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Posted: Fri May 20, 2005 9:07 pm
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 10:48 am
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 11:42 am
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The Red Horror (*smiles* lol)
I wake up to find the baby gone, Walking to the stairs I see nothing, I go to the stairs, Thinking my husband put him to bed before work, And see it, It is everywhere, Covering the walls the stairs, Blood! It covers everything, Running up the stairs, I follow the trail of blood, I turn into the nursery, It is destroyed, Everything is covered in blood, But wait, There he is, My baby, Sitting in the middle of the room with something in his hand, He is chewing something, 'Oh honey', I say, As I fish the ketchup lid out of his mouth.
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 11:43 am
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 12:15 pm
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DragonaMaster007 I have a heart as cold as ice... Being in the warmth for once, that would be nice.... All the pain, the lies, the guilt.... The destructive wasteland we have built. All the times you made me cry... I've always wondered: Why..? Why..? Why have you made such a horrible mess? You said you'd never think of me less... But now your gone, and that's not better... You've run away like an irish setter... I have a heart as cold as ice.... Being in the warmth for once... That would be nice... *smiles* very nice, kind of gets you wondering about all that stuff hu
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 3:03 pm
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 6:05 pm
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In the dark As i sit here in the dark willowing in sorrow i now wonder what pain and will come for tommarow, I sit here bleeding, im fading away, people said i was worthless and stupid early today, As i sit here thinking of what he said, I wrap my arm and go to bed, i wake i the morning and clean myself up, now i relize what i did was quite ******** up, i put on clean clothes and brush my hair, i relize that my life has given me quite a scare, i walk out into society, and everyone looks at me like thay have never seen me, theres a woman across the street and seems to see whats shes found, i step onto the street with happyness for the first time but later fing myself not making a sound, i look around at what had happined to me, the thing i last saw was that woman looking at...me
Like it or not...
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2005 6:53 pm
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 9:40 am
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Look at me Leave this reality Eat away your fear Make everything absolute when your hear Hesitate to breeth Too drowned in your love to descieve
My heart belongs to you This love is deathly true I yern to be numbed to this Too overjoyed with the purest bliss
Effects of the real world wash away We are the perfect display Saminosk
As I pass away the hours While laying on your grave I whisper to the flowers To the ground they are a slave Shadows cover roses Keeping them from bloom Through the door that never closes Death leads me to doom I've waited on her mercy To bring me back to you For life left nothing for me Once your life was through [/
lock myself inside head it is dark i try to find things i have never knew love, family, happiness, life everything that stays away avoiding me like plague i hide in shadows, hoping someone will notice me gone everyone walks by, never noticing i die in my head, and no one notices i decide to die in life, to see if anyone cares or notices i die from holding my breath, no one will ever care ------------------------------------------------------
i am falling faster and farther no one notices no one cares they say "hes so cheery and happy and crazy and stupid" no one notices that i am crying out for help i fall faster and faster til i finaly hit the ground! AND STILL NO ONE NOTICES OR CARES! ------------------------------------------------
the rain punds onto my thoughts discarding the way i feel decending onto the feelings of sadness, anger, anxiety compel me to say compel me to the brink of desertion the only thought of happiness is the thought of you
i cry in a corner of my mind looking for something looking for family nothing comes alone for hours then days then weeks
the blood runs cold through my veins oh so cold then the blood pours as the rain pounds ---------------------------
these are the good ones(to me) ----------------------------
in our sweet embrace ill be there forever for ill never forget the day you said "ill never leave your side" and now i stand alone you stand by another smiling and grining and im left weeping and sinning one day youll realize your mistake but far too late the nuse has long since tightened around my neck ----------------------------------------------------------
i cry a mournful sorrow sorrow so sad, it makes the toughest man weep weep for his life, his death, and his love i have but one love and that love is gone she cries when i near and when i am afar what do i do do i give up and say im sorry or do i stay and say im sorry i want to give her the world for that she deserves nothing less i want her to smile and feel alive but how do i do so i am dead and cold she made me alive but i am happy to know she not wants me dead nor a painful curse but instead to don a smile but how do you smile when you know what i know? i will smile, even its for my demise it will make me happy to know she is happy. -----------------------------------------------------
days have gone by since i last seen you but your presence still lingers bring a smile to my face and you never knowing it
I see you again but you werent you the joy behind the smile faded and you never knowing it
we fight hurting each other hurting each other more than last time and never knowing it
again days go by with no you but your presence still haunts me bringing nothing but tears to my eyes and you never knowing it
again i see you and you are you but i am not me and you never know it
i tell you all you have done and you listen to me as you always do
you tell me your sorry just like you always do and never knowing why i stick around
you will know it all today i love you...still
so now the only thing left is me never knowing why you stick around
theres just a few go to my journal if you want alot more
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 10:59 am
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((no i did not write this))
The Raven~ By Edgar Allen Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. " 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door; Only this, and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,. For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore, Nameless here forevermore.
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain Thrilled me---filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating, " 'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door, Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door. This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer, "Sir," said I, "or madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is, I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you." Here I opened wide the door;--- Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into the darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before; But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token, And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, Lenore?, This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, "Lenore!" Merely this, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning, Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than before, "Surely," said I, "surely, that is something at my window lattice. Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore. Let my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore. " 'Tis the wind, and nothing more."
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door. Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door, Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven thou," I said, "art sure no craven, Ghastly, grim, and ancient raven, wandering from the nightly shore. Tell me what the lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore." Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning, little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door, Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as "Nevermore."
But the raven, sitting lonely on that placid bust, spoke only That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour. Nothing further then he uttered; not a feather then he fluttered; Till I scarcely more than muttered, "Other friends have flown before; On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before." Then the bird said, "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, "Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is its only stock and store, Caught from some unhappy master, whom unmerciful disaster Followed fast and followed faster, till his songs one burden bore,--- Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore Of "Never---nevermore."
But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling, Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door; Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -- What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore Meant in croaking "Nevermore."
Thus I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl, whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch," I cried, "thy God hath lent thee -- by these angels he hath Sent thee respite---respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore! Quaff, O quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore!"
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!--prophet still, if bird or devil! Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate, yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-- On this home by horror haunted--tell me truly, I implore: Is there--is there balm in Gilead?--tell me--tell me I implore!" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil--prophet still, if bird or devil! By that heaven that bends above us--by that God we both adore-- Tell this soul with sorrow laden, if, within the distant Aidenn, It shall clasp a sainted maiden, whom the angels name Lenore--- Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels name Lenore? Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting-- "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!" Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming. And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor; And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor Shall be lifted---nevermore!
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2005 12:10 pm
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 4:38 pm
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this is what happens when i try to write a love poem... nothing good...
I watched you walk through shadows and sunlight, Tearful thoughts within you, sweet beauty of delight, I witnessed your heart cry out, for love seeming lost, Hearts that are sweet pay perhaps double the cost.
Yet you could not see me, for indeed I wasn’t there, I read this in your thoughts, relayed to me as were, Yet I took that moment and made it sweet as wine, Caressed your heart and surely held you this time.
I held you so tight, relaying all would be ok, Raised a smile and removed that look of dismay, I wish it were true, but it can only be true in thought, The hearts of two people, and emotions caught.
This took place from the thought your poem I read, Surely and sweetly it did, but was here in my head, Hearts reaching out, in friends truly special and dear, I thought I consoled you and wiped away all fear.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 5:22 pm
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I sing myself to sleep, It's the only way to keep from crying, And I pray that each day will get better, So that my heart will keep from dying. I dream about him every night, But I only awake to see, That he is never coming back, So from my eyes I wipe the debris. I wake up sometimes, And find that I have cried in my sleep, And all that's left of my heart now, Is a small, broken heap. So again I sing a song, To keep my mind away, But I just can't help to think, Of what things would be like today. My heart would be whole, And my face would be dry, And the songs that I sing, Would never make me cry.
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 8:20 pm
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2005 4:20 am
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this is called "loves blood," i did it about a year ago, its based on lestat from the vampire chronicles..
I lift her face slightly Her eyes fix on mine, The tears well and shine, I shall take my fill.
They call me the devil Nosferatu. Verdilak. Vampire. Lamia. So many names for me, I'm not! I can't be!
i want to be good! i would die for that!
But please, i need one last time. Only One. To feel the burn of last Blood From the one i love.
She understands. She knows who I am. She knows more than me.
I lean in to kiss her for the last time Her soft, mortal lips on mine, Our tears mingle, Mine blod, her's salt.
She sobs. I smile And tilt her head slightly. Bearing my fangs, i move in
For the kill.
I sadden, as i feel her pulse, As she sinks slowly to the floor, Her gown rippling like the blood Flowing from her lifeless form
Soon to be no more.
As her heart slows, The deadly puls luring me I pull away, becoming dizzy. "I can't let you claim me."
I watch her now motionless body Eyes half open Staring through me Killing me.
I can't take it.
Closing inhuman eyes tight Slashing the killer's wrist The pain feeling slight.
Guiding the bloodied limb Over her perfect blueing lips Squeeze slightly Tears the same texture, colour, taste.
"Drink." The demon whispers.
"Drink."
um yeah, i'd love to know what you guys think..
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