im kinda new at this, so i would just like to see the talent of others bloom. This will be a great place to share your works and get feedback. well, heres my story.

The Talisman

I walk into the night with my eyes set on the moon and the warm human blood dripping from my pink lip. The body lays behind me. Laying with his naïve eyes open. He came so willfully. The humans who are donors, die in minutes. They give it willingly. Stupid idiots. Vampires like me will suck them dry. Dry as hell. The night looks upon my happiness in death and screams my name. The stars shine down, in all their bloody glory. The moon, glaring down in pity, pity on my now dead victim. I have no pity for him. He was a dick head anyway.

I walk upon the dirty gray asphalt sidewalk, still staring at the horizon. Dark with evil. Evil, discord, and death. Just like my heart. Deep inside, underneath the innocent appearance, I am evil and dangerous. In these times, women are thought to be innocent, weak, or useless. I am none of those things. I am the exact opposite. My awakener thought that right after he changed me, that I wouldn’t kill him. Why do you think he’s not here now?

I am a pitiless hunter, killer, and murderer. No one could escape me. Not even other vampires. I drink vampires and humans alike. It is no difference to me. Just that ones cold, the other is warm and throbbing. I can still feel the donors heart pumping more blood into my open mouth.

The only problem is, I have to be careful. Years ago, I killed many with my curse of the undead. I still am, but now, I am being chased by vampire hunters, vampire elders, and vampires themselves. Even though I am as strong as I am, there are ways to take them away. I am just glad no one knows those ways. I am very glad for that.

I am still walking in the night, as I think of the scenarios of death that may come to me. The end of my curse and the end of humanities suffrage. I’ve wished for that for so many years, now that it has almost come true, I wish that it would disappear.

My eyes get dilated as I lower my head, to boost my powers. I smell a hunter. A weak one. But she is after me. I guarantee she has an axe, a sword, and a vampire at her disposal. Good, but not that good. I take a deep breathe of fresh air, and run to the area she is located.

I see the flash of light reflecting off the silver of her sword, right into my vampire eyes. I sigh heavily as she searches for me. I drop down, softly, and await for her to turn around.

“Dogoda.” She spoke my name, just like she was going to scream it later.

“Sarah.” I answered as I quickly took a step closer, took her by the neck, and ripped it off her body. The blood flew onto the building beside me. The smell of slayers blood always made me cringe. It would make me human with vampire strength, but I never wanted it. And I couldn’t figure out why. I would be living. But I guess, I couldn’t risk dying again. By the same way I have before. I threw her blood covered head into the long alleyway, and left the body for the scavenger creatures who lurk the night, searching for food that us, the vampires, have left them. I left the scene and continued my way to my apartment.


This, I think, is one of my better ones. I think. Soon, i will put more on here. Please, put urs up. Everyone on here IS VERY TALENTED. let it bloom.

Poem...

I walk to the tall bridge,
above the placid water,
the cars flowing past me like the water below,
i stand on the hard steel bridge,
and let my body gravitate downward,
its a long drop,
the feirce wind splashes my hair behind me,
my eyes glaze over with memories,
the stars following me as I go under,
the night sky glares upon me,
split seconds pass as I hit the stiff water,
that the pain travels to my nerves,
i dont hold my breath as I slowly drift farther and farthrer down into the dark abyss,
my eyes see the bright moon still shining through the surface waves,
blood pours from my body as the water pressure forces itself on me,
my vision begins to blur as the moon is no longer visible,
just the grim darkness,
darkness is my friend,
swallowing my body as a whole,
Goodbye.

vampgoddess, I think your poem is lovely, it is very well written. The first story though could use some work, I like it but I think there was something that didn't quite make it something I could keep reading. Try not to write from your own point of view, make it from someone elses, that for some reason is more interesting.

another....

GOD

You hurt me so bad,
but now that you're not here,
I try to forgive you,
but I can't,
I believed in you,
and you tore me down,
and left me in shame and self-loath,
all alone,
I loved you,
but you took my love for granted,
You didn't care,
now,
you're asking for me back,
but I promised myself,
I would never do that,
I cringe at the sound of you name,
you obviously didn't care,
so why should I?
God?
All of the love I gave,
you disregarded,
All of the tears I shed,
all for you,
All of the times I prayed,
youd did not answer,
All of the things I did for you,
All of the knowledge I learned,
All of the people I spread your disease to,
all of the feelings I felt for you,
Everything,
wasted,
God?

Another poem...

How I feel right now I just can't explain,
I just can't handle all of the pain,
people look at me with hate in their eyes,
but all mine can do,
is cry.
Hearts Roar,
spirits fly,
mind soars,
eyes fly,
the numbness is coming on,
now that my emotions are gone,
i put on my mask,
so people don't see,
the real me,
people have no idea how I feel,
the deep ruptures of my heart can't be healed,
they will always be there,
inside my heart,
it will always be a part.


:ph34r:

yet, another poem.. Lol.

No Longer Loves Her

A little child walks into a field,
as sad as she can be,
"dear father, dear father,
do you hear me?

I call to you,
and you do not answer,
what's wrong?
Do you hate me?"

The young child looks to the sky,
and asks these questions,
her tears fall,
her father,
her creator,
no longer loves her.

Her creator, Jesus, Her father,
no longer loves her.

another poem

the darkness surrenders,
the light surrenders,
what is left?
no evil, no love,
no innocent, no guilty.

Life surrenders,
death surrenders,
what still stands?
no good, no violence,
no hatred, no tenderness.

You surrender,
I surrender,
out hearts, our souls,
our mind, our strength.

I loved the poem, "God"

Though I did read your first poem, I stopped at that one, because this has to be said... A lot of people feel that way. A lot of people are angry, and choose to focus their anger on God instead of place Him on their list of Nonexistent Creatures in between the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy. But I understand how you feel. It's a feeling a lot of people have. You weren't abandoned. I know that's hard to believe, but you weren't abandoned. Every person in your life, every friend that cares, everyone that's there for you, they're with you. Some things you have to go through alone, even though you have people that care with you, you are going to be alone. I know that may sound hopeless, but they're still with you, they still care. You are not going to be abandoned. You are worth it. You are so much more than you realize.

And you have a gift. Your words flow through the page and leap into the hearts of others, they've lept into my heart. Thank you.

What makes this so good is that it is very detailed, structured, and to the point...which makes it really awesome and easy to read.

I am looking forward to hearing more from you!

BLOOD THIRSTY

In the dark of nothing,
I hear evil scream,
the urge of crimson comes to me,
the sharp pain erupts my vein,
revenge screams my name,
all those years you tortured my soul,
al those things you have told,
I have burned within my brain,
now its time for you to feel pain.

The pain ha ended now,
time to pay,
the pain has ended now,
time to slay,
the pain has ended now,
ha, ha time to play.


Thanks Darkfaery, you are very talented also. Thanks for everything you said.

Lovesucker, thanks. I really appreciate it.

:imu: Thanks.. :imu:

Another story...
(YAY)


.Vindictive Lucifer.


Alone in a dark alleyway, a young woman lies. Blood pouring from her slim neck. She draws her last breath and dies in the human world. The moon still shines down on her rotting carcass. The thunder roars as her eyes open once again. But yet, her heart is not beating. Her lungs are not pushing air in or out. The blood throughout her body is not running. But yet, the physical body still lives. The rain pounds the black roads. She sees people running for cover under newspapers and umbrellas. But she didn’t mind the rain. The rain was her friend. Along with others. Death, hate, revenge, darkness, and fear. She could smell fear upon the dirty old bum she was standing before. His dirty face wrinkled as he looked up. Moving towards the brick wall behind him. She could hear his heart beat the blood through his veins. Which came to a shock to her, she wasn’t bitten by a vampire. Or put under any curse. She was killed by a gunshot wound to the head. But yet, her head felt fine. No blood was oozing. She heard the crow roar and at that moment she knew. She knew it was her time to seek revenge on those who did this to her. Although God was not merciful, Lucifer was vindictive.

This young girl was once happy and loved. Loved by many. But her perfect life was stripped from her by her abusive husband. She had a lot of anger and hate for his soul. She was so happy when she first met him. Harry was his name. Sarah was hers.

This poem is kinda shitty tho. So dont laugh.. lol...

SILENCE

Silence fell upon my soul,
as I watched the stars fly by,
kissing the gentle breeze,
and it swiftly went by,
the black velvet ground,
supporting its color,
bright lights.
Silence fell upon the world,
as the moon became visible,
under the sun's deep shadow,
the orange ring made their eyes focus,
focus on the middle.
Silence fell upon the universe,
no sound is present,
the outer space is peaceful and calm,
right before rough winds.

shitty!!?? I like it..
it makes me think of times I sit outside looking up at the night sky

another poem.. thanks buddha...

THE STORM

Thunder precedes the darkness,
lighting my eyes,
i see the ashy clouds,
circling around the field beside me,
I am not scared, nor worried,
if my GODS want me to face this beast,
I must,
the corn sways back and forth,
waving at me,
the storms voice rumbles the asphalt ground,
the puddles ahead look like Rivers flowing across the road,
people panic in the car,
but i am not scared,
nor worried,
the storm is speaking to me.

another poem....


forever souls float in the soft breeze of the moonlight/catching my hair, throwing it behind my face/my eyes focus on the silver moon/the stars throw down their smiles to the black velvet skies/ the gently breeze again swipes my tears from my cheeks/i am sad.. and they know that/they try to cheer me up with flashes of light in my eyes/and rumbles of thunder smile brightly with my tears no longer falling/they have succeeded. i am happy now that thunder erupts from the skies. and the rain begins to fall.. the world has taken on my sadness upon itself

BLOOD

blood drips from my lip/
as i bring them from my victims necks/
his carotid/
the taste of his blood erupts in my heart/
so beautiful/
i lick my lips with my crimson tongue/
his heartbeat gets slower and slower/
and fainter and fainter in my ears/
the moon looks down in his death with laughter/
i throw him to the placid, dark alleyway floor and continue on my way/
continue on my search for fun in the noisy night/
continue in my search for food

TEARS

tears roll down my cheek,
as i am holding the knife in my hand,
i can not breathe,
i can hear my heart beat,
i look to my wrists,
and put the knife to them,
i see the blue blood flow,
as i tighten my hand,
pressure leans against the blade,
but does not cut,
only making a white mark,
how i wish i could do it,
how i wish i could just get it over with,
end the suffering,
end the hatred,
end the tears.

2 new poems..


my eyes burn with hatred/as i look to the black clouds gathering infront of me/thunder erupts behind the sunlight/darkness is all i see/my hands clenched with ice between my fingers/the wind whips my hair around my face/the earth shakes beneath my feet

screams fill my ears as i look to the sky/my eyes start to water.. as i start to cry/the moon looks down in sorrow/as the sun looks towards tomorrow/i do not want it to come/for it is another day i am alone/i remember all the memories we share/i also remember that you didnt care/

another poem

I am a worthless being,
no one will touch me,
no one will love me..
I am a worthless being,
i always think of myself,
and no one else.
I am a worthless being,
who cares if i die?

All of your work is amazing but this one would have to be my favourite so far, it stired feelings and memories I had long forgotten and please don't try to do anything suicide isn't the answer, fuck I sound like a shrink, but unlike them I do know what I am talking about it will get better it may take a long time but it will, now back to your work I found it to be very inspiaring, you will have to forgive me I haven't written or spelt anything in 6 weeks so I am a bit rusty I look forward to reading more of your work and let me introduce myself my name is Ashleigh but please don't call me Ash otherwise I will have to kill you and I don't want to do that

Okay, Ashleigh.. Thank you, I know that suicide isnt the way, that and some other things have kept me from actually doing it...and thanks, i really appreciate what you said...
But heres another poem

I remember.

find me again losing grip on reality saving my life dosen't mean as much anymore so here i am on the floor/blood pouring from my wrists/without you i cant survive/without you i have no life/come find me make me what i was bring me home to you i remember the day u died/i remember how much i cried/i remember looking back on memories/i want you to come take me home with you/so then our love will never end/we would be high in the sky/without a care in the world/if dying for love is wrong.. i dont wanna be right...every time i look around i see you i feel like i'm going to die everytime i see you i wish i could fly/up to you in the big blue sky/and kiss you all through the night my life is almost over, and my heart is almost done/ well b together forever.. very soon

I really enjoyed reading your new poem I can really relate to it not in losing a lover but in another way my twin brother killed himself about 2 years ago and ever since then I have been doing my hardest to get to him *tears* I also found your poem to be very beauitful

Thank you very much, I am so sorry about your brother.. I really am...

oh wow..your words are so sad....they made tears form
I love your avatar...your emotions are so clear

WOW... your work is very outspoken... and eye catching.... I'll stop by again.. for more...

narti

Thankyou, but I have my good day and my bad but each day it gets a little easier I remember after his funeral I climbed up onto the roof and just started screaming at the sky everyone just came out and stared at me then I collapsed and almost fell of the roof see I can talk about it before I couldn't and any way when I see him again I am going to hit him so hard, soo when are we going to see more of your amazing poetry?

Thank you for your comment, it is good that you can talk about it now... Its good to talk about things..

DUSK

The moon gently glides towards the top fo the dark velvet sky,
flowing through the stars,
on a black golden street,
on the top of the world,
it smiles and shines its shadow across the lands,
allowing evil to enter the blackness,
allowing it to run amuck,
allowing it to run across the land hand-in-hand with moonlight..

There ya go.. and once again, thanks, I REALLY do appreciate it.

Here's another poem, of when I was feeling "down."



i hide behind a mask of laughter, just so ppl dont figure out that it does bother, my face is telling them different emotions, but they fall victim to my happy motions, being hyper and crazy all the time, but if they look into my eyes, theyll figure out its all lies, pain is knocking at my door, and here i lay with my knife on the floor, i dont cut to deep, just so ppl dont see, i dont want ppl seeing the real me, cuz if they do, darkness will be all they see, looking into my lightly colored eyes, they will see all the times ive cried, and all the times ive wanted to die, i think oh itll drive them away, but some of them do stay, but even to this day, i am scared to show who i really am, bc ppl dont care who ur are anymore, all they care about is how u look when u walk through that door. They dont care what ur feeling inside, all they do is push that aside, they dont care that u think ur lame, all they want is fashion and fame, all they think, is that this is a game, it is, but a game of life or death, what will i choose, well lets check, will i live to see twenty one, or before then will my life be done? i am not the one who did this to me, society did, dont u see?

Another poem...


i look into your eyes, and see my cries, all the things ive done for you, you dont have a clue, when i needed you the most, you ran away, but now that ur hear to stay, all i wanna say, i wouldnt run from you, i thought our love was true, but i guess i was wrong./////stay away or ill punch you out, when u ran away i had to change all i thought about, whenever i thought of you, my eyes started to water, and i remembered you with her

umm, I'm a noob, so if I'm posting in the wrong place or something please let me know at SquallLeonhart142003@yahoo.com

Easy Way Out:

Emotions consuming my mind,
I just want to leave you behind.
My body can't take all this pain,
I'm slipping I'm going insane.

I just want to, pull the trigger, drop to the floor,
Take the easy way out.
I just want to, put my fist through the door,
And show you the way out.

These thoughts I think, urges I feel,
These voices that taunt me feel so real.
Would it be a murder if I kill myself?
What does it matter? It's like I'm in hell.

I'm done with this, I don't need you anymore.
I trust no one but myself, I don't trust you anymore.
'Cause I know I'll just end up alone in the end.
I've got to get out, when will this nightmare end?
I'LL MAKE THE NIGHTMARE END!

I so agree with you in this poem, its my new favourite I love the way it is written, well I just plain love it because it is so true, I understand where you are coming from I noticed the same thing when I was in highschool, everyone wearing surf brand clothes, clones thats what they are all clones I also noticed they try to make their lives like the drama programes they watch, pathetic yet when there is a friend in need they don't care as you wrote "My face is telling them different emotions but they fall victim to my happy motions" its right there in front of them a friend who needs help and they get fooled, bloody clones.

Lyric_Heart! Damn, that was banging man!

Well, Thanks TwistedDoll. Since I havent put a story up in awhile. I'll do that now! ^_^

I stare into the eyes of a devil as his unholy grasp holds me. His shimmering eyes share the interest of mine. I smell the bitter scent of blood on his breathe.

He holds me firmly as he gets up from his kneel. He stares down as if he is pitying me. He leans in for the kill, but I broke his strong trance of charm. I flew him across the room. He knows a witch, like me, is dangerous. He showed his ugly face.

I slowly got up and grabbed him with the mystic forces and crushed his skull. His limp body fell to the ground with a thump.

I grabbed my rubied daggers and stood over my prey. I kneeled and jammed the dagger through his cold black heart. As his ash burned, I grabbed my kitana and walked out into the vampire party. They greeted me thinking I didn't know. Acting like humans. Which naive humans fell for, they got themselves killed. But I played along like I didn't know, hiding my kitana and daggers in my thick leather coat. I knew this would be a good stunt, if I pulled it off.

Lyric_Heart, post more. I would like to see some more of urs. Youre a good writer.

Another poem...



WORTHLESS

How can I sit here?
and think about myself?
when people are dying?
when people are crying?

How can I think about myself?
when theres people who have it worse,
than I do?

How do I deserve to live?
When I do these things?
I am a worthless being,
never loved, never cared for,
just worthless.

Just some poems I wrote...



Closing Down on me


I cant see the box closing down on me
getting tighter and tighter whenever i breath
i feel like im all alone
i feel like everything im doing is wrong
i just wanna scream out my lungs
i just wanna fix everything thats wrong
the world is closing on me
everytime i breath

I cant hold on to this ledge any longer
i cant make myself be any stronger
i feel nothing but death and hate
i dont wanna face my fate
im afraid there wont be one atall
all i can do is crawl
back into my little box and stay there
bc no one outside
even cares

I cant see the box closing down on me
getting tighter and tighter everytime i breath
i feel like im all alone
i feel like everything im doing is wrong
i wanna scream out my lungs
i just wanna fix everything thats wrong
the world is closing down on me
every single time that i breath

i feel like no one knows the real me
but why would they want to?
i feel like people dont have a clue
who i really am inside
i feel like ive already died
fading away from the human earth
into my little lonely world
just alone,
in my little lonely world.

I cant see the box closing down on me
getting tighter and tighter everytime i breath
i feel like im all alone
i feel like everything im doing is wrong
i wanna scream out my lungs
i wanna fix everyting that is wrong
the world is closing down on me
every single time that I breath.


Pearl Harbor

Peace is present on the morning of December 7, 1941,
The sun shines in all its glory,
The many planes fly above the puffy white clouds,
Barely visible,
But the red dot on the sides brighten up the skies,
The sound of the planes roar into the American ears,
The planes fly above the American fleet,
And drop their hate and frustration in the shape of a missile
It travels through the water quickly as the Americans sleep peacefully,
“Bam! Boom!”
The sound of destruction sings,
Fire swells the American boats,
Japanese planes are dropping the bombs every five seconds,
Killing many,
Many others are on machine guns shooting down their enemies,
Suddenly,
Many bombs fly from the sky,
And hit the U.S.S Arizona as a rescue ship passes by,
“Oh no! We’ve lost the Arizona! This can’t be happening!”
Horror falls upon the peoples faces,
The sweat on their for heads are tears of hate and anger,
The rescue ship slowly travels on through the watery grave for the white clothed bodies floating in the bloody water,
People moaning in pain with tears of hurt quickly rolling down their cheeks,
The second wave is coming,
The bullets and bombs fly into their bodies,
Piercing and killing their life,
People still inside the sinking Arizona,
Others are trying to cut the bottom of the Arizona so the bodies underneath can still feel the warmth of the Hawaiian sun,
But God is not merciful,
They die,
Drowning in the bloody water of Hawaii,
The United States Army airports were also hit,
The same look as the harbor,
Bloody and unbelievable,
The president gets the tragic news as people are still shooting down Japanese,
He can not believe what people are telling him,
His eyes grow big with mixed feelings of sorrow and hate,
On December 6,
President Roosevelt asks Congress to declare war,
They do,
The time for war is approaching,
They get ready to attack,
Teaching young boys the techniques of attacking by air,
They fly off,
Into the rainboed sky,
And do the same,
They attack Hiroshima,
And fly home with the Japanese army on their tales,
But they escape with their lives,
World War Two now includes America.

another damn poem..

Darkness

Darkness of the night,
Sunlight looses the fight,
Hiding behind,
The moon,
Like a coward.
Darkness of the night,
Love is not in sight,
Hate is all around us,
Destroying life.
Darkness of the night,
Black versus white,
Tension pushes against me,
As I leave.
Darkness of the night,
Blinds my sight,
Making me not see,
They real you.

Hello sweetie, I love this one.
I know what it feels like so I relate to this poem I also loved the Peral Harbour poem that was so well written I was very impressed

aww. i thank you very much. I appreciate it.. Here's another story.. I'll put up more poems soon..

I put my hand over my misty forehead and squeezed my eyes closed. I felt the sweat building on my neck. I let my breath out slowly, as pain shot through my veins.
The thunder rumbles outside my open window. The rain falls on the glass, making faint echoing sounds. I look to the window, the white light catching my eye. The rods scramble across the dark, velvet clouds; spiders running across the sky.
I look at the leaves of the trees, swaying in the windy rain. It pours on the black asphalt as a waterfall, never stopping. Hitting hard against its surface.
I take another deep breath as a sword of pain cuts through me as thunder screams. The constant rainfall was making me stronger. So was the storm. Getting closer and closer until it was right above me. I could feel the eye surround me. I closed my eyes and cracks flew to my ears. I outstretched my hand to the cold window and laid my palm on the glass. I could feel the power run through my veins. Run through them like Rat Poison. Killing off my reasons to stop, and killing off my power to stop.
The anger inside just kept building. I couldn't feel anything, but numbness, barely that. This is the only thing that calms my mind, well, the one thing that doesn't involve hurting myself.
But I know this is hurting other people. Making them crash, get hurt or die. I take human life. But why? I did not ask for this gift from hell, it was given and I didn't want to recieve it.


I need a title for this. But for now, It is untitled number one. lol.. please give me some suggestions.:D :help:

THE STORM WITHIN THE STORM

how about that......love your work
julian ^_^

Thank you very much. I like that idea. Very good.:D

hey, thanks vamgoddess, for the support, you're really good yourself.

'nother poem:

Knives
(theme of Lyric Hart)

Close the blinds and turn the lights out,
You know he don't like the sun.
Draw your swords and clear your conscience,
There's a battle to be won.

If you ever find him fighting,
You are not to interfere.
If you ever hear him crying,
Just wait, his demons are right here...inside.


Every time he sees your picture,
He dies a little more.
Every time he draws his sword,
He thinks about your words.

Did you know you broke his heart that day?
Did you know he's still alive?
Did you know he's still in love with you?
Did you know he saved your life...again?


Every time I see this scene,
I feel knives through my heart.
Every time I watch you leave,
I can feel the pain start.

Have I done all this work for nothing?
Have I wasted all my time?
Then I look into your eyes, and, I...
I'm sure my life is not a lie...no more.......no more.

my user name is actually from a character (who is based upon myself) in a story I've been writing, kind of a work in progress, basically Lyric is the badass dunpeal version of myself...anyways, I thought I'd post a little excerpt, let me know what you think at SquallLeonhart142003@yahoo.com

"I saw a stranger walking towards me out of the foggy night whom I know now must have been the Dunpeal. I could just barely see his pale face beneath the wide brim of his hat...His facial expression was one of complete odiom and loneliness, yet one of duty, as if he had lost everything he believed in but still lived and fought for his beliefs. He wore a long, black trenchcoat that reached down to the top of his black combat boots and almost covered the holster staps that obviously held two large handguns at his sides. At his left hip there hung a long, razor-sharp rapier in a very decorative scabbard. As he came closer I could feel a freezing breeze hitting me from his direction and then the air became suddenly still, but much colder than it was just a moment before. The nearby streetlight dimmed considerably at his approach...It felt as if he could extinguish a raging bonfire with just his presence. He walked past me, keeping his slow but ever-steady pace. As he walked away I could feel his presence departing and it got a little warmer, as if his cold, dark aura of odious energy was no longer upon me. I watched him disappear back into the fog and was suddenly gripped by fear....I feared this man, this 'dunpeal'. I turned on my heel and ran for my life."

lemme know what you think.
-Lyric

My firend i think i LOVE you lol that work is good
i love it
destin4darkness

i live this as well my firend keep it up adn i will be back lol

desyon4darkness

hey thanks, destin4darkness, I'm glad you liked it :punk:

I loved it also. Very good. I wish you would write some more in this forum. Everyone should. I would love to read your work. It is very good. I will also put more up.. Thank you Lyric, I appreciate it. ^_^

Another poem

Maybe to Hell

Secretly and Constantly wishing to die
is not what my life is for
so why do i do it?
Grabbing a knife and cutting my wrists
is not what my life is for
so why do i do it?
the numbing pain driving me mad
is not why i am here
so why have it?
the sorrow i feel everyday
is not why i am here
so why have it?

The reason i have it is simple enough
God..
life..
hatred..
sorrow..
all go in the same category dont they?

Christians suffer the most
pagans suffer
muslims suffer
islams suffer

the bible tells us he does this to make us stronger
but all he is doing
is making us farther
soon the world will be destroyed
where will we go?
maybe to heaven
maybe to hell.

Yeah, its crappy but I wrote it at like 4:30 in the morning.^_^

new poem, kinda crappy though :help:

This is the day when it begins
Today I made so many friends
This is the day my life begins
Today...today is all I have left.

This is the day when my light fades
The day I pay for mistakes I've made
The day you took back the love you gave
This was the day when all of you left

Next is the day I'd rather forget
I gambled my life and then lost the bet
Remember your words ringing in my head
And I don't have a single thing left

This is the night I became who I was
I want to forget this thing called love
I've finally learned that it's useless because
In the end I'm the only one left
And now this deep wound in my chest... :help: :help: :help:

I like it.. Its not crappy, anything but.. lol.. I like it, please, please put more. ^_^

Another poem from when I was feeling "down"

BLEEDING

I lie in the middle of the floor,
The blood pours from my wrists,
My heart slowly beats,
My eyes gaze over,
With memories,
Some good, some bad,
Memories of my childhood,
My and my dad,
Laughing together,
It seems like forever since I’ve laughed,
Memories of people being in my face,
Calling me names,
Yelling at me,
Tears fall from my eyes as I remember those many years,
My eyes blink,
And erase those memories,
But more come from the deep, dark abyss of my thoughts and mind,
I remembered thinking everyone was against me,
No matter what I did,
No matter what I said,
They were always against me,
Exiling me from my life,
Maybe,
If they didn’t do that,
I would of did what I did,
My heart is almost dead,
My life is almost done,
So goodbye,
Maybe you’ll learn from me,
Life sucks,
Then you die.