I am twenty-one and live in Colorado Springs. I was born in California, and greatly miss the beach. I do not enjoy being land-locked, though the mountains and wildlife within my radius do provide good photography opportunities.
My greatest passions are music
+ more bio informationTHE DARK PRINCEI. He sat alone, so late the hour,Outside, the leaves, flowers and lake,Not one tremble, stir or quake,The stars then began to wane and cower,Beckoning the moon's new awesome power,Lost shadows below, did convulse and shakeII. The moon did smile, the stone-cast tomb,The webs of angels, breathe silver tears,Murk... More..
Madden me, will you,And teach me to hate,Your eyes are so cold,And label me fate,But you do not own,What you cannot see,So help me uncover,The lies that are me,Do I love pain, no,I fear what you stole,My hopes grow more dim,By my saddened soul,You loan me your candle,To see this dark place,My stomach then twisted,On seeing th... More..
Oh, to feel so pure,So wickedly deceiving,Yet so sincere,And carnivorously impeding,The anger may rise,And we tense, though in fear,To a sickening demise,Raw sensations so queer,Why must we hide,What we lustfully take,To emptily reside,In our own shallow wake,For this is the sin,The cardinal flaw,To steal one within,And lie f... More..
I wait not for breaking dawn,As night's cool breath wanes,I justify her sweet remains,I care not of shadows on the lawn,All I see is quite mundane,Now view my desk in silver glow,The moon above shone unsung tales,From my notes, 'The heart that fails,Now poisons itself as arteries grow,From crimsoned veins to serpants' tails,H... More..
Oh how you've fallen,Disgracing your name,Oh how you've fallen,So restless yet tame,Gaze on the wicked,And whisper your prayer,For now having fallen,Your god is not there,Cry to the heavens,You're not to return,Fly to the stars,And perhaps you shan't burn,Sit higher than god,To avoid his cold stare,As he pacifies your soul,To... More..
Do you realise it hurts,As you fall from high,Do you notice the cold,When the storm passes by,I feel much sorrow,Does my loathing bring the rain,I am fleeting emotion,Never I asked for a name,The dew that now trickles,A lone, widening path,Does kiss the wicked,A self-righteous bath,Is that what you do,To toy with me so,You kn... More..
Todd
Colorado Springs, Colorado US
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