http://slow.writerscafe.org/Crosscasket The original writings of author Crosscasket en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776051809 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I was borneTo be givenA meaninless lifeA life ruled byNot happiness and loveOnly hate and regretWhen I was borneDeath started his strideDown the dark tunnelOf a pathetic lifeAll the while heSharpened his scythe As life playedHer darkened gameOf fiery chessOnly the l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Crosscasket/2906237/ When my darkest dayIs my brightest night Only the broken mirrorWill show true sightThrough a horrible dreamIn a wonderful nightmareThe mirrors shards sharedA key to the true way http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Crosscasket/2798692/ When my darkest dayIs my brightest nightOnly the broken mirrorWill show true sightThrough a horrible dreamIn a wonderful nightmareThe mirrors shardA key to true way http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Crosscasket/2064137/ I was just writing thoughts down and I have no idea how it ended up as a poem. So it's probably not very good and if you have any suggestions to make it better comment them and I'll rewrite it. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Crosscasket/2031786/ I look at my life and saw Heaven and HellTelling me to love and ending up aloneStarting the Black MarriageWhere you're the only one Both angels and demonsThey are watching from Heaven and HellWatching as you say your values http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Crosscasket/2031220/ It looks at me like I'm destructionStarting wars and causing death all overI look into it and see the world's damnationAll in the mirror's imaginationOnly to see the world's salvation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Crosscasket/2031205/ Angels and demons living inside of meThe mirror on the wallAlways showing both to meNever telling which one is the real meSilent mirror showing love or hateThat will save or destroy or meStill I always allMirror Mirror on the wallAngel or demon love or hateWhich one is the real me http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Crosscasket/2031106/ The layout of this poem was inspired by In This Moment's song Blood. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Crosscasket/2030909/ To all the wonderful people in my life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Crosscasket/2030905/ Bright light and shining hopeForgiving grace to all our livesBook of life written throughout time Shows mercy to allTo which should be denied http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Crosscasket/2030903/ This one is about my life http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Crosscasket/2030902/ Angels flight through angels graceSaving light in protecting graceBloody grace now in dying lightWhat was once in lightNow lies in blooded shadowsAll fall into the shadowed grace http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Crosscasket/2030896/ How I feel about my life and soul http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Crosscasket/2030895/ On my brightest day in my darkest nightMy souls angels and devilsFight a war for their livesThrough its blood and gore Inside my hate and loveMy souls angels and devilsAll disappear in my dying light http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Crosscasket/2030821/ Its a poem about how our own darkness. Makes us want to never cry. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Crosscasket/2030296/ Magic showed me all truthNever telling that truthWas filled with lies, loneliness, and painIt showed the brightness and loveNever showing the true pain that it had causedIts holocaust, slaughter, and killingsNever the innocent being brutally murderedFor a crime that was never theirsNever told just b.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Crosscasket/1453879/ Like a sweet smelling elixir they save usThey surround us and there when we need themFriends they are, and I have manyTwo more I gained in a sacred placeJust like the others I couldn’t imagine life withoutthem http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Crosscasket/1278949/  The darkness of the worldIt continuously feeds the sin inside ofmeMy sin feeds on the darkness like it’s afree buffetAnd no matter how hard I try to get riditThe darkness still remains http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Crosscasket/1278946/ Voices areyelling about my darkest deedsThey never letforget what I have doneThey love totell me that I will repeat them once again My voices tellabout the light I haveThey yell thatit is false and will never be trueThough I know the light is true  &n.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Crosscasket/1278932/ The gunshots that went off all around us, sounding like thetrumpets Hell. The screams of two different armies as they were torn apart bybullets and land mines, sounded like a satanic opera of Hells glory. I sat onthe ground, hearing all of this, knowing I should be up there fighting besidemy.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/Crosscasket/1018023/