These are all pages from my poetry book that I've started to write in, affectionately called "The Death Note". So I hope no one has a name that I've written in it.
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But all the humor aside, these are short poems that I write when the muse strikes me. They are all poems written on the spot and uneditied. They may seem really emo and shit like that but its just a snapshot of the thoughts running through my head at the time. Enjoy, feel free to comment, and critique.

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Choices set before me , oh so tempting tis true
All those tempting things set before me by my beloved, You
Devil in disguise with an angel's eyes
Like Lucifer with tongue of finest silver
Paint me into a corner, condemn me to a personal hell.

Devious words full of lush promise
What to do, what to do?
You wiley devil you
You simply smirk and watch me fall from grace

The only obvious sign of enjoyment?
The unadulterated joyous grin on your deviously beautiful face
Now with you in the pits of hell
Ever fallen down a never ending well

Trapped, trapped for all eternity
With nothing but sinful pleasure laid out before me


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Left behind in a tempting tempest,
lost in a sensual storm.
Trapped with the strongest silk ribbons
Strung up by Invsible strings
To dance like a puppet in a demented dream.

Here before me lie to roads,
One, with you down the path of righteousness.
The other, down a path of sensual sin.
The Flames of Perdition dance at my feet.
I dance like a mad man down the road with my mind filled with him.

So close yet so far away
Skin touches Skin and yet,
It's as if were universes apart
Will I ever have him?
Will I ever be able to proclaim,
with out guilt or greed?

Can it ever just simply be
You, I and "He"?

***

I don't know what to do lost in a sea of sorrow without you.
Battering waves, of loss and pain.
Lost at sea,
Never to be found again.

Sunk to the bottom after years and years
All the way to Davy Jones' locker
Oh dear, oh dear
Here in the Murky Deep

My only company? Deathly Silence
Not a peep...
Eons and ages pass,
I still miss you...

I can only wonder, how you are?
Up above me, under bright blue sky.
Do you reminesce and cry?
Because you dream, as I of days gone by?

Atleast your free,
From this abyssal prison.
I'll never be free,
Love again, or even die.

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Ive pushed myself right off the edge,
into the abyss
seven days without you starting today,
working then, 'coming home'.

Life will change, maybe I need it?
Seven days of spiritual isolation,
Lost in thought,
Lost in meditation.

A week without the man who wrote the map of my life.
Without support my foundation,
Ill fall like The Wall of Jericho.
I'll be discombobulated, disoriented, dishearened, and defeated.

But one must know failure before sucess.
So for a week of my ife I will hone the blade of my soul
To cut through the wicked bamboo forest of my personality
A week to clear the clutter, a week to make or break myself.

A week that truly may be my last chance.