“Yes! No! Yes! No!” These screams come from my parent’s bed, just a few feet away…but this did not bother me, for my parents fought constantly.
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Entries from November 2002 ↓
All Confused
November 30th, 2002 — death
Candle Light Artisan
November 30th, 2002 — poetic
A Poem for the BLUE ROSE
I wait by the candle light,
Both day and night,
For the flicker of the flame,
These songs of your name,
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Faggot… an insult?
November 30th, 2002 — darkness
*note: i dont know what subject this goes under, but oh well*
ok this i dont get… people using and taking “faggot” as an insult… thats really offensive, especially to me. because the people who are using it as terms of an insult are implying that gay people are stupid, because they are basically instead of calling someone a dumbass or stupid or an idiot or something they call them gay or a faggot or whathave you… Continue reading →
Live Again
November 30th, 2002 — darkness
Yes, the world is fucked up. Because bad things happen. Because no one CARES. That’s just the way things are. And they tend to drive people crazy…
Addiction
November 30th, 2002 — poetic
my arms sore
from the scars left behind
of the pain i’ve overcome
i feel it rising again
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Love?
November 30th, 2002 — poetic
It’s the feelings I hide,
deep down inside,
the ones I should share,
but never dare.
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Thinking of us
November 29th, 2002 — poetic
She is the one
who used and abused,
She is the one
who never refused.
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Dilema
November 29th, 2002 — darkness
1. How many times has it been that you know you’re doing something wrong, but you still go ahead and do it? Dont know about you, but I’ve fucked up on those lines a million times. Continue reading →
See it as you wish.
November 29th, 2002 — poetic
Life in all of its common and simlpest of pleasures may not be the face one wishes to see when it all comes crashing down. Admitted. Continue reading →
Father of Mine
November 29th, 2002 — death
Who says I can’t do it. The voices talk to me, they give me ideas. I picture ripping your skin open from the belly to the neck. Continue reading →
Scabs for the Picking
November 29th, 2002 — poetic
Seeing the sun in the full moon’s embrace
I tried to find my thoughts in my ills
Carved out of the vividness of life
Head down I dove in my cheapest thrills
Shadows of the Dark
November 29th, 2002 — vampire
Kava was driving down Route 1 on her way to a vampire’s house that she had confrontations with in the past. Even if Raven was there how could Kava lure Raven out of the house even if she was changed? Continue reading →
Worry
November 29th, 2002 — darkness
Why do we worry everyday about things so stupid?We think of the worst possible thing that could happen to us in everyday life but then think of something worst. Continue reading →
Blinding light
November 29th, 2002 — poetic
My windows, covered with blankets, dark black ones to hide the intimidating light, wonder if im alive, they keep me from the day, and bring me instant night. Continue reading →
Dark Kiss of Evil Chapter 7
November 29th, 2002 — vampire
-”You fucked her didn’t you?! She didn’t even know you and you FUCKED HER!! How could you Maxiumus!? Is that what you had intended to do to me? Win my trust and then fuck me too!?”
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Those Lingering thoughts
November 29th, 2002 — poetic
There it lingers,
the taste on my lips.
Like the smell of rain,
it never leaves, even after hours.
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Rape
November 29th, 2002 — erotica
Rayne woke up from her nap and got dressed, she was going to the Batcave. She struggled into her corset. It was Damien’s favourite. She missed him terribly, even though he has only been at work for five hours. Continue reading →
~*+Breathless+*~
November 28th, 2002 — poetic
and I’m here…
waiting for you.
watching the rain stream down my face.
as they mix with my tears , with myself… Continue reading →
Running from it
November 28th, 2002 — poetic
Running through this town,
Nobody is here,
I can’t help but frown.
Wonder if you’re near,
Can you hear me?
Unbearable
November 28th, 2002 — poetic
Scratching
Tearing
Clawing
Unbearable
To My Daddy
November 28th, 2002 — death
I feel the blood on my hands and begin to grin. It wasn’t enough to slice your arm. I begin to wonder how it would feel if I cut the skin off your face, to see what’s beneath the masque of all your lies. Continue reading →
Forgotten Wish
November 28th, 2002 — poetic
Once there was love, now there is no more. Swept away in her own fear a little girl began to drown herself in what was wrong. She began a life to simply bring her to her death. Continue reading →
The evil inside of me . . . .
November 28th, 2002 — death
They called me faggot, and thought there were better then me. They thought they could laugh at me because I’m different. I use to cry all the time . . . but I don’t anymore. I don’t feel sad, I don’t feel anything anymore. I like it better this way, the num empty feeling is better then being sad all the time.
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Essay: Psi Vampires
November 28th, 2002 — vampire
“The Psychic Vampyre is a being which “feeds” on another human-beings energy, or life force, instead of their blood.” -Everglais; Psychic Vampires
I Wonder
November 28th, 2002 — poetic
I sit here, on the cold steps of my front porch, once again banished from inside, and I wonder if you know who I am, why I am, what I am? So easily you send me away. Continue reading →
LET ME
November 28th, 2002 — poetic
The coldness remains in my dim chamber
On a stormy winter night
As I lay with my soul in the darkness
I ponder about you
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Slits of the Soul
November 28th, 2002 — poetic
those cuts, gashes, whatever you call them
inflictions on my soul
go deeper than the skin
where all the blood rises from
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the “joy” of holidays…
November 28th, 2002 — darkness
well the holiday season is upon us for one more wretched year… and i hate it more than ever… not only this year do i have to be surrounded, poked and proded by “my” family about they way i look and all that great stuff but i have to meet my dad’s girlfriends’ family for the first time and im sure they wont like me… Continue reading →
First Real Friendship, First Love, First Thing Worth Not Letting Go
November 28th, 2002 — darkness
Woke up this morning immersed in thoughts, just as it was when I fell asleep. My main concerns were Brain, and J.C. Hope Brian’s good. Continue reading →
Dark Kiss of Evil Chapter 6
November 28th, 2002 — vampire
Maxiumus was a bit surprised when 2 hours passed and still no Sodina. Maiumus flipped though a book, his thoughts on Sodina only.
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