These are two poems that I've written. One is titled, the other is not. If any of you are familiar with the website Poems at the Poetry Showcase (www.everypoet.net) and you recognize these poems, don't freak and report me. I AM the author of these poems, ThinBlood666 (Don't ask about the name. xD Kind of a long and silly story) Here they are.

~Untitled~

Like in a mirror,
Or in a book,
We only see at what we look.
The hidden cries
And secret sighs
And things that we feel
When our love dies;
They shall stay forever
Behind our reflection,
Beneath the page,
Beyond detection.

~Gl*censored* and Wine~

This place possesses a strange sort of shine;
my little world of gl*censored* and wine.
No shadow behind me,
no life before me,
what is there more for me here?

But the gate has closed,
that much I can see,
and so now I stare at this world before me.

The ground is smooth,
the color of sand;
no hills or gr*censored*.
It seems to be made of some sort of gl*censored*.

The sky is blue,
the color of oxygen-less blood
as it beats through my veins
in this world with no life.
No stars speckle its vastness
and I wonder if this world ever changes
with its everlasting fastness?

The moon up above
seems to shine with a fragile light;
it shimmers like the wings of a wounded dove
and holds a sinister spite.

To my left
rising above me,
rearing their heads
stand enormous monoliths
like tributes to the dead.

Their faces are black
and emptier than the void
that rises above my front
and at my back.

Laid like a fence,
in a perfect line,
I think this is the edge
of my little world of gl*censored* and wine.

And running between them,
finishing this landscape,
flows a river of red.
Its shores are not solid,
nor set firm in the ground,
for it slithers and slides
like a snake I'd found
before this mess,
before this time,
before this lifeless world of gl*censored* and of wine.

There is no sound
and there is no time;
for now there are only these few things.
A soundless void,
an empty sky,
the wounded moon,
the monoliths,
and the red river.

For now there is only stillness of time
and this strange sort of shine
that seems to cover my little world
of Gl*censored* and Wine.

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Questions, comments and criticisms are welcome. Just be polite. Negative, I can handle. In fact, negative things just give you new platforms to build onto your skills.

Rude, however, I do NOT like and I will not be nice to you if you aren't nice to me. =3 Fair? So. Read, tell me what you think. Please.

And don't steal my work. Please. I hate people who steal an artist's work and call it their own. This, also, will cause me to be very unfriendly towards you. But other than that, I'm generally nice and don't bite. So, like I said, criticize me all you like. Just don't be mean. =3