Hello again.

Hello people it has been a long time since i wrote anything in here 9 months or so man time sure flies by you when you're not looking.Well i haven't written anything since then on account of me just lacking inspiration to write if i do find my muse again ill post it here,so yeah i might not write as frequently as i did before but rest assured if you liked any of the thing i wrote follow my blog so you don't miss anything if i do post another one of em ,i am still waiting for people to ask for poems since it may help motivate me but hey no pressure.

Also my YouTube videos are gonna be on hold since this computer can no longer handle the pressure if i get a good gaming rig and stuff rest assure ill be back better than ever before i was thinking of re doing the games i did just to make em better quality since i realize they were less than i hoped they would be in audio and graphics is not the worst thing out there but yeah.

So in resume my YouTube videos are on hold till i get a better system don't know when that will be but rest assured i will let you know,and on account of lacking inspiration the poems may take a while to for but in the end i will keep writing also feel free to leave me request for poems that is all ill hopefully see you all soon again.

it's been a while but hey got another poem

right so work and other stuff weren't helping me these past few weeks to make a new poem but hey i finally got something good enough for me to put it up in here i hope you guys like it.

crimson

A small drop of crimson water falls.

After times past it grows.

It flows like a river.

The crimson pool en marks a silhouette.

A young mans life has been taken.

The human has lost too much of his crimson drops slowly draining his life.

He did not understand his senses were being lost.

He was surprised has he managed to see the crimson trace in the ground.

Has all that come from me? he thought to himself.

Later on he caught what seemed to be a large silhouette.

He lost consciousness, he awakes now astonished.

He was in an all white place. Is this heaven? he thought.

He looks to his side and a man dressed in white is by his side.

Indeed he was as he saw the great golden gates.

And his dead family waving their arms and saying come with us.

He seems confused, what had happened?

In the end the only thing he remembered was a great pool of crimson.

Flowing into the unknown.

 I do not condone or authorize the use of this poem on other sites or anyone claiming it as their own or any other uses you might think of.This only belongs to me the author Manuel A. Beltran..

Hey im back and so is this poem :)

Right so i am back this week and i hope you guys like this poem i wrote it a a long while ago and id say its not one of my favorites since i know i can do better but this is a good show of how my poems were way way before i hope you all like it enjoy.

Cry

The man who by chance I heard crying.
The man whom I saved from dying.
That man were he not forgetful.
Would be forever grateful.
For that man did not bleed as much.
As he bleed tears of regret.
When he killed the one who once saved him.
And now it is I who hopes by chance they hear crying

I do not condone or authorize the use of this poem on other sites or anyone claiming it as their own or any other uses you might think of.This only belongs to me the author Manuel A. Beltran..