Bloods lust
The pain to trust
Not knowing when next you feed
Not know if you'll ever be freed
From the binds that hold you
The words that scold you
Creature of the Night

Walking with the moon
Sleeping with the light
Living life out in the shadows that fright
All living man to run from thee
All but the night creatures that truely see
Such a lonely existance


Waking to sleep
Sleeping to wake
Without a change to make
Bound the ritual day
To live always the same way
To live always without the light
You poor creature of the night

I like the poem....Touchin to someone such as myself...You must continue to write dear......That is something that you will have with you for the rest of your life....And you will always be able to reach someone within your writtings.

<_< shit..i wish i can reach someone with mine,
i it only reaches me and my lonelyness.
OH! yes! like the Literature you wrote.
Is it? i donno me retarted.

Black Dragon my dear...Pm me or email me some of your poems...Please...I would love to read them...::Smiles warmly:::

B) Oooooooo.....really?
That would be cool.
I will have to go find them.
May take me till tomarrow or the next day.
If you dont mind.
My rooms a mess right now.

Well.....well....well.....good poem....... -_-

That fatefull day
Alone you stay
To go about your life
Not knowing when
The clock strikes ten
To take away your life
A door left Cracked
A shutter unracked
Let the dead man in

Asleep that night
You tossed and turned
A dream to dream in fright
The death creeped neer
Its body yurned
For you to die tonight
Not out of hate
Nor love nor pain
But only a simple urge

He opens his eyes
Sits up in tears
Dreaming his dreams
Facing his fears
He opens his eyes
Looks through the dark
But a dead man he doesnt see
Smelling the air
He wonders why
He knows who was there

Wow .......it´s cool.....
i like it :) :) :)

Of course I don't mind waitng my dear....The best things in life are worth waiting for...And who knows?...You could really help someone with them...Just give it some time.....I know it is hard....For I have hardly any patience...But it will come.....**hugs you**

Cold chilling to the bone
So open yet so alone
Waiting to be seen by the passerby
Waiting to be frred to finally die
A man alone to spend his life
A child inside with whom to fight

No reason to be yet alone I wait
A reason I blamed on fate
A curse passed down from father to son
Blood to blod this weakness run
So cold is this night
So old is my fright

A day to live
To die that way
A sun to warm my blood
Only to cause decay
I die if I leave
I'll die if I stay
Being so very alone this way

I cant handle it no more
I wont be what they say
I'm a man god damnit
Treat me that way
Fuck you all for this shit I have
This dambed blood damned me to hell
Well damn you and damn them as well

I gone I give I cant take this anymore
So cold so very cold
Such a loney walk so very old
Its time i end the circle of pain
Its time my life i laid down in vain

wow... that is really really good... :P
I wish I could write that well... <_<

you know i just had some one ask me if i wrote these poems wich was sorta an insult but i dont think she ment it that way yes i write these poems i love poetry always have and everything i every show people is mine unless i show them edgar alen poe my fav poet

This is my poem called 'Unloved.' Kinda corny but that is how I feel.......

It kills me everyday
Watching others be in love
They hug and kiss and play
Always bragging that their in love

It eats away my heart
It chills me to the bone
Killing me ever slowly
Leaving me all alone

I wasted many tears
Looking for my own
Yet truth lies in my fears
I will always be alone

Even as I write
I cry these painful tears
They fall upon the night
Where I lie alone with all fears

Now my eyes are dry
Leaving nothing left behind
I sit and wait and watch time fly
Hoping soon to die

I have given up on love
Only wishing to wither away
Waiting for darkness to fall from above
Waiting ever patiently for that day

Why do you people torture me?
Why must I watch this life alone
Why can’t any of you see
I’m yearning for a love of my own

Now look at me
I’m cold and heartless
My heart has turned to lead
I am as you say a shell of nothingness

I feel so weird telling this
I always keep my emotion hidden
Makes me want to think and hiss
That I am angry outside and within

So as I watch these lovers play
In the shadows I will stay
Waiting till love comes my way
And still waiting to this very day…



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Edgar Allen poe is my favorite poet too. He inspired me to start my own poems. Though the one above is a little lame.......who the hell cares? But I must say that your poem was quite beautiful.
~*DarkRubyEyz*~

Not bad .....

Very very good poem good for you. :D I like it.

~Celeste~

I write poetry off and on I like your poem

heres one I wrote after I was made,
I never watched the morning rising,
too busy with the days first chores
but oft I would watch the suns fading,
As nights cold embrace crept across the moors,
within that momentI felt my loss,
Of yet everything that has been missed,
for used to feeling my spirirt despair,
I would never feel or felt my own hearts wish,

once I was of light,
but darkness fell,
and where once was love,
love is no more,
You said-goodbye
Don't say- I didn't try

For these tears I cry
are but falling rain
for all the broken promises and lies you told me
the hurt, the pain!

And I shall weep to be so alone
I am lost!
I can never go home
now in the end I shall be - what I will be
No loyal friend was ever there for thee
Now I say -goodbye
I say- you didn't try...

Those tears you now cry
have come to late
take back your lies
the hurt, the blame!
It will be you who will weep
when you face the dark alone
I am lost as you are now
I can never go home

Now reality shifts
truth breaks
darkness is at your doors
for this dark sleep is broken
Hate has awoken
the heart has gone to war
hope fails, blood flows
the darkness has answered the call
and through the branches now this eind sings
to feel the will of unliving things
the last traces of humanity and now coming darkness have gone to war

Its about my abandonment of hope of life and the abandonment of my maker after a time when he made me for I had to learn the hardest lessons and pain of being a vampire and still dealing with the last shread of humanity left in my being , my light battling my darkness and it still battles today through memories and remembered feelings of the past

Not to criticize, but I'm not a huge fan of poems that rhyme really...it reminds me of those little kid story books where everything rhymed about the little boy going to school and learning the ABCs. It's an excellent piece of writing, though.

I like 'em both. I wish I could work up the courage to post some of my own stuff on the boards.