First Ink
I wrote this in math class, grade 9, back in 2002. Of course, like countless other teen girls, I was obsessed with vampires (though they didn't sparkle until after my time). I never did think of a proper title....
VP
Come into my darkness,
let me draw you into me,
let me drag you down and stop your heart,
let me set you free.
Surrender to my toxic kiss,
abandon all hope of light,
come and walk with me,
come to my endless night.
Submit to my prying teeth,
let me draw the life force from within,
let me taste your sweet, pleasurable blood,
the time for darkness must begin.
VP
Come into my darkness,
let me draw you into me,
let me drag you down and stop your heart,
let me set you free.
Surrender to my toxic kiss,
abandon all hope of light,
come and walk with me,
come to my endless night.
Submit to my prying teeth,
let me draw the life force from within,
let me taste your sweet, pleasurable blood,
the time for darkness must begin.
i went threw a phase like that too. i just drew crappy sexy pictures though
it's cool that you have something from that 'early'. i didn't leave a complete thought like that on paper until 11th grade. good stuff
it's cool that you have something from that 'early'. i didn't leave a complete thought like that on paper until 11th grade. good stuff
What If?
What if the creek flowed backwards?
would it change it's beginning and end?
what if the crops grew in opposite season?
would we be affected?
what if the wind blew warm, instead of cold?
would we love it more or less?
what if the rain tasted sweet?
would we dance in it more often?
what if we all changed our perception?
would we begin to see differently?
What if the creek flowed backwards?
would it change it's beginning and end?
what if the crops grew in opposite season?
would we be affected?
what if the wind blew warm, instead of cold?
would we love it more or less?
what if the rain tasted sweet?
would we dance in it more often?
what if we all changed our perception?
would we begin to see differently?
Spider webs!
They are all your little lies you have spun.
Little lies floating in the wind, threatening to blow away at my touch.
To disappear into the wind just like you.
Here and hen gone.
When the wind blows you tend to blow with it.
The wind blows in your little lies only to blow then away in the night.
One day soon when the wind blows your web of lies will wrap around you.
You will cry out.
But it will just be another one of your lies.
Wont it
They are all your little lies you have spun.
Little lies floating in the wind, threatening to blow away at my touch.
To disappear into the wind just like you.
Here and hen gone.
When the wind blows you tend to blow with it.
The wind blows in your little lies only to blow then away in the night.
One day soon when the wind blows your web of lies will wrap around you.
You will cry out.
But it will just be another one of your lies.
Wont it
ITS TIME...
Life has lived me enough
Its time I live my life
I have hurt myself enough
Its time I heal my life
Things have shown enough of them
Its time I show my pride
Its been long since wrong has reighed
Its time I put things right.
My weakness shouldnt make me strong
Its time I undo this plight
I need to find where I belong
Its tym I took my flight
I have had enough of loving them
Its time I burn the fire...
Its time I got to know me deep
Its time I love myself
Its time for Me , Myself & I
Its time to wake up from one last sleep...
Life has lived me enough
Its time I live my life
I have hurt myself enough
Its time I heal my life
Things have shown enough of them
Its time I show my pride
Its been long since wrong has reighed
Its time I put things right.
My weakness shouldnt make me strong
Its time I undo this plight
I need to find where I belong
Its tym I took my flight
I have had enough of loving them
Its time I burn the fire...
Its time I got to know me deep
Its time I love myself
Its time for Me , Myself & I
Its time to wake up from one last sleep...
Broken Armor. 2006
I was a knight in shining armor
i fought wars with heart and pride
but ive seen to many battles
it cuts too deep and how ive cried
Im still a knight but i wear no armor
for my armor was heart and soul
things i lost through hurt and drama
just to painfull to have and hold
Forever i wonder in the darkness
i run from the shadows that i see
the endless torment of this haunting
now only my dreams can set me free
The sun is bright as is my future
but to these visions i am blind
i only see the loves ive lost
the empty shadows they left behind.
I was a knight in shining armor
i fought wars with heart and pride
but ive seen to many battles
it cuts too deep and how ive cried
Im still a knight but i wear no armor
for my armor was heart and soul
things i lost through hurt and drama
just to painfull to have and hold
Forever i wonder in the darkness
i run from the shadows that i see
the endless torment of this haunting
now only my dreams can set me free
The sun is bright as is my future
but to these visions i am blind
i only see the loves ive lost
the empty shadows they left behind.
This is a cool thread!!! I actually still have this poem on file... I'm still writing the dark matter. 
MR LOUIS
Looking down upon the mess,
your life a mere game of chess.
The endless challenge to be the best,
your close to death. Hope is put to rest.
Down on your knees the mercy stance,
Death now pleads to take the chance.
“Your soul is mine”, is what he chants,
and smothers your mind like a thousand ants.
You still breathe, but speak his word.
He sets you free, but your life is cursed.
Born the brother of pain, it will be him you serve.
If only this life of hell….. could be reversed.
He promised you things of material wealth,
But what good are these when ‘Louis’, lives within yourself?
Following you by night….. the black wolf of stealth.
Your freedom to breathe, owned by the ‘Dark Prince’ himself.
Written by Alexander Case in 1995
Looking down upon the mess,
your life a mere game of chess.
The endless challenge to be the best,
your close to death. Hope is put to rest.
Down on your knees the mercy stance,
Death now pleads to take the chance.
“Your soul is mine”, is what he chants,
and smothers your mind like a thousand ants.
You still breathe, but speak his word.
He sets you free, but your life is cursed.
Born the brother of pain, it will be him you serve.
If only this life of hell….. could be reversed.
He promised you things of material wealth,
But what good are these when ‘Louis’, lives within yourself?
Following you by night….. the black wolf of stealth.
Your freedom to breathe, owned by the ‘Dark Prince’ himself.
Written by Alexander Case in 1995
Anonymous
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Walking at Midnight on New Year's Eve
Sparks fly upwards into the sky,
scintillating lights that change hue
like galvanized chameleons.
I wonder about the others
who are aching just as I am.
Who own a sadness not assuaged
by mere external merriment.
Perhaps, at this very moment,
some are going so far
as to end it all.
Bullets kissing skulls,
blades on wrists.
Tiny pills scattered
from bottles.
I sit upon the grass,
feel the weight of their leaving.
I know they have passed.
It is almost as if they speak to me.
Their voices are like the aftermath
of the fireworks,
a troubling stillness
accompanied by the slight scent
of sulfur.
Sparks fly upwards into the sky,
scintillating lights that change hue
like galvanized chameleons.
I wonder about the others
who are aching just as I am.
Who own a sadness not assuaged
by mere external merriment.
Perhaps, at this very moment,
some are going so far
as to end it all.
Bullets kissing skulls,
blades on wrists.
Tiny pills scattered
from bottles.
I sit upon the grass,
feel the weight of their leaving.
I know they have passed.
It is almost as if they speak to me.
Their voices are like the aftermath
of the fireworks,
a troubling stillness
accompanied by the slight scent
of sulfur.
