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Crucifix Mar 2015
I see you everyday, the quite girl a million miles away. Head in the clouds or in a book.
I find myself stuck to your hook. And as you pull me to the shore I feel myself sway away.
I'm under your spell. Is this heaven or is it hell?  Your a million miles away. Yet I see you everyday.
A shooting star I cannot catch, the flickering light of my last match.
I can't tell if this is a broken romance. I know you can feel it too. Will our vindication please come through.
I don't want to be the one to utter: I missed you.
Tell someone you love them.
Crucifix Mar 2015
Critics are our best friends, they show us out flaws.
But all as its true "self critical" a nation cannot due.
No one truly sees mistakes we made.
how many innocents fear our blade.
We all pretend we have the right just look at our nations fights.
How many of my ancestors did you **** that day?
When "little boy" came out to play.
"We were saving lives."
The only price you had to pay: a million children and still this day.
And when Germany fell the day before. We packed our bags and walked away.
the Russians ***** them all that day.
We were not responsible. We were drinking ice tea and O.J.
don't pretend we were in the right. There are no morals in a fight.
Responsibility and honor. Was never practiced by the forefathers.
call me the anti Christ. Anti American is that nice?
I'm not I swear its true. So next time you ask me how I feel just know it was you who greased the wheel.
I can only tell you how I feel.
The day they asked my opinion is the day they ostracized me. Don't ask a boy who is half Japanese how he feels about war.
Crucifix Mar 2015
So sick of fighting the personal war. Like swimming never to see the shore. No I'm not *******, because I'm not four. I'm venting because my best friend is the door.
the one that's slammed in my face, every friend from every place. I don't exist there is no trace. Like no one loved me in the first place.
every connection I've ever had has always ended so ******* bad.
If this is my war god I understand. If not please lend a hand.
Maybe a love or just a friend someone to be there at the end. To say: "I knew this boy, he was ok."
If I die before I wake, I'd rather not be gods mistake.
Loneliness kills everything trust me I know. I really hope everyone who reads this can reach out. A friend you haven't seen in a while. A lost love. The kid crying in the hall. Anyone. Just let them know they exist.
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.
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