All of the writings previously posted are quite outdated, and were written when I was 16. Please excuse the grammatical, and somewhat adolescent nature of the pieces. Try not to judge me to harshly. I've contemplated their deletion, but I've decided, they're part of the person, I used to be. They're the past, and I've grown from that. I might jot down a few thoughts from time to time, I might even post them. I guess we'll see.
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Crimson Love Poems
The Stylized representation, of this hallow muscular organ, Perplexes minds upon the brink of insanity, The reflected image of a shape
The Crimson Prince
The Crimson Prince, better than that of charming, seducing women, without even trying, Why do they love me, when I am so unlovable? can they see crimson pain, beaded upon my blade?
A kiss of Death.
Death kisses me, Sucking the oxygen from my lungs, A kiss so deadly, It can only be felt once, A kiss of death so seductive, You'll never come back, You get a taste of what can be, you get a taste of what you lack,
Whisper's Of The Heart
When Love I bestow, it shall be upon thee, My love like my life are yours, can't you see? Your love more valuable than anything to me, Your beautiful smile,
A Distant Love
I'm the angel sent to protect you. Watching your life through closed eyes, I watch and observe. Such a delicate creature of beauty,
A Gentle Heart
I sleep by my love, Holding her close. Feeling the beat of her gentle heart.
Crimson eyes awaken, as the smell of blood arouses, I lie in turmoil wondering what has been, yet I already know.....
A Crimson Flame
Bow before the insolence... death do I provoke? A flame upon your fire, an eternal flame burns within all these scarlet remnants.
Kick Boxing Is A Way Of Life
Broken Dreams are made upon failure, You never give up until your final breath, You keep fighting, even if it means your death, Boxing isn't just fighting, Its a way of life,
A Lover's Embrace
Lets get lost in each other, Letting the world around us fall apart, But staying whole within my arms, A lovers embrace...Is there anything better?
I cringe when I think about it: a life without her, Unbearable, disturbing, life would cease,
Sick is only a word, I've used to only collect, depressed dust, my small remnants,
The Illusion Of Love
love is magic but magic is an illusion So is the heart shrouded in a lie, when love enters it?
Loving the same sex
Loving the same sex, So beautiful so right, Lost in this neverending night, Lost within my own desires, she dost bestow a kiss upon lusty lips,
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The Stylized representation,
of this hallow muscular organ,
Perplexes minds upon the brink of insanity,
The reflected image of a shape
you deem worthy to call love,
In actuality is the deformed muscle
filled with nothing but such blood,
No love abides in such a desolate place....
The mind holds love,
Not that of a deformed organ.