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Post by ilovestark on Nov 2, 2009 21:14:54 GMT -5
yay first one to post!!! ;D okay this one's after someone died in my life and i made it to honor them.. hope you like it
A Scarlet Rose
You smash your head Upon the ground, And with it flees The aching sound. It makes the pain Of your wasted life Melt away Into forgotten strife. No past memories Burden your mind; Not of your pain, How it was so unkind. You're left with emptiness Oh, sweet silence. And your muscles Finally relax in complience. In complete surrender Your eyes slowly close, And the night of restlessness No longer shows. The blackness of Your split decision Envelopes your thoughts With surprising precision. It weakens your brain And leaves you for dead; Eventually you're found With a red halo around your head. THey say that in death A smile was on your face, And your hands were on your heart, A scarlet rose in its place.
So ya kinda deppressing, but in the end it almost made it seem like it was the most peaceful thing that the character ever did.... tell me what you think i love criticism
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Post by Amante dei Libri on Nov 2, 2009 22:21:26 GMT -5
Great poem ilovestark! I feel kind of bad for posting something so not serious after that, but... An Ode to the Day After HalloweenI should stop eating candy. Snickers, Reese’s, M—and—M’s Ah—those M & M’s How I love chocolate! How I love your candy coating! Red, Blue, Yellow, Green, Orange, Brown Alas, I should stop eating you! They tell me of the sugar high, that you will induce. That you would cause with your unpronounceable sugar. Your sweet, yummy— But no! Tis’ not to be! You are not mine to keep! You are not mine to eat! I am too old to trick—or—treat. Too old, the adults say, to eat you! You, my lovely, sweet, scrumptious— No! Do not seduce me with your unpronounceable, chemist-created sugar, your— delectable, delicious, unattainable awesomeness compacted into tiny bites of crunchy, melty, candy-coated chocolate! Oh, the agony of it all! That I should be denied, where my younger brother is not! And to hear the death-toll, of the words— “You are too old to eat so much sugar, give that candy to your brother.” Hope you all enjoyed it! ;D
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Post by kittyhalo17 on Nov 4, 2009 18:25:56 GMT -5
yay first one to post!!! ;D okay this one's after someone died in my life and i made it to honor them.. hope you like it A Scarlet Rose You smash your head Upon the ground, And with it flees The aching sound. It makes the pain Of your wasted life Melt away Into forgotten strife. No past memories Burden your mind; Not of your pain, How it was so unkind. You're left with emptiness Oh, sweet silence. And your muscles Finally relax in complience. In complete surrender Your eyes slowly close, And the night of restlessness No longer shows. The blackness of Your split decision Envelopes your thoughts With surprising precision. It weakens your brain And leaves you for dead; Eventually you're found With a red halo around your head. THey say that in death A smile was on your face, And your hands were on your heart, A scarlet rose in its place. So ya kinda deppressing, but in the end it almost made it seem like it was the most peaceful thing that the character ever did.... tell me what you think i love criticism it reminds me way to close to a really close friend of mine that i have almost lost many times. its scary perfect.
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Post by ilovestark on Nov 4, 2009 20:46:50 GMT -5
it's cause i'm THAT amazing!!! jk but i am really sorry about your friend... usually my poetry is personal and off of my own thoughts.... for example, i wrote this for a person i think is my friend only when he has nobody else to converse with... This is fake friendship...
Fake Friendship
You tell me how I'm crazy, That I can't see past my beliefs. I think you've been mistaken, Though you can't see past my faults. Ancient grudges let go now by me Is still held close by your heart, But you don't seem to notice. You act upon once forgotten rages, And somehow, you don't seem to care. I can't tell what you're thinking, Though you believe you can understand me. To you, every person Is your own personal amusement, And it shows that you're sick! You're confident in your abilities, And I'm confident in mine. You will never know what plagues my heart, Much as you want to think. You make me sad in defeat. I will never get through to you, And I fear it's too late. I was meant to help you, But you push me away, Disgusted with how I act, And meanwhile firing a bullet. It's wedged in my heart, my soul. I can deal with the pain, But it hurts only you. Do you choose to ignore me? I turn my back to you In hopes that someday I may win. You've searched my soul for weakness, And you've found none. It's up to you, my friend. You can't do this on your own. You choose to hate me, And you're making me hate you. I could never help you If i carry a broken soul. You've somehow torn it with Your lies and fake friendship.
So yeah, it's kinda jumbled and jumps around to different thoughts, but that's my mind lol... ;D
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Post by ilovestark on Nov 9, 2009 22:51:58 GMT -5
Well, here's the beginning to a story that found its way into my head, as hard as it is. So here it is... It isn't titled yet, but i put this one in as a working title...
My Angel Blood
I cautiously stalked him, trembling at the extreme proximity of our location; he in his coffin, and I just outside. The vampire had style, I had to admit. The glamour he cast around his medieval-looking castle gave the appearance of a very appealing house, not scary, but not something that anyone would suspect. His whereabouts could not be seen by most humans, and to me it caused his lair glimmer around the edges of his magical shield. To plain, weak mortals, it was just a nice grandparent-type house, a house where kids could come for Halloween, eat homemade candy apples, and not think anything of it. In this day and age, that is rare. Really rare. With all of the pedophiles, rapists, and murderers, one wonders how anyone survives. Well, I do it with my half-angel blood and powers nobody could imagine. My name is Rebecca Wood, and only five years ago (when I was only twelve, I might add), my mother broke her vow of secrecy and told me that I was the daughter of an angel. She says that I am meant to do great things because, like the Virgin Mary, she never conceived me. I was sent by God, as told in her dream that told of my power. According to the angel Gabriel, I will one day bring peace among men, and glory will be brought to God and Jesus. No pressure, right? Wrong! Since then, I have had the privilege of knowing that I one day will bring peace to the godforsaken world that Earth has become. Just two years ago, my friend Darren was killed by a serial killer that took pride in cutting off limbs one by one while the victim was still alive. I was too late to save him, as my healing powers would have cured his injury, but I was occupied with killing a rogue werewolf, mad with age and exiled from his pack. As for my abnormalities, I have none. You may think that I’m kidding. Every human has a flaw, right? Wrong again. Because of my angel blood, sinning is very hard for me. My human blood rejoices in the feeling that it is sinning because humans are utterly ripped creatures. It is a wonder that most make it to heaven at all. My angel blood literally tears my heart to pieces every time I sin. That is why I try my best to avoid it, at all costs. I am very beautiful, and even though it comes in handy in many occasions, it is a pain in the ass. Walking through a town is hard enough, being able to see the sin on people, hearing their thoughts, but when I am gawked at for my beauty, it makes it worse, especially when they are male. Many female humans would revel in the fantasies that men have about them, but after some time, it gets repulsive and overall disgusting. My blonde hair reaches down to my waist, glittering like gold with every move. My skin is the color of marble, and it is so smooth that it looks like the actual material. My bluish-purple eyes often cause people trouble. One of my God-given powers is the ability to form thoughts in another’s mind, but it’s usually stronger if I’m looking them in the eyes. The victim doesn’t care, because when they look into my eyes, all they see is something that holds them into place. For men, that turns into desire. For women, that turns into the want, almost a need, to be my follower. Without a word, they will do whatever I say. My eyes=another pain in the ass. Imagine having a boyfriend that already wants to jump your bones because of how hot you are, but once they stare into your eyes, it’s ALL they think about. Trust me; I know. Reading minds=another pain in the ass. So yes, I have never gotten farther with a guy than harmless kissing because, for some odd reason, my sinless soul attracts them, especially my touch. My best friend, Cameron, often tells me that holding my hands makes him want to never let go, and it scares me. My Father must want me to die a virgin, and I’ve often told Raziel, the angel I communicate with, to tell my Father that He must never want me to love because of my reluctance to be involved with a man. How else do I explain to my partner that I can put thoughts in his head, make him desire me, make him never want to let go of me, and I know every thought he has? Yeah, I think not! As much as I like to dwell on my past problems, I must get back to the story. The glamour cast on the vampire’s mausoleum was eerily sparkling in the shimmering moon. There was something that just called to me from that place, and it was unusual. It couldn’t be the vampire; vampire powers didn’t work on my because of my angel blood. It couldn’t be the glamour; they didn’t work on me either because angels cannot be fooled. (Oh, there’s another power of mine. I can hear lies). So I didn’t understand why I was compelled to silently creep towards the vampire’s house. It was as if I wasn’t in charge of my mind and body. I understood it to be God’s way of guiding me. He must have wanted me to go a certain way, and that if I didn’t I would be killed. So I ignored the loss of control and instead focused on how I would kill the vampire. Usually when I was in this situation, I just focused on their passed sins and used it to destroy them. Other times just the touch of my hand would burn them, as my holiness was a curse to them. When worst, I could spit at them, as my saliva was as good as Holy Water to them. And if all else fails, there is the good old stake to the heart. As soon as I mapped my moves of action, I was at the back door of the “house”. Some odd instinct of mine told me to throw a rock at it first, and I did. Who am I to ignore the will of God? I stepped back, and sure enough, a huge sword came down and spiked the ground on which I was standing not thirty seconds ago. The door flew open, and I hid in the bush, willing the tree to hide me. Since God made the Earth, the Earth will do God’s will, so the tree shifted and twisted to cover my pale shape. The vampire quickly scanned the perimeter around his house, astonishment clear on his face. It was obvious that nobody had ever escaped his door of death, and he flitted about the backyard, sniffing the area for signs of blood. Suddenly, he stopped in his tracks. He thingyed his head to the side, as if he was listening to the sounds of the wind. Slowly, he turned around, smiling in my general direction. It was then that I saw the vampire for the first time. His hair was a very dark brown, and they warmed my very soul when I stared into them. It was almost enough to make me will the tree to remove my ensnarement, but I was also appalled with my weakness at the vampire’s looks. I stared in wonder for another five minutes, struggling deep within myself. His hair was that of a chocolate brown, as long as his ears and with a cute little flip at the ends. His complexion was very clean for a vampire, and his physical structure was very attractive. His muscles were evident through his shirt, but they weren’t big enough to be frightening, just very cute and handsome. He had a six-pack, and his bronze skin was glistening with sweat. The last I saw was his lips, how they were a light brown, curled up over his fangs. They should have repulse me, enraged me, but all I could think about was his lips on mine, his fangs biting into my neck, his... Wait! Hold on! I was part angel. I shouldn’t be attracted to this thing, this creature, this demon! My purpose was to kill things like these. After all, I am supposed to be the one to bring glory to heaven, and now I was being attracted to a vampire? I would not stand for this. My arms shook in anger at myself. I could not allow myself to be attracted to this beast. I wouldn’t! The resolve was in my blood, and I knew that I would not be distracted from my goal. It is then that the creature spoke. “Ah, Rebecca. Rebecca Wood. Your thoughts should be shielded more, my dear. I do not think you are aware of this problem, so I shall not use it against you this time. Why, may I ask, are you here?” I was afraid to speak, afraid to give the vampire the satisfaction of knowing that I indeed was here. The cowardly part of my mind had told me to hide, and I banished it from my thoughts. I would have to confront the beast, and he knew it. In the most graceful movement, I willed the tree to uncurl its branches. I stepped of its cage, wearing a regal expression used only by angels. The vampire smiled seductively in answer to my response, and it made my heart soar. My heart screamed to him, “take me now!” “Rebecca, once again I tell you that you should cloak your thoughts. They shall come in handy to those that only wish to hurt you. For example, I know exactly what you are and I know exactly how to lure you into certain weakness. Your heart is no longer yours, for it aches for me. Ah, you are surprised. However, your face explained your feelings that time for you; I didn’t have to read your mind.” “What do you want? You already know why I’m here so why don’t we just cut to the chase?” “What I want is unimportant, but first I want to know why it is that you seem to find it your responsibility to carry out your God’s wishes?” the vampire grinned. “Surely it is not out of pure amusement.” “Vampire, it is cruel to suggest that I find it my responsibility to carry out my FATHER’S will. I do it simply to rid the world of sickly creatures like you,” I retorted, smirking at my response. “Do not suggest, Rebecca, that all vampires are ‘sickly creatures’ as you say. I am a good vampire, and I take only what I need. Surely the God above cannot punish me for that alone,” mocked the vampire. “And I would prefer if you would not refer to me as a sickly beast or creature. I have a name, much as it may surprise you. My name is Tristan.” “Merry meet, Tristan. I am Rebecca, as much as it may surprise you. But of course, you already knew that.” “Nothing about you surprises me, Rebecca. Wait, no, I take that back. The ability for you to desire a ‘sickly creature’ like me is astounding. I was eighteen when I was turned a vampire, Rebecca. If you wanted me, we would be the perfect age for each other.” I recoiled when I heard those words come out of his mouth. Of course I desired him. How could I not? He was very handsome, and he was the perfect age for me. Of course, he probably only wanted me for my blood or my powers or both. “On the contrary, Rebecca, I find your beauty and mind more attractive than the blood or powers. Actually, angel blood might just be better than the sinful poison of human blood. I believe that I could love you very much, if you just agreed to not kill me. I am very aware of all of your plans. They are very obvious in your head. Of course, I bet that you wish that you could read my thoughts, to believe that my intentions and words are true, but I am afraid that it is impossible. I cloaked my thoughts a long time ago.” As the vampire was saying that, I began to process his words. He actually wanted me, and I didn’t have to hear his thoughts. I wouldn’t have to worry about hearing how he wanted to have sex with me, and that was enough for me. But as soon as I thought that, my angel blood in me pounded with rage at the very thought of agreeing to this beast’s terms. How could I love a vampire? I was the very essence of God Himself. Why would I lower myself to such a sick creature? Why would I risk my soul to be with this monster? I wouldn’t. This vampire could just work his magic on someone else. Not me. I made my decision, and then I used my willing of the Earth and of the Holy Spirit to cloak my thoughts from Tristan. It was obvious that it worked, as Tristan’s face turned from a knowing smile into a confused frown. “Are you sure, Rebecca? You know, you would not have to risk your soul to be with me. In fact, I wouldn’t even turn you into a vampire. Hell, we could even get married if you wanted to so you wouldn’t sin when if we decided to go all the way. I would do it for you, and the powers are just an extra bonus. You have the makings of a powerful mate, one that the vampires could never mimic. Join me, Rebecca! I will not do you harm!” As he said that, an almost angelic halo surrounded his head. I rubbed my eyes in frustration, sure he could not have had an angelic trait. He was a vampire for Earth’s sake! I closed my eyes and channeled the connection I had to Raziel. Automatically, the angel appeared before me in all of his magnificence. “You have summoned me, dear one,” began the angel. “I assume that you require assistance, is that not correct?” “It is correct, my brother. I need guidance,” I whimpered. “Do not complain at me in that tone, Rebecca. I shall not tolerate a weak half-ling. Now, continue in a strong voice”, demanded Raziel. Knowing not to anger or disobey an angel, I nodded in compliance. “I must ask for your opinion on the subject of Tristan, the vampire.” Raziel seemed to think for a moment, and he staggered back from the shock of his thoughts. “Rebecca! You are within talking distance of this monster? You are attracted to this beast? Rebecca, you are foolish if you consider his words. This beast cares nothing for you. He cares only for your youth, beauty, and virginity. He knows that you are half-angel, and he knows that you are sacred. You are the only person that can bring peace to Earth without bringing upon the sinful humans the wrath of the Lord. He knows that you are instrumental to Satan’s demise! He will use you, Rebecca, and I will not stand for it! Kill the bastard! He cares nothing for your heart, Rebecca, and he will use you to bring chaos to the vampire coven. Kill him, and do not be fooled by his intentions! Use your deciphering of truth! Use it! Begone from me, and do not ask for me again until you have burned the vampire or I will myself!” From there, I was thrown back into my body with such force that it knocked me to the ground, breathless. I considered Raziel’s words and somehow my mind chose to ignore them. From somewhere above, a booming voice in my mind told me, “Rebecca, follow your heart. This union is meant to take place!” From then on, I knew that I was going to make the right choice. While I was thinking this, I realized that I was still on the ground and that poor Tristan had been frozen in his place. I restarted time and walked towards him. Carefully, I placed my hand on his face. He closed his eyes and smiled in response. I could even feel the muscles in his body relax in unison. “You have the Angel Touch. Rebecca, your hand feels just incredible. Are you certain about your decision to join me? You do not have to, and I will leave you in peace,” Tristan mused. “Tristan, the only decision I have made is to be with you. Keep your promise. I will not risk my soul and become Satan’s child. I am and forever will be a child of God,” I whispered in his ear. The closeness of my mouth forced Tristan to shiver, and I smiled. Of course my tricks would work on this boy. It worked on everyone. Tristan pulled me into his arms, and I relaxed automatically, as if we were meant to be. I fit exactly into the mold of his chest, and it comforted me. Perhaps we WERE meant to be together. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy this moment. I also made the subtle decision to uncloak my thoughts from Tristan, and I could feel the smiling of his face. “Ah, Rebecca. Your joyous thoughts bring great peace to my heart. I was afraid that you had decided to be with me to kill me when I trusted you, and now I know that you are true. I will keep you by my side for as long as I shall live,” beamed the vampire. With that, he kissed my forehead, and his touch had a chill to it that numbed my senses and with it brought a new feeling of pleasure. I had never before felt that, and it surprised me. I turned my head and looked up at my new boyfriend. He was smiling with a joy that was reserved for angels only, but he was able to wear it. I locked his lips with mine, and his awaiting answer was exhilarating. His kiss was sweet, but it was very strong. Our mouths whispered in unison, and it caused me immense happiness. I could tell that it was the same for him, as his arms were very tight, entwining my body with his. Finally, I broke away from him, but did not leave his arms. I basked in the joy from our first kiss, and I yearned never to be parted from this man. Tristan would be mine, and I would be his. “Well, my darling, what do you say to getting married?” questioned Tristan. I nodded my head in agreement, and without a word, he kissed me again, picked me up into his arms, and flitted away into the night.
So yeah, there it is... What do you guys think?
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