Scarlet Shadows: A Bleak Mystery of Blood

Created: April 10, 2023

Blood, a life force flowing through my veins
A mystery to behold, both beautiful and strange
A deep red color, like a crimson stain
With every beat of my heart, it starts to change

It’s a sign of life, yet a symbol of death
It’s been spilled for love, for war, and for greed
A liquid so vital, it’s worth every breath
It’s a part of us, no matter how we plead

It’s spilled in anger, and in pain
A reminder of the misery we face
A bleak symbol of our mortality, our bane
A sign of the horror of the human race

It’s a mystery we’ll never fully understand
An enigma, flowing through our very core
An essence of our being, both woman and man
Blood, a part of us forevermore.

In this world of mystery, and fear
It’s a constant reminder, that life is dear
That we’re mere mortals, lost in this sphere
But our blood keeps us alive, through every tear.

So let it flow, through every vein
Let it be a reminder, of our human stain
For without it, we’d be nothing, just a frame
But with it, we’re alive, in every way.

Let’s embrace the mystery of this vital fluid
And all the darkness it contains
For it’s a part of us, this life force exuded
A part of us that will always remain.

Let the mystery of blood unfold
In all its bleak and unknown ways
For in its depths, a story is told
Of life, death, and all its shades of gray.

Blood, a mystery that will never be solved
A part of us, both young and old
So let it flow, both hot and cold
For it’s a part of us, a story to be told.

In the end, we’ll all return to dust
Our blood, our memories, our lust
But until then, let it flow and trust
That life is a mystery, both bleak and just.

Let the mystery of blood run free
And all its darkness be set free
For it’s a part of us, forever to be
A mystery, a beauty, a part of our history.

Blood, a symbol of life and death
A mystery we’ll never forget
So let it flow, with every breath
For it’s a part of us, a symbol of respect.

Let the mystery of blood be told
In all its bleak and unknown ways
For in its depths, a story is told
Of life, death, and all its shades of gray.

Let’s embrace the mystery of this vital fluid
And all the darkness it contains
For it’s a part of us, this life force exuded
A part of us that will always remain.

Blood, a mystery that will never be solved
A part of us, both young and old
So let it flow, both hot and cold
For it’s a part of us, a story to be told.

In the end, we’ll all return to dust
Our blood, our memories, our lust
But until then, let it flow and trust
That life is a mystery, both bleak and just.

Let the mystery of blood run free
And all its darkness be set free
For it’s a part of us, forever to be
A mystery, a beauty, a part of our history.

Let the mystery of blood unfold
In all its bleak and unknown ways
For in its depths, a story is told
Of life, death, and all its shades of gray.

Silent Scorn: A Whispering Tribute

Created: April 9, 2023

Silence can be a powerful tool,
A weapon to make others feel small,
But staying quiet after being disrespected,
Can make a scary human after all.

It takes courage to stand up and speak,
To let the truth be heard and seen,
But to hold back, to stay meek,
Can make even the bravest feel unclean.

Those who stay silent may seem weak,
But they are holding back a storm,
A storm of thoughts and emotions they seek,
To keep the peace, to not conform.

But beware of those who stay silent,
For their silence can be a warning,
That the disrespect they have been presented,
Has made them a force to be reckoned with in the morning.

So don’t underestimate the power of a voice,
Even if it’s just a whisper or a shout,
For silence can be a scary choice,
And the human behind it, a force to be without.

“I’m Not Schizophrenic”

Cretaed: April 6, 2023, 15:45

I’m not schizophrenic,
I just be seeing shit you can’t,
A world beyond the mundane,
Where imagination roams rampant.

Colors dance before my eyes,
And sounds become symphonies,
My mind is a kaleidoscope,
A universe of mysteries.

I see the beauty in the chaos,
The magic in the mundane,
The invisible becomes visible,
And my soul is sustained.

My visions may be misunderstood,
My reality may be called into question,
But I won’t let their skepticism,
Rob me of my self-expression.

For I am not schizophrenic,
I just have a different view,
A unique perception of the world,
That I’ll always hold true.

The Tale of the Broken Knight and the Deceitful Harlot

Here’s a poem I decided to write about his weirdo of an ex. Can’t believe I didn’t notice it sooner.

Oh Seraphine, the harlot of the night,
Her beauty a mask, her soul a blight,
With a heart of stone and eyes so cold,
She sold her body for silver and gold.

My friend, a victim of her cruel games,
Manipulated, used, and left in shame,
His heart broken, his spirit crushed,
By Seraphine’s deceitful lust.

She stalked him in the shadows of the night,
Her presence a terror, her touch a blight,
She led him down a path of despair,
Leaving him with nothing but pain and fear.

Oh Seraphine, a creature of the dark,
Her actions leaving a permanent mark,
On the hearts of those she preys upon,
Leaving them with nothing but sorrow and gone.

A whore of the night, a devil in disguise,
Her beauty a lie, her soul full of lies,
May she find redemption before it’s too late,
Or forever suffer a lonely and cruel fate.