Biography of Joseph Cross
To describe Me is to describe insanity, for most of my poetry is based on that theme, which coincidentally was never my original intention. Allow me to simply say that chaos is the key to interesting life. Boredom is overrated, and so I surround myself with interesting people, the ones I can relate to, to find inspiration. Religion also plays a very influential part in my lifestyle.
Joseph Cross Poems
I''m in love and I don't know why, In love with someone who doesn't love me. Not in that way at least. She will never love me that way.
Memories like shattered mirrors lying on the floor, I can't seem to make it in this empty house any more, My sanity is leaving as the days are passing by, And all this time alone has always kept me wondering why.
To a girl with a heart of gold, From a boy with a heart of stone. I know you may think little of me, And of my life you know even less,
A Rose And It's Thorn
A rose and a thorn, Together are born. One in beauty, The other in scorn.
I once looked on her, With blinded gaze. Tortured by beauty, And fearful from love.
Beyond The Veil
Beyond the veil, there is a land Of naught but pain and sorrow, Filled with all the loved ones lost, Their hearts and spirits borrowed.
Withered And Wasted
The love that I felt in so many ways, The talks that we shared for so many days, The feelings I had are no longer in place, They are withered and wasted away.
Could it be that we in life do not see, That roller coaster on which we ride? And yet, at times such as these, We feel the track peak,
Within these veins, flows blood so pure, yet I still feel so insecure. Beyond the land, beyond the sea, there is no way I could be free. I try to find my own way out, But that isn’t what my life is about. It’s here for love, faith, and trust, not searching through nails, broken glass, and rust.
Slowly turning on a dime, Rushing madly through space and time. Falling through water, walking on air, This is my life and my despair.
One two three, three two one, All is coming undone, in this life we lead, Through amusement parks and fire sparks, Train wrecks and tragedies.
Raven, raven black as night, It darkens my doorstep and the corners of my heart, Opal feathers spread amongst the coals of a dying fire. One shining eye in the back of my mind,
Quietly creeping, I stole away, Into the darkness of my heart. I took but a book, blank as my face, And pen to write my thoughts.
Lying To Live
Lying to live and living to lie, Watching the days pass by and by, Passion and pain, deception and doubt, And so my life goes on.
Within these veins, flows blood so pure, yet I still feel so insecure.
Beyond the land, beyond the sea, there is no way I could be free.
I try to find my own way out, But that isn’t what my life is about.
It’s here for love, faith, and trust, not searching through nails, broken glass, and rust.
I’ve fought my demons and faced my fears, and yet I’ve waited all these years
For this stress to let up.
So, on I go through the valley of pain, trying to see light through the pouring rain,