The Stylized representation,
of this hallow muscular organ,
Perplexes minds upon the brink of insanity,
The reflected image of a shape
...
I'm the angel sent to protect you.
Watching your life through closed eyes,
I watch and observe.
Such a delicate creature of beauty,
...
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?
...
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,
...
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,
...
My first taste of betrayal,
was one to not be forgotten,
Betrayed by the one whom was the one I could confide,
Ripping at the sewn bits of my heart....
...
Crimson eyes awaken,
as the smell of blood arouses,
I lie in turmoil wondering what has been,
yet I already know.....
...
I tried to hide, yet you found me their everytime,
I tried to run, yet I was always three steps behind,
Innocence upon touch has been taken away,
Thought of as nothing, I'm slowly fading away,
...
love is magic
but magic is an illusion
So is the heart shrouded in a lie,
when love enters it?
...
I sleep by my love,
Holding her close.
Feeling the beat of her gentle heart.
...
Bow before the insolence...
death do I provoke?
A flame upon your fire,
an eternal flame burns within all these scarlet remnants.
...
In the blood of the empty, I do seek a wholeness,
A self worth, that my meager Crimson cannot fill,
A hole within my chest,
where the organ of love should reside,
...
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,
...
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,
...
Rise up from the ashes of a burned love.
Resurrect your heart, to not make it whole,
Just enough to keep you alive,
Let your Crimson flow through the ashes of a once whole heart,
...
At dawn this song of love is sung,
A sweet Serenade carressing, a beauties eardrum,
Lost within the sweeness of this melody,
we slowly slip in and out of reality,
...
I cringe when I think about it:
a life without her,
Unbearable, disturbing,
life would cease,
...
</>A proclamation of this self- glorification,
A deemed god among the minds of the mindless,
Occult like worship they dost bow,
By the lifes of the holy self proclaimed,
...
Upon death I wake,
upon face, a fake smile I immitate,
madness past the average,
I laugh at such sanity,
...
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. Thank you for stopping by my page. Whoever's reading this, have a wonderful day/night.)
Heart
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.
wow what beautiful poems you have written filled with heart felt words and passion well done Crimson
Amazing! I love your work its so full of raw emotion and its so depp I love it! <3
i love your inspiration habit just keep it up baby girl cos, i love your poem so much, because it make me remember my past life, pls do me a favour and send me daily inspirational awesome poem to my email adeojo50@yahoo.com thanks.I LOVE YOU.
Crimson Love, you are a kind and insightful poet with love and darkness in your heart. Poetry flows through your veins, as does your talent. I find it amazing that each of your poems can leave me feeling touched and inspired, not many things can. In your words I find truth, in your words I find beauty. I love your works and yourself dark yet loving, kind yet blunt. Your life is a poem - even your biography is a poem in itself.
love is like a red heart between two peoples, but when the red heart became black that means the heart is breaking in two parts.One for the male and one for the female that was in love.
Inspired by Crimson Love Crimson Love... My Dearest Most specail poetess New freind I personally Thank You for your most loveing words Recently Inspired by you and no one else could truely do Crimson Love.... Dearest poetess friend i would like to thank you for this new desire that you brought forth with more fire Fire now aflame more and all is from you and your poems that i adore For many days that i will spend i will always write poems to the end from now and always to then Crimson Love Was truely inspired by you but theres nothing i can do To repay you back but through these words of rhyme until the day that i die Wrote what i felt for this perfect poetess and yet still feels like theres more to say! Feeling like only her and i know whats in these lines itself are meant. But still something in my soul says theres much more... just cant name it yet ^.^
Most treasured poetess that could ever live! Must keep her poems alive and to speak to millions! Greatess poet that i have ever seen and read from Writes her treasured poems from her heart and from own experiences that others could relate to ~Bella
I congratulate with loud cheers on her completing 250 poems at the tender age of 6 and ten! With age on her side - she is cute damsel but with poetry on her side - she is stalwart. Holy moly! Holy-dooly! Crimson Love is awe-inspiring poetess. There is also a friend in her - a time tested one. Further she is an amber, blue-moon stone, a Kohinoor diamond, a ruby, a pearl............ Oh, Harry and Larry! Oh, Gary and Mary! Tom and Jerry read the poems this JUNIOR EMILY DICKINSON!
crimson love great humanity, great heart, great love, great colour, great painter, great poet, and great human being. thank you, crimson love......