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
+ more bio informationExhausted by these games I feel like a blubbering drone In one head it is one way but in words 'tis another Am I really angry or am I just tired? These hands of mine shake and tremble revealing everything and nothing at all. I am shut off like a forgotten box in the attic, it holds treasures but must be opened by the right p... More..
I looked online at first out of boredom. I wasn't 21 years old yet so I couldn't really go out to meet someone new. I thought I would never meet anyone until one day I started im'ing a guy who lived about an hour from me. I talked to him for about 6 months before I finally went to meet him. It was kind of awkward to see him ... More..
Do you drink coffee? Chances are that you do. In a country where time is always a factor and there never seems to be enough of it to go around. People no a days are running though life. We are in such a rush we forget to take the time to take care of ourselves. I do not drink coffee. Here are a few reasons why. Coffee is a s... More..
How can it be so lonely, In a world full of people? How can there be no indivualism, in a world as diverse as ours? How can America have race wars, when we are all immigrants? How can there be so much ignorance, in the smartest nation in the world? Why does no one really listen, it's all fake nods and grins. When did the ide... More..
All I did was try to save you, from the bottomless pit you were falling into. To keep you from the cold jail cell, and the harsh reality of the streets. I gave you my trust, my heart and my mind. I gave you the life you grew to cherish, until you could cherish it no longer, until you took it for granted, Until one day everyt... More..
The Lizard King as some might say to me, a man way before his time. Beautiful and carefree, so concered with life, to appreciate death. Someone who believed in tranquility, sexuality and exploring limits. Hiding behind his music, was a leader. A leader of revolution, a leader of everything he did. People love to critize what... More..
Her eyes flash like lightening, telling stories you will never hear. Her hands so small and yet so capable. Her skin so radiant and young, flesh collaborated by the gods. Her smile is not often but can turn anyones mood in an instant. Her voice like that of a mother, soothing her young. Her mind is always running, never stop... More..
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 a... More..
Last night I dreamt about my grandmother. She was so happy to see me. She kissed me and acted like everything was alright, like she always did. I saw it in her eyes that she was surprised to see me. She pulled me close and gave me a big hug. I cried. How can love lost hurt so much? How can it be that I see her years later in... More..
When I reach out for help there is none available like a phone without a cord... when theres no one to talk to and no one to help me I hold my feelings inside it hurts more to not be able to tell you all the things I think we could do all the places we could go all the things we could accomplish together If you could know ho... More..
Cris
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