by Chrissy

crucify ourselves

I don’t know how some people meet once and never again

delete love like typos

it is a constant pain to love

the person who loves you back

who is somewhere in the sea.

i almost died and every time

i’m scared, i shatter inside.

certain songs make me cry

like a fucking baby, like the ones

you sent me.i never give up

but you

you never give up on me

i’m not 33, those years came and went

i have some numbness in my hand now

spent the day in the hospital

watching a loved one slowly die

and now going back for more

show the kids how death decides us

show my heart what love is inside of us.

you make it all better when they come

after me,

with lies and jealousies,

with hate and envy

you see me for more than a shade of plum

beauty that ultimately becomes ashes

and a thousand year old soul.

take me to that place

you begged me to go to

even if it does not exist.

somewhere in the photo

in the deep parts of my ocean

you float with me

and shut the door

to crucify me

against the wall

to kiss my tears

and bury your head

in the curve of my collarbone.

 

photo : Ryan Muirheadimage

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28 thoughts on “crucify ourselves”

  7. The work moves into the realm “beyond good and evil” in the sense of leaving behind the traditional morality which Nietzsche subjects to a destructive critique in favour of what he regards as an affirmative approach that fearlessly confronts the perspectival nature of knowledge and the perilous condition of the modern individual.

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    1. Thank you for your perspective and opinion. If my poetry delves into those realms so touched to hear it. I don’t think of any of that when I write, but at the back of my mind there is a constant micro vs macro ideology of how my fights can be compared to society’s. The constant battle of modern life, technology and circumstances and how we can abuse or learn from this knowledge.

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  8. The music , love ! Chrissy , your “thousand year old soul ” has a way of speaking thru poetry that continues to grace the paths I travel in such a stunning and breathtaking way …love and blessings , megxxx

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