burst your bubble. Cowards crawl here bullies too.
They will quake when they see what I do.
All the rage inside me warring consistently, eternally, externally, internally. Like a fraternity of sin. A battle that no one wins.
still I'm compelled to play. Keeps me alive for the coming day.
See how it is when you can't have your way. Someone's gonna make you pay. Maybe not me, but maybe someday.
Your head will hit the floor, have fun knocking on deaths door.
This poem is more or less a experience my sister had with her ex. Let it be a warning against anyone instigating abuse in a relationship. What goes around comes around.
Crucifix Feb 2015
Look at me. What do you see? A boy crying out for sanctuary? I morn only myself for the life I lead.
see I ware a mask to shelter the past. To keep thoughts away who do not plan to stay. It might be lonely it might be sad, but when I meet my reflection I know ill be glad. Where ever she is, where ever she may be, I know she wares a mask just like me. Together we will chase the bad guys away. Ill see her scars and she will see mine. Below our skin our hearts will align. I can't see her face yet but I know she's out there. The girl who carried my heart all my life. Through heartache and hatred and anger and strife.
And I will thank her for saving much more than my life.
The journey to love is often unkind to who follow. But every now and again you find someone worth the hardships along the road.
Crucifix Feb 2015
If fire and wire spin webs of desire, what then cuts shadow and fog away?
Neon streams of gold carve rivers through canyons of darkness, a newborn sun.
That's what you are, you illuminate the void no matter how far. How lucky we are to have one such as you, for life without light is a life without love. How many thankless nights you were here. Keeping watch over our fears seeing they don't grow out of control. Seeing your light is what kept me whole.
Crucifix Feb 2015
In the silent nights, its crawling beneath my skin. Eyes wide open I feel it there. I begin to wish in a quite prayer, the lion in my veins does not awake. For the sight of you, does make my heart shake.
drums beating in the wild, a million fireflies for you my love.
Let them keep your heart awake, let them still make the world quake.
Can you hear it roar? My pride on the hunt, blood is boiling hot as fire. Its crazy what you've inspired.
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