My name is Kristofer Aldridge but you may truly learn about me through my posts.
If you only look at the bleak darkness of the world you will only feel coldness. If you only look at the brilliant light of the world you will be unable to see the pain of others.
Their once was a king who ruled over China. Falling in love with a commoners child, days fell by marrying the girl. Every day he basked her in gifts and entertainment. Yet it was not fated to last.
Sight fades into black Touch becomes blind The heart that once burned now frozen in time. As love dies. Can you hear it.
No matter what religion you belong to, never close your eyes to the world.
A calming wave of wind flows through the air. Trees of pure green sparkling in dazzling sunlight. Smells of ever blossoming roles intoxicate the senses. Here in the forest of life.
For the sun is up, and all is not well as i lay my head on a pillow of hell. But do not cry for i shall never die. So long as your cool heart is mine.
"Your a blank, nothing more, nothing less, but do not cry for that blankness is just waiting for color" Mask.
The life of love only burns as brightly as the kindled flames of the two's soul." Mask.
Roses of blood Violets of tears All is not well When death is near.
Im back though i doubt most care but anyways expect more from me ^W^.
Dance, just keep dancing in the ballad of life. The skies burning in human rage, bullets piercing the bodies of now carcasses. Children crying, mothers dying, and fathers declaring war.
Blood dripped down her wrists, her tears staining her porcelain face. Soul tugged, and ripped inside, my eyes looking at the girl I could not save.
Men have walked on the moon, have made devices called impossible by many in the past. Do not let the word impossible stop you, because while humans wings are not seen they are there.
Life cannot exist without death. Given a unseen clock of expiration. Pains and sorrow lie in wake of the sun. Realize the happiness of today, breath in warmth, and embrace your loved ones.
Never forget the ones who's life was taken, but do not stop living. Never forget the past loves you have felt, but do not lose sight of your quest to your true soul mate.
This is not involving religion in truth this applies to every religion, every ethic group, basically everything. Things we cannot do as humans, so here they are :).
Death and blackness why do they go together. Darkness is neither lonely nor is it even evil. It is misunderstood but when darkness covers the lands you can see others beauties shine so much better.
She was magnificent, she always had been ever since the day I saw her at my father’s funeral.
I am god Bored of everlasting knowlege,knowing all before hand stuck like watching a mystery movie you have already watched over,and over.
Life is a brutal hole were sea’s are filled with crimson sins. As night was snuffed out by light it hid inside my body. Its rot infesting my body, devouring my soul.
Death is all i see. As screams of sorrow heard from the decaying skin hung lossely on the tortured. Death is all i see. The Warriors of the past implaing each other with bone javelins.
I promised to defend you, your honor etched into my badge. I promised you to stay humane even when blood of another stains my hands.
It used to be so black, my heart stained with its sickly colors truly more dead then living. It used to be so wet my eyes so filled with ptormented tears, blood replacing water exhausted its resource.
Can love exist alone. Love can ethier be good, or bad. Its good when the love you feel towards another person is embraced and cherished.
Please love me, your name etched into my heart. I understand im not the prince that lives inside the castle in your heart. Im no knight, my armor made of rusted metal drenched in old tears.
Lay her body down. My love so beautiful that even death cries for her its sickly stain keeping the decay away. Tears fall from the sky as my soul pours from the mirror of our emotion. Can you feel it.
Eyes burn with passion A muse talking to my soul, my soul forcing my hands to type these words. Premonitions, theories, thoughts, revolution all pouring onto my papers.
My love is on the broken wings of a fallen angel. Her tears dropping on the soft ground as flowers blossom beside her though not to cheer her up, but to take joy in her misery.