: About Me

Hello. I'm Cris. I'm 21. I like to write about the messed up things I'm thinking about the world today. My range is quite large because I don't try to write about certain topics, I just let it flow. So don't be surprised if I talk about "the sorrow of love lost" and then turn around and throw a "beauty of the earth" one at you. Let me know if you enjoy my poetry, it has been a passion of mine since way before I could make any sense of it. Thanks.

My passion is ...

poetry

I know too much about ...

redemption

My parents always told me ...

that I should write the president's speeches

My childhood ambition ...

to publish a poetry book

My favorite memory ...

discovering James Morrison's poetry

Why I write ...

to calm myself down, to expel all the things that keep me up at night

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

absolute slience that only an early morning can bring

My first job ...

cashier

My best moment ...

graduating high school a year before my class

My inspiration ...

life, death, and the doors in between

Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Religion

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That white light is now blinding me. Burning into my soul-less eyes. I desire too feel something...anything. I need an angel... Where are my wings? Who will be here to help these people, When they realize its all fictitious? The one who is ALL MIGHTY Will come to save our sorrowful souls in the end... Thats what I hear day after day, Its what I see in the eyes of sinners. When will they realize that we are forsaken? We are the chosen people, and we are alone. We were given free will and choice, We turned something beautiful into corruption. There is no real redemption, thats why there is c...

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