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Crucifix Nov 2015
A black knight rides, up my spine. Sticks his blade in my mind, then I'm told the fault is mine. That despair should take me heart and soul, and darkness may swallow me whole. Lose the arrow and take me where only hope fills the air.
Crucifix Nov 2015
The world matters. You matter. What you are doing is important. The life you live is important. What you believe in is important. Who you love, what you like. Who you are. Everything you have been through is important. Even if there is no sense to it. Its important.
Your friends matter, your hobbies. What you write here matters.
Because it is important to you, it is important to me. You matter to someone. Just know that.
Crucifix Oct 2015
Passing by you caught my eye, and the moment stayed a second more I herd your name witch I adore, adrift in dreams you visit me. A single fish in a stormy sea, I pray you hear my unconscious plea. Keep me from drowning in animosity, be not a atrocity.
Just say hello
Crucifix Oct 2015
My bones are broken yet intact. My head is heavy and my neck is snapped. The bed beckons to my shattered legs. Dreams fill me up and you wrap yourself around me I drift.
Crucifix Oct 2015
Painted faces in the halls, hanging at the Windows and the walls. Painted faces smiling at me. Tears behind wanting to be set free. Faces all lined up in a row looking but never seeing life below.
The wind picks up and beckons me somewhere I can where a face just for me.
Always be yourself.
Crucifix Oct 2015
The colors pop against the page. Thunderous frightening monsters lash, men in tights begins to clash, a thousand cities come crashing down. A thousand worlds end without a sound, bound by a comment goal to portray heroes and villains of old. To make them timeless, to tell our tale, of a simpler time of villains dark and heroes light.
Just a poem about my favorite medium.
Crucifix Oct 2015
66 thousand miles per hour. The earth spins on to its final hour, a million light years ahead of me. another bang a final shake stars above us all quake. What was our last mistake? As black matter fills my mind, as a dying light makes me blind. I pray for my salvation. A answer to this lifeless equation.
Sometimes I wonder.
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