Author: chris

Serenity

What the hell, this can’t be right;This peace I surely cannot feel.Serenity does not seem real,But keeps me, still, through the night. When I forget that old lie,The cold, dark fear that holds my heart,Let go, surrender, that’s the start. I feel; I know; what means why. I feel love, but still I fight. It’s […]

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Life Is Beautiful

Having seen a father dieThat his son might live,It is now clear; I must tryThis great gift to give.To share mine with another,A bond now so true,As I’ve shared with a brotherNow I share with you.From this union, there shall spring,Through a sacred dance,A new life, a human being.Now He has a chance.

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Poetry

All are one, but one’s too many;I know this isn’t enough.Life and love ought to be plenty,But what if you call my bluff?These words are cheap, I mass-produceThe lines, I feel each one true.However, to write seems no useI don’t want to bullshit you. Fuck it; I’m tired of this poetry shit any goddamned way.

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Friendships

So many, so shallow, so often, These are the lives we makeTo ease, to scorn, to spite, to soften The pain of each days wake. But these, too, are sure to not suffice If they are so heartless. A longer plot, though it lacks the spice, In truth lights the darkness. Do it right; do […]

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Stop

It was a beautiful fall evening in the small Midwestern city, and the wind blew just enough to rustle the browning leaves against each other in the trees, making the song that only they could make. Their numbers continued to lose strength incessantly, adding to the strength of the scurrying leaves in the streets. Soon […]

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Relatively Speaking

It’s the worst I’ve ever been through,But I’m not through it yet.Though I feel the presence true, I see it as a threat.The road traveled by so few Is lost to new regret.I sense a feeling new,And all I do is fret.I know I truly know you, Although we’ve never met.Eyes of such a low […]

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Smile

Smile…and the whole worldsmiles with you. I’d love to love, but I’mnot sure; whocould deserve this love and still requite? Or accept the gift withoutkilling its light? Does such a marveltruly exist? Or should my desire beoutright dismissed? They say the processbegins inside; I fear I’ve lost it, andnow I’ve lied. My self forsaken in […]

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The Coffee Tastes So Good

The major draw to such locale is to boost our lacking in morale. Inspiring truth and heartfelt prose, the brew is fresh and it surely shows us how to live and stay on the path, forsaking myths and “Godly” wrath. Taking life as we see fit, trudging through the grime and grit. More will be […]

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Greek Life

I was quite surprised last Friday to learn that Bradley University holds classes on Labor Day. Prior to my arrival at Bradley this year, I planned my trip home for the Labor Day weekend, including the arrival back to Peoria on Monday, 6 September, as opposed to Sunday, 5 September. Much to my dismay, I […]

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Hate

I have been living on the Bradley University campus for just under a week now. Up until this evening, I have been satisfied with the overall experience. I can smoke in my dorm room, I have decent access to food, and the classes are not too far away. The weekend life was something about which […]

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