Will you be my Crimson Juliet?

Blow on cold winds, your snowy airs,
Remove from man the warmth of cares.
Dance by grey clouds, this blackened night,
You've met a man who knows no fright.

A man who loves the tempest roar,
And drinks the brine from raging shores.
Who swims alone in white capped seas,
And never ounce stoops to his knees.

I am he of whom I boost,
Satan alone with me will toast.
For I know god is just a lie,
And man stays dead whene'er he dies.

At night I wait beside the quiet lake,
where we ounce walked and laughed as lover's do.
And by each star this silent prayer i make,
That I might spend my future years with you.

But you don't know the man whose standing here,
My name I've kept as secret as the night.
For my name may sound vulgar to your ear,
And my face may be a canker in your sight.

Still, I stand here waiting all alone,
Hoping to hear your footsteps on the path.
Afraid that when you see this face you've known,
You'll turn away in anger, or you'll laugh.

Man is a prisioner, when his hearts in love,

And accepts the pain that he must take.

So long as he can hope in the stars above,

He'll wait for you, besides this quiet lake

I wrote this when i met the most amazing girl.
so this is for you ani.


If you gaze out of your window,
In the middle of the night.
You will see the moon is crying,
And it doesn't shine so bright.

It could be that its lonely,
From being up so high.
Or perhaps it's very tired,
From its trip across the sky.

But I would gladly change places,
Though the moons' so far away.
For then I'd always see you,
At the close of every day.

Knowing that you miss me,

Makes me a lucky guy.

But on the day you leave me,
Like the moon, you'll see me cry.

Current Mood: sad

We do not truly lose this man,
That our eyes dont plainly see.
But in our heart, mind, and soul,
Forever he will be.

Mourning for the lose of sight,
That our heart aches to see.
But gaining endless thoughts,
Of Happiness with thee.

Our visions slowly fading,
But our thoughts are growing strong.
Caressed with happiness from him,
From this we cannot go wrong.


I know its not the best poem but when i wrote it it was the day i realized he died and i was way too upset.
I was going out with kelsey reynolds and i got really close with her family. when this happened it hurt so much because it felt like i was losing a father figure.

Current Mood: depressed

This Stubborn Pain I feel
From the darkest depth of my soul
Brings out the worst in myself
Until death for me toll

What an empty life I've led,
Through the hollow eyes of dole,
Sets a path of broken Sorrows,
Led by a dark deep soul.