Biography of Crimson Love
All of the writings previously posted are quite outdated, and were written when I was 16.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
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,
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,
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,
Betrayal Of Love
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....
A Gentle Heart
I sleep by my love, Holding her close. Feeling the beat of her gentle heart.
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.
The Illusion Of Love
love is magic but magic is an illusion So is the heart shrouded in a lie, when love enters it?
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
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,
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,
As my last Breath leaves my lips,
I can’t help but think of our first kiss,
So sweet, and full of passion,
Love was never lost, But Words were,
I couldn’t say anything, for I was mute to love.
Our bodies speaking what are mouths could not,
Lust growing ever more, no one to you could even compare,
Your beauty surpassing that of love so pure,
You gave me something, that would be my cure,