When will I wake
For days and nights i sleep
years go by I still do not wake
But I hear the world around me
It does not sound like it once did when I was awake
Now the time has come for me to wake
I go outside
I look around
I see none of my family and friends
I wounder what has happend to them
I learn that I am the last of my family and that my friends died long ago
No one can understand the pain i feel
The pain of not haveing anyone you once knew
I shall always be alone in this world
An outsider who can never find my way back in like the others will
I am the last of my family
I will make this world pay for what they have done to my friends and family
The will know the pain that i once felt
I must go before they find me and get rid of me as well
I say farewell until we meet again

Poetic
The many nights when sleep evades me
And the only lullabies are hauntings of my past
Like my own shadow encompassing myself
Yet I continue to sit here, smoking a cigarette
Pretending to those that know me
Nothing is wrong, Everything is right, Everything is fair
Yet I hear them
crying for mercy
crying for release
cursing me for who I am
cursing me for what I’ve done-
Sleep will come soon
and so will their screaming

poetry

tears of pleasure
tears of pain
tears you’ve caused
cannot be tamed
tears of love
more of hate
have no control
lost, out of faith
another broken heart
another tears drops
> > let her tears see the light
let her blood run red as wine
cut and wounded
until there is nothing left
just a corroding heart
and decaying fleash

gothic
Along with your rage follows your fate
Pugatory awaits to feed of your hate
Inside it’s burning, flames all around
The site deafining all others screaming sound
Whitnesses bleed and whimper in shame
Towards everyone else you point your blame
When you fall you will take down the sun
Shadows will rise and heaven will run
From within is where this did start
You are an angel-
With blood on your wings, love in your heart
On the bottom of Atlantis the mermaids die
With their suicide your hate will survive
Above on land where sirens dont sing
Hawks crash abound with only one wing
Out of sorrow your green-brown eyes look over
The desaster you’ve caused, all you’ve taken under
Heat rising, sweat throughout
Now you’ve forgoton what all this shit is about.

Gothic
so i’m a slut and want to die
before i go i’ll reveal my lies
in a blink this script pours out
now you will hear my grieving shout

wheather you read this or go to hell
my path is clear as my story will tell
where i begin is not where to start
but going back farther would take my heart

what i want you to know and maybe believe
is that i know what i know and in the truth i concieve
i write whats happens and where i’ll never go
because i must, i’ll confide why i am alone.

Poetic

I want to be a lost poem in a strangers coat pocket
That conveys the importance of you
To assure you of my desire
To assure you of my dreams
I want all the possibilities of you in writing
I want to give you your reflection
I want your eyes on me
I want to travel with you to the likeness and stay there
And I want everything before you to follow us like a trail behind me
I want never to say goodbye
Even on the street corner or the phone
I want
I want so much I’m breathless
I want to put my power into a poem to burn a hole in your pocket
So I can sew it
I want my words to scream through you
I want the poem not to mean that much
And I want to contradict myself accidentally
And for you to know what I mean
I want you to be distant and for me to feel you close
I want endless days when it’s day
And nighttime never to end when it’s night
I want all the seasons in one day
I want the sun to set before us, and come up in front of us
I want water up to our waists and I want to be drenched by the rain up to our ankles with holes in our shoes
I want to think your thoughts because they are mine
I want only what’s urgent with you
To get in the way of barriers
I want you to be tender
Like you already are
I want you to be tough
Like you already are
I want us to have met for a reason
And for that reason to be important
And I want it to be bigger than us
I want it to take over us
I want to forget
I want to remember us
And I want you smile always
And your grimaces too
I want your scars on my lips
And I want your disappointments in my heart
I want your strength in my soul and your soul in my eyes
I want to believe everything you say
And I do
And I want you to tell me what’s best when I don’t know
When you’re lost I want to find you
When you’re weary I want to give you steeples
And cathedral thoughts
Coliseum dreams
I want to drag you from the darkness
And kneel with you exhausted with the blinding light blaring on us.
I want
I want so much I cannot bear it.

POETRY

A gun falling through
The clouds where we
sleep this kiss
Wish I was bulletproof
But I feel fake

A touch leaves me senseless
blind falling like green off trees
this blinding kiss
Whis I was bulletproff
You are the trigger

A heart surronded by pavement
Does it make me strong?
Lost in a single breath
I wish I was bulletproof
Why do we burn for this? … Life.

We fade … and tick tock tock … Clock ticks on.
Like this kiss we call life…

Topic - Poetic

Watching as the flames engulf the wood, thoughts engulf my mind.
The heat is now riding as my thoughts get deeper and deeper.
I listen as a train goes by; miles away.
The air is calm no wind, no nothing,
Apart from whistles in the distance.
As the fire dies down my thoughts calm: calm like the air.
Nothing moves apart form my fingers.
The fire now out;
I rest.

Blood Dripping Roses
Chapter 15

Ebony shook in fear at how angry Tommie was, but feared more towards what her master would say.
“Please Tommie- don’t tell him! I’m sorry-I was just-“
“Snooping!” Tommie conformed crossing his arms.
“No-that’s not it.”
Slowly, Tommie’s face changed to a lighter mood and her begin to laugh.
“You should see you face! It’s classic! I must have had you really worried that I was going to tell the master on you. So you know how he is now?”
“I do and I don’t like it mind you.” Ebony said crossing her arms too.
“Well-Don’t worry-I have no plans on telling on you. Besides, it’s not like Vincent is one of my fariovite people.”
“Thank you.”
Ebony was really glad that Tommie was willing to help her and was too glad that it was he who founded her. She stared at him as nothing about Tommie had changed, hair stilled jelled back, he wore a a-shit that showed off his powerful mislead and a pair of lose blue jeans. To Ebony- if she ever saw Tommie out on the streets, she would have fallen in love with his looks. But then-what girl wouldn’t.
Tommie suddenly busted out laughing again and even double over a bit.
“Is that right? You would fall in love with me? I’m faltered.”
Ebony looked down at the floor as her face grew hot. She had forgotten that vampires could hear her thoughts.
“So tell me-how do you understand this map?” Tommie asked turning serious.
“I’m not sure. I mean-I just stuck the pieces together.” Ebony said looking up at the map too.
“Well I have to hand it to you-beautiful, smart, what else are you?”
“Trying to escape.”
“Oh now that is a big no-no. That I won’t let you do. So don’t make me hurt you o.k.?” Tommie sighted as he looked down at Ebony.
“So tell me, how are you and Milord are doing?”
“I hate him!” Ebony snapped. “He so mean, he’s even hit me twice. And then he…” Ebony’s hand went to her neck where the bite marks hand become a scar and were almost gone. “he bit me.”
“Ah well, that’s gong to happen here.”
“No it won’t!” Ebony shouted, her voice cracking and like a waterfall, tears flowed quickly.
“I won’t ever let him touch me again! I hate him! He hurt me in a way that no one else could ever. I hate it here and everything about! I need help and yet I don’t know here to get it! Why does this have to happen to me!? Why only me!? Why couldn’t this have been someone else!?”
Before Ebony relies it, she had her arms around Tommie, crying into his shirt. It had been a long time since she had had an shoulder to cry on. However, Tommie didn’t seem to mind.
“Don’t worry about it Ebony. Everything will be fine, you’ll see. You’ll learn to even love him one day.” Tommie said while rubbing Ebony back.
Ebony stepped back and looked up at Tommie.
“No-I would never love him! He’s a monster!”
Sighing, Tommie slowly clean the tears from Ebony’s face.
“Don’t let him upset you like this. This a weakness you need not have in this place.”
And then, Tommie kissed her. It was something that Ebony had not expected to happen, yet, she was allowing it to happen.
~I need him. Maybe Tommie can help me.~
The kiss was started of by being soft and yet feather like. But then it turned into a demanding need. Quickly, Ebony pulled away from him.
“No Tommie, we can’t-“
However, Tommie would not take no for an answer. He wrapped his arms back around Ebony and a growl so deep and deadly, Ebony knew what it meant. She had heard it from her master when he bit her that night. And now Tommie was next.
“No! Stop!” Ebony shouted as his mouth descended on her neck . Everything in that small moment had gone wrong.
~I shouldn’t have allowed him to kiss me! He’s a vampire for heaven sakes. What was I thinking?~
Ebony felt fear crap up into her chest as she felt Tommie’s sharp fangs brush her neck, and then he bite. This time, she managed to let out a small scream of pain as she felt as if her neck on that spot was burning. She clenched to Tommie as she felt her knees go weak, but he held on, squeezing her to death .
“What’s going on here!?”
A voice behind them shouted out so loudly, it made Tommie jerk away from Ebony and she fell to the floor in a heap.
As if an vision of an angel, it was Ezekiel face that appeared over her.
“Ebony!!” he shouted in a bit of a panic and lift her to her feet, holding her next to him as he wrapped his arm around her.
Ezekiel shouted Tommie an evil look. “Are you insane!? What were you thinking Tommie!?”
Tommie shook his head and cleaned his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Sorry-sorry. I don’t….don’t know what happened.”
“You haven’t been feeding correctly and it was wrong to take it out on Ebony!”
Tommie looked over at Ebony who was breathing hard into Ezekiel’s chest.
“I can see why Milord paid so much for her. She’s sweet to smell and taste. I’m sure this will be my head and Vincent will be pretty pissed. But I’ll say, it was worth it.”
With that, Tommie left, leaving Ebony with Ezekiel.
Looking down and farming her face, Ezekiel took a close looked at Ebony’s neck.
“Are you o.k. Milady?”
Pulling back a bit, she managed to put her hands on his chest.
“Don’t you touch me-PLEASE!” she moaned. “You monsters! I can’t trust anyone in this damned place!”
“You can trust me Ebony. I will never harm you if you don’t wish it.”
“You harmed me by bring me here!” Ebony shouted back and stepping away from his embrace. “You and everything else here are evil and I don’t want to be touched by any of it!”
Ezekiel sighed as he looked away from her.
“I can’t blame you for hating me, nor not trusting me. But you need a friend now in-”
“I don’t befriend evil THINGS like you!” Ebony sneered. “I hate you all and I trust no one!”
“And that is the way to be.” Ezekiel looked back down at Ebony. “Don’t even trust me. I’m a vampire and God knows what I’ll do to you.”
Ebony didn’t know if Ezekiel was only trying to frighten her or if he was being real. But she took his words to heart as she nodded and backed farther away.
“Your not suppose to be down here Ebony.” Ezekiel said plainly. “Get back up stairs before Master finds out you were here. It would be best if you do not even think about what happened here around him if you know what I mean. He will surly punish you and Tommie both if he knew. Understand?”
Nodding, Ebony left from which she had came and went back up the stairs, thinking the whole way up. The smell this time didn’t bother her on the way up. However, when she reached the top of the stairs and pulled open the door, she gasped to meet Vincent face to face.
Ebony stepped back and trying to think of something to say, but she never got the words out before a mind blowing fist went into her stomach and everything went black.

Blood Dripping Roses
Chapter 14

“What to know why Milord has been so angry lately?”
Ebony looked up from her book at Canon who was dusting the room.
“Isn’t that how he always is?” she asked.
It had been a week in the Castle of Lord Vincent. But lately, Ebony had not seen much of her master. In fact, she only heard him from somewhere in the castle, yelling and screaming at someone or something that had been going on for quiet a while. But she was happy that she didn’t have to deal with that.
“I think I prefer him angry.” Ebony answered after a moment. “I haven’t seen him and I think that good.”
Canon shrugged her shoulder as she pulled out a few books and dusted them.
“In any case, Milord is in huge debt.”
“A vampire can get in debt?”
Ebony felt odd having the word vampire come out of her mouth. Wasn’t a word she was quiet use to. But in a way, she said it in a sarcastic way.
“Oh yes mamma.” Canon went on. “it would seem that you are the reason that he is that way.”
“Boy, don’t I feel bad about that.” Ebony said.
“Yes, it would seem that the person who was selling you wanted more than Milord had. But for some odd reason, he paid that much for you.”
“Not that I’m flared by that, but why me? I mean you make this sound like something that he doesn’t always do.”
Canon shook her head.
“Oh no-no. Never have I seen. Why do you think that so many of us looked at you the way that we did. We might be only maids, but we do know Milord’s affairs. It would seem that he is in need of more slaves. That way he can sell them to the other slave owners that are around these parts.
Ebony places her book down and begin to think out loud.
“So it’s like this, Vincent needs slaves so he goes out and just pick up any girl? Just like that?”
“Yes mamma. There are exceptions. If a person is in need of money, any person out there in the world, and they know of this place and branch, then they can suggest a person to Milord and he can buy if he approves. But the girl has to be a special person to be concerned a part of this island. And you mostly, because Milord was in need of a Main Slave.”

Ebony laid back as she closed her eyes and allowed her mind to wonder.
~(I have to find a way to escape from this place. Maybe Vincent will get mad at me enough to just send me away. It has to be better than this.)
And then, something came to mind that Ebony had not though about since Vincent had told. Something that she was told not to do. Slowly she sat up as it seemed to come to her all at once.
“Vincent once told me not to go on the 8th floor of this castle. What could be so damn special on that floor that I can’t see!? Maybe there is a way out that way, or maybe I’ll learn something. I might even make him mad enough to send me away. I doubt that he will kill me. If I’m worth as much as Canon made it out to be, then maybe my odds are good with escaping.”
Pulling up the pale, purple dress, Ebony quickly slipped on her flat slipper and crept out of the room. It was dark out and she was sure that her master was sleeping the time, or so she hoped.
“I hope he stays busy, I might find something on this 8th floor that’s so forbined. I should have asked Canon about it. But then, she might have told me too not to go there.”
As Ebony walked up the starts that led to the 8th floor after walking for a moment, she notice how dice the air started to become, but continued on. When she reached the end of the starts she hissed a cruse word as she came up on a giant metal door.
“Damn! I hope it’s not locked!”
But to her surprise, it wasn’t locked at all and when she pushed up against the door, it opened easily. The door lead to a long, very narrow hallway that was only let by small flames along the sides. This hallway was unlike any other hallway in the place, and seemed to be a whole different part to the castle.
Halfway down the hallway however, Ebony stopped and looked around herself to find doors on either side of her, all looking the same.
“This is like a giant fun house-pick a door and win a prize.”
Because all of the doors looked the same, Ebony just finally picked out and opened it very slowly.
In doing so-she founded a long hallway that at the end of it, it lead down a stairway.
“What the hell is this!?” Ebony asked around as she closed the door and peered down the stars.
Something within Ebony told her not to go down the starts that it wasn’t a such a good idea to be heading down a dark stairway. But her heart was set on escaping and so she went, holding onto the wall so that she might not trip. The feather she went down the stars-the less she could see and a chill ran up her spin as she went on.
When Ebony stepped at the bottom of the stars- a smell like non she had ever smelled hit her in the face with a strong, hot, sink.
“GOD!” Ebony moaned as she covered her noise and walked forward into something she never expected to see.
The room that she walled into was like a military control base. There was a very large TV that showed an entire map of the world. Of cores the room was empty so it gave Ebony a chance to look around. There was computer and all types of electronic things all around. Paper was every yet in neat stacks and the room looked as if everyone had just went on a lunch break.
Ebony walked up to the map and notice many little points on the map that was blinking. Looking at the map for a long while, she then notice a cluster of lights on a very small island. Inwardly, she gasped.
“If, I’m think correctly- this is a map of a location of vampires! It has to be. These little lights are where vampires are in different parts of the world. And here, this island by the red sea had got to b e where we are!”
“You’re very smart to figure that all out!”
Ebony spun around in fear to find non other than Tommie, one of the ones that brought her to the Dark Island.
“Tommie-I…uhm”
“What are you doing here?” Tommie questioned stepping closer. “Milord would kill you if he founded you here! This is a private room! Didn’t he tell you not to come to the 8th floor!?”

Blood Dripping Roses
Chapter 13

As Ebony slowly came to her since, she knew that once again, she was inside and lying on a bed. Her hand went right to her neck where she felt the bandage going around it, proving that all that she remembered last, was real.
“It’s about time you wake.”
Ebony turned her head to the side to find Vincent lying beside her propped on some pillows, eyes closed. She let out a desperate moan as she begin to cry again, looking away.
“What are you crying about!?” Vincent snapped as he glanced at her.
“Your…really…a-a vam-“
“A vampire! Your point being!?”
“Cory was really killed by a vampire!”
Vincent raised a eye brow and looked down at Ebony.
“Who?”
“CORY!!” Ebony shouted. “Cory-my boyfriend! My so called friend Neely had Cory killed because she sold me to you! It’s true that it was a vampire!!”
Vincent moved until he over Ebony who had stopped crying in fear of what was about to happen.
“Who told you this!?”
Ebony lightly gasped.
(Oh no! Ezekiel told me not to say anything!)
Vincent then smirked.
“So Ezekiel told you then huh?”
“But how?”
“I’m a vampire Slave.” Vincent poked Ebony on the forehead. “I can hear everything you think about. So it was Ezekiel told you this?”
Ebony shook her head.
“He didn’t tell me word from word but it wasn’t like I couldn’t figure it out.”
Vincent looked closer at Ebony then smiled.
“Alright, you not lying I see. So fine…is that what you believe to have happened?”
“It is what happened.” Ebony whispered as she turned her head away and put her hand to her neck.
“You know,” Vincent said as he sat back down on his side. “it wouldn’t have hurt so if you had not fought me. Bites can be pleasurable it you are clam.”
“I never want that to happen again!” Ebony snapped.
“You say that as if you have a choice in the matter. But you don’t. And I will have you any way that I want when I want it. You are my property! I bought you with my money and I assure you, you were no simple price. Your dealer demanded so much for you, I almost turned the offer down. But now I see, you are well worth every cent that I paid. Never have I had a slave with such fighting sprite in her.”
Ebony turned her back to Vincent. She would have slid out of the bed to get as far away from him as she could. But her blood loss still made her feel very weak.
“I will run from you until I either get away or you kill me.”
“You would choose death over life?”
“Living here is not living!”
Vincent laughed.
“Don’t you worry puppet, I won’t let you get too far from me from now on. Death is too good for a person such as yourself. And if you choose to disobey my orders again-“ Vincent hand went to Ebony’s thigh where he slowly raised the side of her thin dress. “then I will take things feather than they have to go.”
Ebony energy seemed to return at that very moment and she quickly jumped away from Vincent whom begin to laugh as she rolled to the floor and away from him.
“So I have founded a fear in you, have I? Maybe now I can get some respect from you.”
“If you dare to try and lay a hand on me-I will bite my tongue and bleed to death! I will find one of your sharpest knife in you kitchen and I will cut my self so deep, it won’t take longer than 5mins. for me. I will throw myself from the highest window and fall to my death! What ever it takes, you will NEVER own me!”
Ebony’s back was pressed up against the wall as Vincent moved so close in her face, there noise were brushing.
“You forget yourself again Slave! Cut your self or bite and try to make yourself bleed to death, I will stop it with pleasure my dear! I can smell blood within a mile way within my own home. So don’t even think about sneaking away to kill yourself. And if you were to fall to your death, it wouldn’t take long for me to tell once you hit the wind. I will catch you!” Vincent hissed. “Don’t you dare try and threaten me with your death. I told you, death is too good for a bitch like yourself!”

Ebony pulled all the sheets off of her bad as she tied each of them together in a tight knot. Finally after a moment of tying, she had a long rope made out sheets and curtains. Her heart speed up a beat as eh hurried into shoes and ripping her dress down at the bottom in hopes to get better speed when running. Continue reading →

(For the darkness category)

I am two people. There is a me the world sees and a me only I will ever know. Personality number one hates the thought of hurting others or herself, has perhaps too much empathy at times, is highly emotional and knows what she wants. Personality number two just wants to hurt. She wants to torture and kill, she wants to break all the rules and doesn’t care about others and what they think. One me has a place in this life, the other does not.

One is strong, the other is powerful and exciting. One has a future, the other lives for the moment and to hell with consequences. One wants to live, the other doesn’t care about risking death, she embraces it. Are they both real? And it makes me wonder, if I hadn’t been raised in such a loving family knowing where I stand, would I be personality number two, and would I be happier? Would I even still be alive? Sometimes I feel restrained, I really have to keep the second me chained. I wonder how much it would take to break those chains. But really it’s not chained, because I allow it to roam in my imagination and my writing. It doesn’t scare me, because I have control over who I am. I have control… and I make my own destiny.

(This post if for the death category)

And there’s blood everywhere… worse than the smell, sticky looking, shiny, wet, scarlet… blood soaks the walls like paint, dripping… only it dries faster than paint. This is fresh… too fresh… too late; they were too late, 10 minutes… 20 at most… two open doors, which one to choose? Both gaping maws… both roaringly dark… empty? So much quick dry scarlet paint, like nail polish… but no body in this room… no red trails on the floor… which doorway? Too hard… too difficult a decision…
Left.
Tentative steps… toes swallowed by one black hole… should legs follow? Is it safe? Why does the first one have to be like this? The scent of blood… of an invisible breeze… where is that coming from?… the scent of death mingles with the smell of fear… Step… Step… One foot in front of the other… Legs, torso and face swallowed, arms follow… gone… The torch beam pierces the inky blackness, a solitary companion, a connection to reality… like a fog horn on a stormy night… the only thing that can show you the way, keep you here… bring you home… A hand appears under the beam… slashed wrists, defense wounds on the palms, but no blood around them… strange… why bother to clean the corpse when the next room is marinating in their blood? Perhaps the killer was interrupted? Perhaps the victim didn’t belong here… shouldn’t have been left here… or perhaps the perp was just out buying some new surgical gloves and a litre of milk for the cat… perhaps he’d be back soon… He?… Why did people always assume the criminal was a he?… An arm is connected to the hand… the fog horn works its way over the body, illuminating each new limb slowly… slowly… the mind takes photographs… processes them… a woman, mid to late 40’s, classic dyed blonde hair… short manicured nails… traces of eyeliner and lipstick left on her face… she looked after herself, a professional? But where were her clothes? It’ll be a business suit, knee length skirt, navy blue or grey… silk blouse… bingo, in the corner, torn, discarded… like her… she’s just like a pile of laundry… dumped, clean, but awaiting ironing and putting away. Her face… peaceful?… serene?… accepting of her fate… her poor hands… She fought at first… but gave up as she felt the life drain from her… no hope… as each drop left her body she surrendered a little more… so pale… eyes closed… because she blacked out before she died? Or did she not want him to see her light go out?… so pale… so wrong… touch her?… why?… Oh my god, she’s still warm… so close… too late… 10 minutes… just 20 more minutes… BASTARD!… why…

(I’ve never written anything like this before. Please tell me what you think! Thanks!

(It’s nice to see things up and running again! This post is obviously for Poetry. Thanks!)

On the anniversary of his death
She entered the living room
Wearing her wedding dress

The cat watched as she
Watched herself
Laughing
Dancing
Making small talk
Lifting the veil
She kissed the cat
“I do”

She sipped red wine
Careful not to spill it
On the pureness
Of her dress

Fiddling with the necklace
Which he’d hung around her neck
Never removed
She swirled about the dance floor
Their first dance
Alone

The cat watched as she
Exited the living room
Wearing her wedding dress
On the anniversary of his death

“I do”

Fucking Loser
I just can’t stand you.
Why don’t you leave?
Just fucking go!
I didn’t want you anyway.
Never wanted you to stay.

I don’t care if you’re pissed.
Don’t care what you tell your friends.
Yeah, I’m a bitch
And I don’t give a fuck.

Cry all you want.
‘Cuz I don’t care.
Piss and moan.
Say I’m a whore.
Lie to all your friends.
Go ahead, ‘cuz I don’t care.

CHORUS
Kick the glass, bust the pain.
You’re nothing but a fucking shame.
I don’t want you, never did.
You’re just a stupid fucking kid.
Just go away
Wouldn’t give a fuck if you died today.
Yeah, I’m a bitch.
You were just my toy.
And I don’t give a fuck.
Stupid little boy
END CHORUS

Try and tell me I can’t live without you.
Believe what you want, I know the truth.
You meant nothing to me, I’ll prove you wrong.
You’re the one who can’t move on.

Just stop calling, can’t you see?
Are you fucking blind? Or stupid?
I hate you!
No I don’t want to be with you.
I can’t fucking stand you!

Sissy boy, can’t you take it?
The knowledge that you were just a toy?
Stupid little boy,
Can’t live knowing I used you.
Just chill, ‘cuz one day you’ll do it too.

CHORUS
END SONG

Savine was sitting on the couch, bored as anything. She needed something to do….. or someone. She was waiting for Noel to come over. The anticipation of what she wanted to do to her was turning her on more than she could imagine. “Why was she taking so long”, Savine thought to herself. Just then the doorbell rang.

It was Noel. Just the sight of her made Savine want to rip off her clothes. She was looking so hot with her black hair tapering down the back of her dress.her words flowed from her crimson lips like a waterfall. She had to kiss her.

Savine garbbed Noel and kissed her so pasionately. Making her want her more than she had before. God how she wanted her. Without breaking this sweet imbrace, Savine led Noel to the bed. Breaking the kiss Savine pushed Noel on the bed behind her.

“I’ve been waint for you.” Savine whispered into Noel’s ear. The feel of her hot breathe on her ear turned on Noel.

Savine felt Noel’s pale fingers move tot eh bottom of her shirt and pull it over her head. Savine undid her bra, exposing her breasts. Noel began to take her dress off, of course with help from Savine. Now, both were bare breasted on the crimson sheets.

Savine’s kisses moved down Noel’s neck. Noel shivered as Savine’s warm lips caressed her skin. Noel felt the kisses start to move down the middle of her breasts, and then her stomach. Savine stopped when she came to g-string, but didn’t take it off. Noel shook with anticipation, wondering, what will she do next.

Savine teased her through the mesh of her panties. Licking and stroking her clit playfully. With every teasing stroke Noel moaned and gasped with pleasure. Noel couldn’t stand it any more, she had to have her inside her and Savine knew it.

Finally, knowing that Noel couldn’t stand the teasing anymore, slid off her g-string, throwing it to the floor. Taking two fingers and slid them into the wet silken pocket between her legs. Noel moaned as she slid into her. Savine used her thumb to massage her clit while she moved her fingers. The feel of Noel’s insides turned on Savine, and the more she became turned on the faster her fingers moved in and out of Noel.

Feeling that Noel had had enough, Savine slid her fingers out of Noel. “Why did you stop?”, Noel asked panting. Without saying a word, Savine spread Noel’s legs apart more than they already were, and began to kiss down her fron t again, but stopped when she came to Noel’s clit. She traced the lips of Noel’s vagina, but never touched her clit. Noel moaned and pated form the feel of Savine’s hot tongue on her.

The look in Noel’s eyes was a sign that she wanted Savine tro be in her a lot. This pity that she took upon on this pale beautiful creature made Savine laugh inside. “Please,” Noel begged, “I want you to.” “When your ready”, Savine replied.

Suddenyl, Savine herslf couln’t take it anymore then Noel. Without warning, she took her tongue and very forcefully, butplayfully,thrusted it into Noel. She screamed at the pleasure and gripped the sheets. Savine kept this pace going and sucked on her clit as well. Savine felt her body tighten and her back arc and felt Neol’s fluids flow more and pulled out of her.

Noel trembled from her very pleasing experience. Savine grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around them. She could feel Noel trembling and kisses her quivering mouth.

“It’s not over yet,” Noel whispered into Savine’s ear.

Noel’s lips touched Savine’s and thier tongues danced in each others mouths. Soon Noel started to kiss Savine faster and harder. Svine could feel her hands moving all over her body. Noel massaged Savine’s breasts and played with her nipples. Then she started to move her hands lower and lower.

Savine could feel her finger massagin and stroking her clit. Suddenly, Noel took her two fingers and slammed them into Savine. She screamed with pleasure, but the screamed was muffled by the kiss. Noel began to move in and out of Savine faster, harder and deeper. Noel bagen to kiss and lick Savine’s neck and moved down to her belly button. Then she came to her clit. Noel slid her fingers out of Savine.

“Now we’re gonna have some real fun.” Noel whispred into in her ear. As she hovered over Savine she reached in to her nightstand drawer and pulled out a pair of handcuffs and a blindfold. Noel cuffed Savine to the bed and blinfolded her, making her imoblized and there was nothing she could do about it.

Savine felt Noel’s lips on hers and returned the favor. She could feel Noel’s lips move lower and lower. She began to pant more and harder. Soon she was moving to her vagina.

Savine was loving every minute of it. Unlike her her, Noel wasn’t a tease, no she liked it rough. She could feel her begin to lick and suck on her clit. The more Savine moaned the harder she would suck. Suddenly, Noel bit down on her clit playfully. Savine screamed with pleasure. Without warning, Noel forcefully pierced Savine with her tongue. She let out another scream of pleasure. Noel could feel that she was about to cum and pulled out of her.

Disappointed and out of breathe, she asked “Why did you stop?” Not saying a word Noel put her finger to hger lips and said, “Shh, don’t speak my love.” Noel reached into her night satnd drwaer and pulled out a leather harness and a velvet pouch.

Noel undid he handcuffs and took off the bandana. Savine gasped at what she saw was in store for her. Where Noel’s freshly shven skin was, there was a leather haness and in the middle, there was a flesh colored dildo.

Noel knew that Savine loved it when she used it. Savine got off the abd and pulled her by the harness. Savine got on her knees and took the dildo in her mouth. She began to suck harder and faster. Noel got so much stimulation in her clit from this that she almost came herself.

Noel picked up Savine and bent her over the foot of the bed. “You ready?” Noel asked. Savine nodded. Noel puched her way into Savine’s ass. She began to move rythmically in and out of Savine. “Fuck me harder” Savine screamed. “I said herder god damn it” Knowing what to do Noel slammed into her and almost knocked her down, but kept the pace.

After a while Noel pulled pulled out of her and threw her on her back to the bed.She spread her legs wide enough so she could enter her, and pushed her way through her wet tissue

Savine moaned and screamed her name. Without warning Savine flipped Noel on her back and be gan to ride her.. Savine moved faster and faster on Noel. Noel was getting so timulated in her clit that she bagen to moan.

Suddenyl they both let out a scream in uniscen and Noel arched her back so she can go in for the last time but deeper. Savine GOT off Noel and cruled up next to her AND later that night Savine grabbed a hold of the dildo and said”My turn”

(Gothic)Well a large topic on the site is ‘labels’. whether they call you ‘goth’ or ‘geek’ they usually mean the same thing. either scary (to them) or just out of the ordinary. I personally find it odd.. that though alot of us claim not to like labels.. we take it badly when we see ‘posers’. Now what im getting at is not that we’re hypocrites, but that we’re dishonest.. on some level i think we like being scary and that they are freaked out by the way we can wear spikes chains and leather confidently. They know us for our label… the Goths. This is why when we see a poser.. making us.. look weak or like a bunch of garden variety nerds.. we make a it known they arent… one of us. Now this is human nature. I myself enjoy being called “scary” and “fucked up” i sometimes go the extra mile to make people in my classes at skool move away. But when i see a what some instantly dismiss as a poser, i read into them a bit before writing them off. Hm… this is just a ton of rambling but i hope it makes sense to you. next time some one says your scary.. smile tilt your head and walk away with out sayin’ a word.. do it for the rest of us… scary people =) be proud of your ‘dark’ side

Use Me

Come use me again.
Don’t you know I love it?
Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow,
Then leave me till you want it again.

CHORUS
Fucking use me.
You know you wan to.
To you, I’m just a toy,
Your toy.
Your fucking whore.
END CHORUS

I can’t complain too much,
Down on my knees in front of you.
Can’t say I hate it.
With you dick shoved down my throat.

Come on, use me again.
Fuck me till it hurts.
‘Cuz you know I’ve got no feelings.

CHORUS

I’ve got no feelings.
‘Cuz you don’t see the tears.
Can’t hear me crying at night.
All you know, is that I want it.
All you hear , is me begging for it.

Come use me again.
Don’t you know I love it?
Fuck me till there’s no tomorrow,
Then leave me till you want it again.

CHORUS (2X OPTIONAL)

Come on and use me again.
You know I love it.
I’m your slut,
Your little whore.
Come on you bastard,
Fucking use me.

You piece of shit!
I fucking hate you!

END

author’s note: this song was written in collaboration with Danielle.

Apocalyptic Vision

The world’s ending mother fuckers.
Can’t you see that?
Look around at the hell we live in.
Minds changed, deranged
Bridges burned, hearts chained
Sould ravaged, damned
Tables turned, the fall of man
Happy memories of pasts we’ve forgotten
Fading to dust, icy like frost

There is no love,
Only lust
A drive for sex and drugs.
Adrenaline runs high.
Fist to fist, we fight each day.
Stalking our prey in the night.
Indecision kills no more.
A drop of blood falls to the floor.

What’s one more blood stain on my hands.
It means nothing in this empty land.
Razorblades pierce through skin.
Can’t you see it asshole?
It’s going to end.

Little boys turned into me,
Little girls become their whores.
Another man beats down my door.
Minds altered, drugs rule this world,
Lives destroyed, just look around.
Another soul lost to the void.
A heart is broken, babies die.
A victim of soft-spoken lies.

Poison injected, heroine and speed.
Darkness creeps, another mother softly weeps.
The body falls, a lesson learned.
And life is lost, court adjourned.
END SONG

author’s note this song was written in collaboration with Danielle.

My Gift

CHORUS
Burning embers in my hand
A passion that won’t always last.
My gift to you, my suicide
And every guilt free day after I die.
END CHORUS

I made you do this.
You begged for me to end my life,
Though not in so many words.
Outcast always into the shadows,
Forever watching the world around me turn.
My gift to you, my sacrifice.

CHORUS

Your love, like the fire raging
On the house next door
Could not last.
We were doomed to failure.
Beauty and her beast.

I’m sorry I had to hurt you.
Sorry I had to make you hate me.
But it was the only way.

I couldn’t leave with your love
Still on my mind.
I couldn’t leave with your hand
Still in mine.

Burning embers in my hand.
A passion forced to end.
My gift, a heart that beats solely for you.
My selfish gift, my suicide.

author’s note: this piece was created for the soul use of the band tears of pain.

Last week I went out with my cousin. He took me over to his girlfriends house her brother and best friend was also there. We all set in her room(my cousins girlfriend) at the same time my cousins was rolling a blunt. I had smoked weed plenty times before but I not a full flegged smoker. After he had rolled the blunt we went out side to smoke it. My cousin lit it and we began to pass it around. I usally take alot of small hits but tonight i decided to take lots of big hits. Near the end of the blunt i was feeling weird not like i usally feel in im high. The time began to pass like someone was flipping through one of those books with the pictures on every page. Then everything i thought of was funny i thought of south park and i laughed my ass off about cartman saying respect my authorita then we went in side were i remember giving every body hugs then my cousin was like Jake(Thats my name) u know i laced that shit but i was to fucked up to ask what with then my cousins girlfriends parents came home and wanted me and my cousin to leave but i really go home because come on i was fucked up so my cousin called up our friend brad because his grandpa was not home and we could chill out there for a little bit. We left and was like 15 mins away from my cousins girlfriend and we had the munches. My cousin looked through his pockets and realized He had forgotten his money at his girlfriends so we continued to brads we got there and circled around the block for bit but we didnt see him home so we was feeling pretty good i still had that flip book feeling we went home and i raided my refrigerator and luckly my mom was out getting drunk some where cause if she was here she would of killed me so i decided before she got home to go to sleep. so i went to sleep. i woke up and smoked another blunt and went back to sleep that’s the end

(**This submit topic belongs under “Poetic-Vampires”**)

Walking beyond the veil of night.
Velvet loneliness has taken flight.
Silver liquid goddess is ushered in.
A blushing bride untainted by sin.
Pallid moon rides nocturnal black wings.
Windswept stars shivers as the breeze sings.
The night seduces me and I obey.
Falling into beckoning arms without delay.
I, a moth lured into a covetous flame.
Singes my soul as it’s laid to claim.
Undressing me of flesh and bones.
All my inessentials discarded like stones.
Drunken flesh imprinted by chilled fingers.
Marble fangs clench for drops that lingers.
Time shudders as my heart forgets to beat.
Behind the mask of a god smiles the devil.
Crimson yen awakens the flesh with revel.
An immortal kiss endures timeless restraints.
Beyond the veil of night we are perpetual saints.

5.8-22.04
By Madame Poe

theres so much going on right now its hell. everything is going worse. one of my friends tried to help me with my problems because i didn’t know how to stop. i keep cutting myself. my friends name was adriana i don’t know if shes still my friend because she gave up on me along time ago. shes always been there for me, but when she wanted to help me i just pushed her away. she only wanted what was best for me. shes completly mad at me i know now. i should have listen to her and trusted her. now i’ve lost adriana. i’ve lost so many friends because of my habbit of cutting myself. so now i’m even more alone than before. i’ve tried so hard to do my best and to be happy, but it just won’t happen. i thought that their was no one out their that can understand how i fell. i see that i was wrong. theres this girl that i met her names melissa. she nice to me and she really knows how i fell. when i think that everything is hopeless and it doesn’t matter what i do i wil never be happy. shes there to help me. theres something about her that relaxes me and calms me down. i know that it her that inspires me to try harder and not to give up. i’m glad i met her. for now all that i can do is try my hardest and never give up because if i do thing will just only get worse.

i am the life, the death, the immortal
i am the dark commander
reigning in darkness
souls falling beneath my fiery sword
purify

cleansing the earth with crimson tide
land stained with the blood of the innocent
killing indiscriminately with pleasure
listening to the screams of the victims
purify

we are the ones who in darkness reside
dark thoughts bringing about dark deeds
working towards the dark goal we share
total destruction of the earth
purify

Lightning in the sky
over a red sunset
Wonders of nature
that make us forget
Christmas in summer
what do you think?
Watch the lights now
as they blink
We all stare at the same black horizen
remembering where our eyes have been
A sadistic fantisy thats all it seems
but it will come for you and me
But remember,
before you die,
you and I,
Will probaly meet
on a street in our minds
and we’ll hold hands,
Smile and Kiss,
and then we’ll walk t
to watch the world end

My best friend and I began cutting ourselves for fun. It was a blast! One night we stole my dad’s booze and scalpel (he’s a doctor see) and we tatooed ourselves. We took it in turns. It is so blissful because you don’t even fell it at first. You run the balde over your arm and it’s like nothing happens… until you see the blood oozing. The scars are beautiful the next day. And for some reason we feel good about ourselves. It’s a drug. When the wound begins to sting you just pour warm water on it and I swear it’s… sweet. Like someone rubbing your brests. Yeah, that’s it. Like someone gently caressing your nipples.
I don’t know why everyone else does it, I don’t know if it’s the same for everybody. But for me it is the epitome of pleasure. It cures restlessness ans stress and sadness.
Thank heaven for long sleeves.

Vampire

They met at a concert held in an outdoor area. It had been a very hot, humid night in which the night sky was crisp and clear. The large crowds of bustling people had not helped the heat factor, however. The two never expected it before that night in which they met but the coarse of fate had brought them together…

A slender figure of about the height of five foot seven pushed her way through the screaming crowds. She was dressed in unique attire that was not seen often seen, her black pants were long and trimmed with many chains and straps of all sorts, her shirt was a simple black tank top. Her shoulder length hair hung down in her face. There was something very different about her though. She continued to fight through the crowds until she found a spot close to the stage. She stopped to look around at the people surrounding her. The people stared at her with a seemingly fearful look in their eyes. She turned to face the stage, ignoring the strange stares from the surrounding humans. She felt another person brush up against her, the person had very cold skin, she turned her head to see. Her icey blue eyes met with another dressed much like she was. The stranger also wore dark clothes covered with chains and straps and also wore long hair that fell into her fair toned face. She was a bit shorter than the first girl, who had sensed a unique likeness about this new stranger. She simply ignored that feeling though, thinking that it couldn’t be possible. The shorter girl nodded as if apologizing and took her place next to the other. The shorter of the two looked over and commented to the other girl, “Cool pants.” The other nodded and replied, “Thanks.” Their eyes met again and they were both sure of something unique about each other. “My name’s Azriel,” the taller of the two introduced herself. “And I am Malitia, or just simply Mal.” The two smiled and turned to face the stage in which the band was just now entering upon. The melodic sounds of a wailing guitar and a mezmering voice filled the night air. The two girls watched the band with an occassional glance toaward each other in which there eyes would always meet. By the time the night was half way over, Azriel felt as if she had known the stranger for many years though they had hardly even spoken to one another. The two had moved much closer together throughout the concert and their bodies were now against each other. Azriel looked over to her side where Malitia was standing next to her. Malitia looked back at her and smiled innocently. As she smiled, Azriel noticed something about Malitia that she had not previously noticed; she had two elongated fangs that came to sharp points. Azriel laughed lightly to herself and smiled back at Malitia, revealing the same sharp pointed teeth that Malitia had. Azriel continued to grin, realizing what had been so unique about this stranger and why she sensed it so well. Azriel thought to herself, “Ah, so I am not the only one.” The two were both vampires. Malitia slowly moved her arm around Azriel’s shoulders. Azriel, still grinning, put her arm around Malitia, who was now looking toward Azriel’s neck with lust. Azriel watched Malitia as she pushed her hair behind her ear, revealing her fair skinned neck. Malitia ran her hand around and behind Azriel’s neck and moved her soft, cool lips towards Azriel’s throat, barely kissing it. She wrapped her other arm around Azriel’s waste just as Azriel did the same to her. Malitia held on to her new “friend” tightly and gently bit her neck, not yet breaking skin. She pulled back and looked into Azriel’s cool, blue-grey eyes, smiling. Azriel moved forward and ran her hands through Malitia’s silky hair then down to her back, and held her closely. She then returned Malitia’s favor and slowly, lightly nibbled her neck; then pulled back. The two stood together for a moment and looked into one another’s eyes. They both leaned in toward each other, moving their faces as close to the other’s as possible without actually touching. Their eyes met once again and they looked at each other for a split second. They moved in closer to each other, allowing their cool lips to touch one another’s. They closed their eyes and gently ran their hands down each others’ backs. Their lips touched again but this time they allowed their tongues to gently slip into the other’s mouth. They kissed passionately until Azriel slowly pulled away, looking at Malitia. She smiled and leaned in toward Malitia’s neck again. She ran her tongue over the side of Malitia’s neck and began to nibble softly. She soon began to bite a little harder, still not yet breaking skin. Azriel continued to prgressively bite a little harder until she pulled back looked into Malitia’s eyes, “We shall be together forever,” she said, still looking into Malitia’s soft, calm eyes. Malitia nodded in understandment as she leaned in to kiss Azriel once more. Their lips met and their tongues gently brushed against each other. Malitia pulled away and Azriel moved down to her neck again and began gently biting again. Malitia sighed heavily and said, “Make us eternally one.” Azriel’s fangs broke through Malitia’s soft, fair skin. Malitia breathed heavily and dug her finger nails into Azriel’s back as Azriel’s fangs dug deeper into her neck. The warm blood flowed and dripped into Azriels’ mouth, beginning to flow through the veins of her slender body. Azriel took her last drink and pulled away as Malitia leaned in to Azriel’s neck and carefully but swiftly stabbed her fangs into Azriel’s neck; drinking her blood, making them one mind and one soul. Malitia felt the blood flowing through her, the soul of Azriel flowing through her. It was a feeling like none other. The two felt each other’s thoughts, feelings, and souls flowing through the others’ veins. Malitia pulled back and looked into Azriel’s eyes, smiling an innocent grin of blood stained teeth. Azriel smiled back, “We are now one for eternity, two immortals bound by fate…and now by blood. I know your thoughts, just as you know mine and I know your feelings, just as you know mine. We are forever together, even if we are apart. My love, welcome to my body, my mind, my soul…my immortal.” Azriel leaned forward, running her fingers through Malitia’s hair then holding her head. The two closed their eyes and allowed their lips, now warm with the flow of each other’s blood, to touch once more. At this last passionate kiss, the two vampires dissappeared from the crowds of screaming people just as the final songs chords faded from the night’s warm, humid air. The strength of one immortal can be amazing, yet the power of two is forever undefeatable.

Can you hear the angels cry
Watching people
Watch them die
Cry to heaven
No reply
Why is this a surprise?

Screaming crying in a crowd
No one turns and no one frowns
Watching waiting no reply
I guess I’ll have to wait until I die…

Fallen broken here I stand
Most is tasteless
All is bland
Romance wasted
All is gone
All of which I always longed.

Going under
Stinking fast
Choking drowning on my past
Good intentions left me here
With all I’ve lost
Nothing to fear…

I want to be the ruler of the universe!
I cant stand these people
As they laugh and I curse
They’ve trapped and damned it.
Free- free-free from this misery

M-misunderstood
I-insane
S-serverly damaged
E- En-trapped
R- rebel for our sake
Y- Its my choice!!

I want to be the ruler of the people that I see
I want to rip there tongues out
And show them this is me!
To the blood- To the pain
Now you all shall go insane!

M-misunderstood
I-insane
S-serverly damaged
E- En-trapped
R- rebel for our sake
Y- Its my choice!!

I want to be a goddess of all the hellish things,
To set them apon the earth and listen to the humans scream!
I want pull there hearts out, and suck the blood dry,
Im sick and tired of come home and hearing myself cry!

M-misunderstood
I-insane
S-serverly damaged
E- En-trapped
R- rebel for our sake
Y- Its my choice!!

I want to be a person that nobody will see
I want to be immortal, do anything I please.
With long black and silver wings and be everything I want to be.
I will show the world that THIS IS ME!!!!!

M-misunderstood
I-insane
S-serverly damaged
E- En-trapped
R- rebel for our sake
Y- Its my choice!!