Entries from July 2002 ↓

A SINGLE DEAD RED ROSE HURT BY HER OWN THORNS. Continue reading →

…although i am truly a night-child i am forced to lived in this world of the light. as much as i despise the sunlight caressing my skin and burning at my eyes i deal with it. after all, i am strong. i live each day a lie. Continue reading →

i’ve sold my lies to those who cared
got invited in, and fucked with their hearts - like a frightened mare
cut the threads that bound their unmending hearts
all the while, obvlious of my cold intentions:
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Il set the key when you´r not watching
il turn it to protect my own.

I feel that im still blinded of that kind
a thing of undeclared, that gather fear.
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I fall, so you walk away.
Gone, while my vaines screams of pain.
And the deeper you reach, i fear not, the right to speak.
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It is infected,
It starts to peel back from my skin,
It is infected,
It starts to rip apart my brain with fever,
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“If I touched him would he break?” It’s been three days since the death of Christian. Everyone is everyone’s friend when a death occurs. He was eighteen, an addict, falling apart mentally, barely clinging to the life he had, and all of a sudden a tumor appeared in his brain. For the next year Christian had many more friends than he even knew about, up until the time of his death. People ask me what I remember most about him, what great time did I have with Christian so I tell them the truth. “Freebasing about eight cans of Glade, taking some acid and cutting ourselves because we liked the colors.” Needless to say, no one else has a memory of “that” Christian besides myself. Points are:
Dying young doesn’t make you a martyr. Having more friends when your dead is a strange circumstance don’t you think? and Last, always see someone for who they were, if Christian were the saint you all describe him as, none of us would of liked him. R.I.P.

‘i compare thee to that of a rose … tho, are you the flower that brightens my days, or are you the thorn that pricks away at my heart ?’

‘We search all our lives for someone to love, yet even if our search is complete … that love will only cause heartache and pain.’

so do we really need it ? true it can be one of the best feelings in the world to be in love and to be loved, yet one way or another love is lost whether it’s that ur dumped, or via the death of a loved one.

Inferni

I wish I had an angel in my pocket
And a gun aimed at my head
To see what I really deserve
I know that my thoughts are worthless to you
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Deeper…..
Draw blood, see it run down my skin,
See my head spin…..
Leave scars, reminders,
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Black..
Black is my day.
Black is my night.
Black is like my savior and adversary,
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With the taste of blood from the last feeding still on my lips, I turn the stiff white body over and slit the neck, the person, unknowing and unseeing lets me run my tonge over the small trickle of blood, Standing up ,looking into the welcomeing darkness,with the breeze blowing through my dark black hair, i walk into the shadows looking for my next victom…

The darkness wraps over me like a blanket, I finely feel safe, away from the people unlike me, away from the noises and crouds, alone in the shadows, I wait , I wait for the sun 2 go down and the people to go home, I wait for the time when I can come out into the night , were the dark welcomes me.

And it spreads. Leaving no room for breath, for light, for love. Arms bound above the head. Eyes, blinded by black silk. A tremor of terror? A twist of undeniable pleasure? No control. Just being controlled. Losing the sense of who, what, when and where. Just feeling wave after wave of intense touching, tasting. Pushed to limit of physical pain- pleasure. By now they are the same thing. You drift on waves of exquisite sensation across your sea of darkness.
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my soul given refuge among the shades of the forgetfulness
cries sadly when you aren’t with me
and my lips which withered kisses are always closed
in the solitude of the darkness I die and I live in the eternity.

it’s just another day, just another love. just another sweet and gorgeous little girl for me to lust over, to sin as i think of what she could be enjoying. as i look over to her, clueless little girl, my blood rushes and the heart of me swells. i fall into yet another dream… Continue reading →

Stoned at day,
Stoned at night,
Enjoy the feeling,
Hate the light.

It rained last night it was so beautiful the lighting turning the world silver, the thunder shaking the ground. Rain pounding in to me, it felt as though the pounding of the rain was the only thing keeping me in this world I was somehow not attach to my body. it was so beautiful and yet so sad. I wish the rain had never stopped.

In Liliana’s dreams, it always happened the same. Ginger would come up to her and not say a word. She would lean down and gently nip the skin at Liliana’s neck, sending a quiet trickle of blood down the side of her throat. Ginger would then kiss her way to Liliana’s soft nipple and bite it hard, causing tears to run down Liliana’s tan face.
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Does anybody know whatever happened to vampyre magazine? I Tried to go to the website, but I keep getting the “this page cannot be displayed” bullshit and I’ve been wanting to get a subcription to it, but I can’t find the damn thing nowhere! Help!

does anyone know if when you submit a poem or anything and the people on this site dont like it, if they will send you a rejection email or ne thing?

i submitted a few poems and they arent on the site and i have not heard from the people from this site yet….

PLEASE HELP ME OUT

music is a whole other world a beautiful world,a place where you can express your feelings, and every one listens

when i hear music it makes me feel good; calms me down
sometimes when i’m just about to flip out i hear a song i like i calm myself and listen to is vibes

MUSIC IS LIFE.

Looking at him I saw not a man but a beast. A beast of immeasurable power. Looking at me, past my eyes and in to my soul, I shuddered. Feeling the intrusion of my mind: My thoughts, fears, and desires. Close to the point of panic, I backed away, eyes locked on the dark orbs of his unnaturally white face. Suddenly I could hear voices. All around. Telling me to go to him. Continue reading →

I can’t keep this small forever,
with faith tied to floating wood
-en broken wings,
but they’re beating still, but not still at all,
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this wasted life.
still going through much strife.
you stay inside your bed.
wishing you and everything was dead.
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She ran through a field of dreams where no one could touch her. Her mind was free now and she never felt so happy in her whole short life. She was running through a field of flowers, she was running through a field of blood daisies…
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His grin,
mocking the fear cast in my eyes.
Where I lay,
Frozen–
No where to move but into his grasp.

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Hearing your thoughts,Listening to your words….
Feeling the sadness in your voice,
How I yurn to heal your pain,Stop your suffering….
I am your cure for Lonliness…
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Elegant Vampress
Drinking from his sweet, sweet blood–
Why are you crying?

as you know, now the darkness appear,
will you see when my sun disappear.
does it she who play with the light???
will you be when my moon tern to black,
and the day force to night?
“does it kiss or jest a bite in my neck?”
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