Hi everyone I'm new and I write stories and poems ect.... so I will use this thing to write and post them down in...
:banana00:

You call yourself a friend, the next minute your not.
A two faced friend should be ashamed to be called a buddy.
I ask why, why, must we have a thing such as two faced friends?
Do they not see what they're doing.
For when they find out what they have done, they do not hear, the silent weeps.
For it might be the frist time or even 200th time.
Why did they do that?...I trusted them
We try so much to understand.
:yikes000:

~The new vampire~

I open my eye's from a sleep that had swolled me whole my mind and all.
I see things new to me....where am I?
I feel pain in my neck, i feel drained, i feel alone,
I try to speak...my words are caught in my throat.
I hear all, i see things new, I try to recall my faint memory back.
My breath is heavy it's as if i'm trying to breath but can't. I feel a need...a need i can't explain my body acts as if it's a an animals body. My body knows what i want, Someone comes i gasp!...who or what is coming?
A image of a man appears before my eye's...he carrier's something at his side. I hear gasps and feel the struggle for life from the thing....
He throws before me a human..wait am i not human?....It bleeds the blood dark cherry red I hold back My hungry more than i can bear. Do u feel the hunger as well? Do u want it...like that glass of water you can't reach? the hunger the thrist .....I feel it...my body feels it it's a pleasure it's a wants it's my need! I can't hold my self back any longer. I bear fangs out ...fangs from my mouth?...I ignore the question and plunged into their side of their neck...my fangs dig deep and hard into the soft flesh. my mouth allows the blood of this victim to flow easily and smoothy down. I feed...I am new and i still have much to learn but for now i feed on something i, myself use to be..*shame* * pleasure* *hunger* *love*

welcome to darkwhispers...you will like it here....your story is good

why thank u but i'm trying my best since i'm having some wat of a writers block

Wow that was really good i really liked it.
Rose

i feel lost, alone, my tears run down my face...and turn to ice
was i that cold to others?..but hurting others felt so good.
i loook down...but no one's here now. why?...will u protect me and love me even though i hurt you?...and enjoy my pain and loneliness? I won't let you get away we shall be one and share our pain together. and inflicked pain apond those who are happy or bother us

shame. blame. the whole darn game
i feel shame whenever i cheat on u...the other girls blame me for taking their men..well i can't resist they're so tasty when they don't belong to you
I lie I cheat..i steal *giggles* and i love this game wanna let me play with ur heart? or ya wanna play with my little old use to be pure heart?
well i have my peice's set up wanna join?
what's ya got to lose?






*nanny* see how you feel now
(edit for content *lol*)

I see her lying in the coffin everytime she comes upon my mind. I can't help but feel nothing...I cry...I know she was dying of cancer. but why?...I feel the saddness take over again. I shut it out like a door i don't want to enter.
I might not be liked or loved..but my nanny was the only one other than my mom in my mom's family that acually cared..the rest of them we're f***ing ***holes, ***ks, yes that means auntie rose-marie she ****ing always took jason out for his birthday all i got was f***ing chalk...and she even tried to take the rings off my nanny's hands when she had just died! what sickness you bring..But now i laugh as i see what your family turned out like and how you look now...it makes me simply be gald...To me now the only part of my mom's family that was family is nanny. So to this all i have to say is F**** u guys!!! i love my nanny

the_vanishied ....uh i will like it here..hmm...dose it mean i have a choice to like it or you already know i'll like it? either way your right i'm jennie!! hello

~Pain~
do you remember the frist time you felt pain?
Do u remeber the frist time you had sex was there pain?
Do u like pain?....I do...it brings such pleasure to me and happiness
Well i remember the frist time i was hit by a car

The car speeded pass the street, i hold on tight onto the metal bar..holding for dear life...I pray oh please make it stop!...My hands become sweaty. I feel light, my hands lose their grip, i can't breath for the moment, i'm losed. my mind embaces for the impact...such pain that impacted brought. as i hit the paved road my back feels a sharp razer blade pain up my back. my head hit against the pavement it brings more pain. then my blood that gives me life starts to pour upon the pavement. I plead inside with the pain i know i should have worn a helment but it's to late now...the pain drowns me as i feel the lose of movement i no longer know of wat is happening. i only know is that i see people crowding around i wonder what's caught their attension?...They parametic's take me up and into the whiteish car...i have no clue to what's to happen i'm tooken away....

~dreams of my lost soul~



My soul...i'm not quite sure what a soul is...
I use to dream of things i write i could dream of this and that and have stories that caught everyone's attension...but of late i've had no dreams my soul is lost ...i wonder now on a path trying to find it ...and wonder when my dreams and soul will find eachother again...but when if not soon i fear my own self...me without my true soul would be nothing but dust in the wind. I feel useless now i try to find ways to go into other's dreams or to link to them . i try new religions...nothing works what am i missing is it love?...is it truth?...is it...i dunno i can't think my mind becomes a maze to me own self. I'm losed. I'm drowning. *i scream* Help help me ....i see a familar face it's me the true me...but it just stands on shore and watches as i drown farther and farther down. I scream, i bitch, i moan
all i wish 4 now is to find my soul, my true love, and my creativity.

your work is so intriguing...very detailed and slamming home a message that is unavoidable..you talk on real things in which we all can relate

guess i'm not having that bad of a writers block




~my dream~


I awoke with a medal bar in hand. I wear a old red dress. I hear the moans of creatures. I glid to the door with bar in hand. I open the door. Something comes in, Oh my g** it's a zombie. I freeze. My heart stops.
I start pounding in it's head with the medal bar. It head split's open like a watermelon. I go downstairs, no one's home.
I'm alone. I some how are put up to the challanges of killing these zombie's in my dream. i remember a part in which a little zombie girl bites me from behind when i had been talking to a friend. I shierk. I faint into the darkness. My friend takes me to a place a mythical creature's such as vampire's, werewolves, witche's. She pleads for my life i remember. i awake from my dream, i retreat from my safe bedroom and scope the area around. once i see all is clear of zombie's i start to go back into my bedroom. then i hear the giggles of a little girl, i turn around and the fimilar zombie's girls face comes into view. she grins a most evil grin. I stand in shock for a minute then i run as fast as my feet can carry me into my room and hide underneith the covers. Wishing someone was there to hold me.



p.s
this is a true dream and i'm afaird of zombie;s
and the last part kind of happened so

writers block is horrible. though this seems to be the place for you. just give it time and you will see yourself grow. i definitely know i have. every time you write you always do better. i look back at my first poems and see so many mistakes. just give it time and effort and you'll be a flawless writer or poet in no time. welcome to dark whispers.. considder yourself one of us now.

U guys make it sound like i have no choice to leave this place...and u know what i like it. *smilies* i'm one of those happy joyful people come across but i have a darker side i never show and through my works i shall welcome you guys into it.



~take ur seats everyone enjoy what i have to give it might not be much but i'll try to scare the guts out of you~ :yikes000:

btw if anyone has advice please just tell me, or things i could add. thank you

the only hints i can give are: dont use the same word usually more than once in a poem. if you do it takes away from it and makes your work look and sound better, plus it makes you look smarter because you will learn millions of synonyms

and two: You call yourself a friend, the next minute your not.
A two faced friend should be ashamed to be called a buddy.


it seems kinda long, kinda wide

i would suggest

You call yourself a friend,
the next minute your not.
A two faced friend should be ashamed
to be called a buddy.

it looks cleaner, easier to read. though this is just my opinion. their your poems, your thread, all yours :)

XXX



*this might be a little towards the older people*




My body ache's as it intwins with your's.
You grab at my tit as if an infant.
Tonight i join you to my world and you join my to your's
I a witch, you a vampire
My cermony begins with the joining of my blood to your, ur's begins when ur blood joins mine.
Our love is through bonditage and i shall take you as mine and you shall be my master
*i grab hold of you* *kissing you softly*
Ur voice communicates to me it say's "are you ready to be turned?"
I nod, knowing that i only want you as my master no one elas.
You bite into my neck, the pain of ur ivory white teeth biting me hits my nerve's and sends them wildly tuning into the pain.
I start to feel dizzy I had struggled at frist but now i was becoming subdued by the pain but yet there was pleasure in it *ur arm is still wrapped around my naked body and your one hand on my tit*
I feel ur lust and my lust meet eachother..
I feel our needs and wants of eachother whril in my mind.
*u pull ur head back from where you had been feeding on me*
I feel numb *u offer me ur wrist* it bleeds blood thick blood *i take it drinking your blood* I feel a change in me, i feel my life drowning,
I awake. to you at my side, i see things new and different. My body still uncovered showing my privates in full appeal. *i lick my lips* *you bend down and kisss me i run my tounge into ur mouth feeling ur fangs but now it's not just u with the fangs* i gasp, *then smile* when's dinner is all i say




we are one and always shall be

why ty you for the advice uh..whoever*huggles* it mmeans alot for me...
since i've been writing since i could lift a pen advice is always good

~it starts again~

A kiss a huggle it starts again
I've dug myself another hole
Well whatever
smootches and then holds him tight
This hole is big but let my enjoy my new found friennd
Well it starts again

I've been lovelorn
is no one there that wants to help, dose anyone not care?
You every feel like you love so one so much..
but they treat u like shit and walk on u like a doorway mat?
I loved it was forsakened, I cared it was turned away,
My kisses, u brushed off.
U shook my off whenever i hugged u
I'm left empty inside
My heart is stone cold ice
Do i even bleed anymore?
Dose it matter anymore?

~makeup~

i wear upon my body and face a mask and makeup
i look like a normal outkast, but inside every tear i cried everytime someone's hurt my feelings my true darkness wishes to rise
It mutters at frist, let me out
Then screams: let me out you F****** b****
The words that replace the screams are now advice, just kill them all, who cares about them?....aren't you better?...U don't have to take this, stop crying you cry baby
I tighten my fists then smile, I go to that person the next day
I say, hello
Then when they turn around to say hi back i just smile and save my anger for another day and put my makeup back on

~alone~

I'm alone, i'm fagile glass
I hear only my heart pounding
I hear nothing elas
no one's here
alone
i cry
no one to help me
i look down
every friend i get gose away
when i love or like someone the ignore me
so alone
loneliness is my only buddy

My love~


I like this one guy, and he says he gonna dump hi gf for me.
and he;ll hold me tight.
but little dose he know, i cheat, i do much worser things,
I dunno wat to do should i dump it all for him?
or what
I do not know
plz advice would be great

~don't need drugs~


i don't need drugs to get me high
i have sugar and happiness!!
*dose the dance*
get down tonight!! :banana00: :banana00:

ur poems are good , just need a little bit of work , as well as mine dont get me wrong :) , welcome , drop by my thread if u like :) hope u enjoy it here ! :P

....from x-lil-dark-angel-bitch....

~Dark Whispers~

I sit in a corner alone, My wrists are covered in blood.
My eye's are awake, my mind between subcations, I have been left alone.
I cry as i think of my screwed up life.
I stand upon my feet, as i hear dark whispers that echo in my mind," come your one of use now."
A door made of dark black wood has stood in front of me. was it always there?
I ask no questions and walk in as i'm welcomed by people like me i'm welcomed by the dark whispers of those who understand
I finally belong to these dark whispers
I am part of our family now

~blood moon~ :icon6:

The moon, show's our true color's
My true love, It is the night of the blood moon
I join to u my master and you ajoin to me
My blood becomes yours. i become yours

~witchs lust~


Oh ye i say, i am wiccan, hide underneith these covers of a normal weak human girl i do. I try to discard me wiccan'ess but, as my power arises.
I feel the urge and thy can not hold'est any longer.
I Let me feet lead thy through the streets to where me true self lies. i come across a meeting of us wiccan's i feel at home.
Before i could me self back i begin to chant ye wiccan rede. and join in my witch's circle, this is my lust to feel mself live again..to all those hiding they're witch's heritage this is ur witch's lust.
don't try ye to fit in enjoy this and be ye self for be proud ye is a witch
we are one
we shall always try to know our true selves and powers
we witch's

~no one realizes~

Dose not anyone realize me?
I'm alone, i keep fucking up
what will make u happy?
what must i do?
what must i do to be noticed
Dose it matter?
*crys*
i guess i'm alone

~that's the poem i remember~


I write it down fast, so it dose not slip my mind
I wipe away my tears that are filling my eye's
I write upon a little pathlent
I am in a house where the dead are viewed
I look up to take another glace of why i'm writing this poem
And i see a brown coffin, it's lid opened.
Tears fill my eye's once more
The hurt the lose the pain comes back to remind me of why i write this poem
In the coffin lays my grandma...the frist person i ever lost
I feel the pain, later that day my uncle typed up this poem it was layed amongest with her ashes, i did not see the rest of her furneral ...but this was the poem i remember writing
the words no longer in my mind
just that i wrote that poem
and now it lies with my nanny
I hope she likes it
I begin to cry

Very well expressed. I'm glad I came. By all means keep posting.

~she/he name was ~

She/he took pride in her heitage
she/he was not skinny but no fat
she/he was annoying u could say
she/he was kind and sweet one minute
but could turn cold
She/he was liked by those who understood her
she/he was always strong when she thought she was weak
She/he was there to always help a friend
she/he was always or mostly shun by people
was this she/he U?
she/he never knew love and when he/she knew it they lost it shortly after
We forget about he/she often
Lets not forget about U if u are she/he again

~writers block~

Us poets and writers find this even if were not looking
I go to post a poem..my words are caught in my mouth.
I go to write a story the story seems to never stay with the plot
*i pout*
I go to write something after a few minutes
it still dose not work! I become stressed, i swear, i yell, i scream
but it's all in vain
I wait a couple of weeks thinking that should be enough
still it's not enough i scream i yell it all staarts again...then after many try's i decide i will not write i refuse to
then one day i walk down a street idea's plot's storeis whirl in my mind
I smile than run down the block to my house
I begin to right
i look at it, it's my best work ever!
No more writer's block
(hoping that it comes sooner than later to us writer's)

I read some of your work. I like some of it. Keep going.

~nature to me~
nature is sumtimes forgiveing. but also sometimes mean as can be
It's beauty awakens my soul
My mind follows the scents that intrige it
my body feels soft and content
it's wonderous mountains bring my eye;s to awe
I feel the smoothy touch of the wind, no touch as great
..okay maybe a lovers
this lover is quite and almost always forgiving
nature to me is my deepest desires panted with different scence of nature
what is nature to you is what i ask?

(L) LOVE (L)


He is the kindest, he always is there to forgive or comfort
oh where is my love?
I cry at home when i do not find him that day
He is someone that tries poetry to and can bring out my love for it.
the poems he writes make me more in love with him
he understands me
we both listen to music oh where is he
*u don't love someone becuase they look good, but because they sing a song only you can understand*
Oh my love i'm listening

Very expressive . .

What they said...expressive. :banana00:

~amongst the forgotten~
i am amongst the forgotten. people have ignore us. step on us. beat us down. WE use to cry we use to dwell in our own sorrows
but we shall unite and with our lost souls bound us together and strike at those who have tooken are advange of us
we once looked weak
we are now strong
we will no longer be the forgotten
we shall be the known
*do not weep for those who only take ur tears and use them as pride guids, don't ever let people walk on u, be strong in mind and u shall be strong in everything elas.*

~the moonlite sky~

It shows the beauty that can be made
the moon brings us such wonderful poems and things
this sky covers not only our world but serval
it's a place to think it's a place to be looking at with ur lover
It such a beauty it make sum cry and some smile
it's our moonlite sky
what dose it make u feel?
*look around at everything u have, and see not everything is bad*

Dear jennie

I dropped by see?? *licks your ear* Nice work you got here. Amazing speed you write at....wow.....

love
raffy

Dear raffy

*giggles* don't lick my ear plz u know wat it dose...*smilies*
ty

Love Jennie

~he is~

he rides ontop of the most beautifully decorated clouds.
he is my luv
hold me now
say u'll be mine, i shall be ur's
write love to me
love me
*kissses* i love u

long lost lonely am i or u?...wat not love those who need it and not shun them away..hurry a fray arg..i messs up!!! arg not time good bye!

She lunged again at him with her razer sharp claws and bear like teeth, she was like a hungary animal reading for fresh blood. He's pain was caught up in a knot with his voice as well in his throat. His screams were useless and it made her more elightened to evnd his life now. She had waited for this moment so long, like learning to ride ur bike the frist time . Waiting so long to get it right and show off. Her body was tense her clothes torn and stained by his struggles and the blood of his and the other's were upon the soft velevet blue lining dress that had once looked marvoulus upon her pale skin. She froze someone was coming she could hear them but was there some way to take her victim away so she could finish him in time?....Her master had said not to take the risk of being caught for if the police found out about their race the "dark nokillia's" they would no longer be able to hide themselves for they were a race of.....

~Some thing i thought of ~
Jen walked the old path made of stone, her mind was cluttered with thoughts. Her new adventre had begun she had just found out her brother's friend she had slept with was a vampire. And you've probly already guessed it she hadn't been bitten though, he had made her his personal love slave. She knew Kayla liked that stuff, but she never thought she would be stuck in this crappy world being a slave. And the real problem was if she really did kind of like him and felt a throb in her heart everytime he came around, or was naughty looking into her thoughts. She was walking to the ball he had held, as much as she didn't want to go her tired and light weighted feet carried her off. With hardly any protest she was carried unto the path and was only secounds away from the place where the ball was being held. the doors were thick brown pinewood, her nose was intreged by the scent of new blood. She walked into the door and she was the most awsome view her time was short held there for she had to work the nexted day, but that night was a night to remember, her breath was gone when she finally awoke her memory replaying what had happened....(to be coutuined)

~The ever inoccent window ~



this window i see u through but you do not see me i smile with evilness
for wat did it hurt not telling the truth...me and u (that's for sure) i think about why not make fun of different people and i think it's funny yeah i'm better than anyone elas ( but really me and u were hurt because no 2 people see a thing the same way) this ever so inoccent window was sharttered a long time ago why is it still up here? though though i do not know why i plead and ask why? Why bother love someone who is only virtaul i say....(but virtual is acually real life too) everything can be the oppsite of something but yet fit together to make real sence to us isn't that neat?

~Star light of love: ~

the stars shine upon us. their glow absoulutly marvous,
my heart is full of love...some is poisioned,
i bite, i play with feelings, my vein, u try... to comfort ,i hit u, i love you indeed but wouldn't you rather run away from me?
Because that's what they all do..run away or ignore me...i'm small i am something that might not make sence to u but i make sence in my own way...will u learn it and maybe i won't be scared of those who might acually love me for once. for i want to find my star light love
but right now i'm scared to show all of you the true me the true one and only me, for i will addmit. That i think myself no better than most but yet i will take the speck out of ur eye but leave the log in my own...I hear and I listen but the harder i do those the harder it is to understand myself to my own self so let me free those who are not my master's and let this little star light love of mine find it's place to where it belongs.

~the hearts last tinkle~

she slept around
to never be kept
for those who she lost she wept
she never knew what cost her love was worth
so she threw it away
and now she has nothing to say
her love and heart has been drained
her dress is also stained with her tears
and no one seemed to hear
her silent cries unheard and screams
so she took her life'
before she even became a wife
she was young, and the song she sung was the lovelyist
Now her heart is kept, in a jar
and it trinkles like a little star

dose anyone not read my poems *crys* i suck that bad?