[I] When the land begain to weep, I stood upon the broken heap of paradise. And when the skies rain down there tears, and warriors threw there spears. All I could remember was you. And as the pain begain to worsen and as my heart slowly stopped, I couldn't help but think of you.
The rain fell down in toreent rains, and you stood there cring. I couldn't help but smile cause your you. And as you weeped upon my grave, I watched you from heaven, and as you tried to take your life I saved you from heaven. When you cursed every name in hell, and when you tried to end you life, I saved you from Heaven. I am what I am, and you are you. ANd now you older, silent stronger, and as you weeped upon my grave, you asked a question, "Why'd you leave me here alone? Why can't I go where you are? Why must I suffer?" And as I smiled down from heaven, I couldn't help but weep, for stories are tragic, and some are strong, I couldn't let you take your life. Cause you are you, and I am me.
I am your garidon angel.

'You don't know me yet you know that someone watches you from afar. Perhaps you've seen me in passing, but I doubt it.
I am what you would call fate I guess.

I was born with a gift... well... I wouldn't call it a gift. I would call it my curse. It keeps me here in the shadows, unable to face the light of day.
And so here I remain in hiding, detached from the world within the shadows watching and waiting as time passes by.

Sometimes its better not to fit in. I don't belong therefore I will stay wtihin the confines of my reclusion.

I've been watching you for a long time now... I am the reason you're still alive yet you've never known and you'll never know. There are others like us,like myself. They too hide in the shadows away from the light of life. You've felt us watching and waiting thinking we were figments of your imagination.

But remember, I was once as you are...normal.

Next time you feel eyes upon you know that I am watching over you with envious eyes.

-Fall of Eden by Crystal Echoes


I thought this was really good so I decided to put it here.

The sky isn't always blue
The sun doesn't always shine
It's alright to fall apart sometimes, mmm
I am not always you
And you are not always mine
It's alright to fall apart sometimes

Chorus:

After all is said and done
One and one still is one
When we cry, when we laugh
I am half, you are half

The heart isn't always true
And I am not always fine
We all have an angry heart sometimes

(Repeat Chorus)

Look how far we have come
One and one still is

One moon (one moon)
One star (one star)
I love the one we are
One thread (one thread)
One line (one line)
Let's stand still in time

One moon (one moon)
One star (one star)
I love the one we are
One thread (one thread)
One line (one line)
That runs through our lives

(Repeat Chorus)

Look how far we have come
One and one still is one ah
Ooh





YOU GUYS SUCK! no one posted here, so alone....so alone....aw well, I LOVE THIS SONG!

Proud he stood, upon that hill, riding in front of his armies. His armor and sword shining in the midday sun, glorifying his figure, enlightening his features. Blue eyes blazing, voice roaring, he rode down the hill. the chariots, wooden, spiked, the horses fearful rode with him, charging the enemy lines, fear of death left to the horses. The knights followed, taking care of what was left behind. The glint of their swords in the sun so dazzling and bright, their armor radiating power of the flare, their spears and sheilds doing much the same. The army followed, lowering sword and spear to level with the faces of the bloody enemy. The roar from both lines is deafening as they rushed each other the final collision spectacular and gruesome in the same moment.

-Excerpt from the poet Draconis, who was watching the battle at the old temple in the Asa-Roman war

Woah.........Well how's this.
Long I stood, in deepest thought, about a world not I knew of. In the painful sorrow lay a wooden sword tarnished and thrown away. Long I stood with saddened tears, inflickted wounds made by your spears, and long I stood with sadden tears, at the world who hated my fears. I am nothing but a shadow, nothing but the inner you. cast away by the lightest shadow, cast away by you. And long I stood in deepest termoil, about the future that was not me, till you graced me with a smile, a laugh, and friend for free. And long I stood, with happines as I looked upon your grave. you may have fallen from the grace of thee, but never would you fall for the grace of me.

Why has thy soul gone? where does your soul tread now? does it wander the endless Elysian Fields, happy and free for a life of good virtue? do they linger in the Asphodel meadows, for a life that was neither good nor evil? or do you suffer in Tartarus, as punishment for the horrific life of sin? does your soul wander the banks of the Acheron, unable to pay Charon for the trip across to judgement, or simply because you were friendless? tell me, for my own soul begs an answer!

((SNAP!)))

(??? Kay....it's on Rayku Shinje!!!))


Why are we lost?
When it’s costing us our sanity?
Lost in a dream, a dream of something real,
An imagination of our constellations.
A Wish upon our star’s and moon.
Dreaming, wishing of our doom.
We are lost
Lost in our dreams because reality has become to real
And our dreams are more inviting,
When reality is killing, killing all of us.
And even though we try, try not to get lost,
We feel the slip at our sanity’s cost.
We’ve all just stopped, stopped holding on,
We allow our selves to slip, fall under, into,
Reality’s cold embrace
We hide behind our masks of fayed happiness
When we all really want is
To be
Lost.
Because reality is killing us, making us bleed,
As we spread our seed of chaos and destruction,
Across our worlds surface,
Spilling, slipping under
Reality’s
cold hard touch
Were killing in our nightmares,
Falling in our dreams,
Reality is killing us, with its need for pain.
We all try to be sane.
We’ve lost this battle.
Were the main problem even though
All we want to do is
To be
Lost.

((I wrote this a few days back. WHat do ya think! It's the truth tghough, you have to admit that))

((fuck the poetry will kill me))

The gods have forsaken this land, casting darness longer than daylight.
Farmland is little, causing us to constantly fight.
We pray to the lords, in mighty asgard they dwell,
but in the in we well all die and dwell in Niflheim....Hell

((..COOL! Hell, sweetness! TAKE THIS! It's short and sweet!))

Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Every morning you greet me
Small and white, clean and bright
You look happy to meet me

Blossom of snow may you bloom and grow
Bloom and grow forever

Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Bless my homeland forever

((MUWHAHAHAHHA))

When people see my, I just keep running, running. From the past so full of lies, I just keep running, running. When will you see the me, behind this fake smile, I want to take off so badley. I want to see the real me, but it seems I've lost it. Once more, once more, I'll forever just keep running, running. From the past, so full of lies.

((two for the price of one))

Once upon a time. There was a pale girl and her big black purse. She loves that black purse. No one has ever seen whats inside that purse. That pale girl would take out water bottles, eyeliner, books, notebooks, pen's, make-up, projects and more. No one knew what else was inside this purse. She seems like a quiet girl who looks like she wants to die. The girl get annoyed very easyly. Her temper over takes her at times. Home, oh home, there is a total different story. She goes down stairs. Into the dark abes she calls a living room. A dark figure sits upon the big green chair. "Your a worthless daughter of a fucking bitch!" the figure says. The girl walks away crying, her eyeliner smuged on her pale skin. No one around to comfort her, no one around to care. The girl goes to her room and got her black purse and got out a needle stabing her hands, punching her pointy plaster wall making holes and cuts on her hands. Laying on her bed, crying, she goes into a daze and this means....she's in her mind world, a place where she goes to get away.

In a world with not much light. In a world where cold hearts are, and feelings come alive. What are ya going to do when your heart sets upon this place. Are ya going to scream, run, panic. This world is filled with blood, gore, and torture. This is far beyond your wicked games, there is nothing so fun about it. In this place if you mess with the girl with the big black purse, you'll get chained to the wall and tortured by being cut deep and slow, very slow. Blood dripping to the floor, drip......drip....drip...drip, and gore splats to your dry feet, splat......splat.....splat...splat. Evil laughs echos across this world, people who go here are always depressed and in pain inside. Scars on the outside heal but the scars on the inside never heal, just like the girl with the big black purse. Now lets go in the mind of the girl with the big black purse.

My mind, a scary place. I want to be your zombiegirl and you can be my zombieboy. You have my heart, now give me yours. Let's play dead before we die. Can you be my zombieboy? Can I be your zombietoy. Can you be my zombieboy? I will be your zombietoy. You fucking ass. I want to make you bleed. You fucking ass. Get down on your knees. You fucking ass. How dare you reject me. How dare you look at me. You make me fucking ill. You make me want to kill. You're nothing more than shit. You fucking ass. Take your final hit! You sick fuck. I want to murder you. You sick fuck. I want to destroy you. I want to ravage you. You sick fuck. I want to tear you down. Burning hell burning rage unholy fear can't be erased. Shaking, tremors, hold me down. Lips sewn shut - trapped and bound. Shaking...shaking..shaking... Guide me down beneath the flames. Make me feel the guilt and shame. Pull against your steel resolve slowly shatter and dissolve. Burning hell burning rage unholy fear can't be erased. Shaking, tremors, hold me down lips sewn shut - trapped and bound. My veins they flow with blood of ice. No mercy spared, no compromise malice, hatred, soft licks of lies all that hides behind your eyes. Burning hell burning rage unholy fear can't be erased. Shaking, tremors, hold me down lips sewn shut - trapped and bound. Draw your blade across my skin. Never thought you'd be so cruel. Another dream lies forgotten in this spreading pool. Blood drips, drip...drip...drip...drip...drip. Scream you bloody twit!!! You fucking mother fucker die!!!!! What else goes though my mind....the world will never know.

Blood and gore are funny and all so fun. Hurting and suffering are not fun to be in but fun to watch I want to kill you. You make me ill. I want to see you burn and suffer. Will you do that and make me happy?

Forgive me for hiding behind a smile when all I want to do is cry.
I am scared to love again. Yet something about you makes me want to try.
Here I stand with tears in my eyes wondering if you will judge me the way others have before.
And should my powers go out of control will you still stand beside me or turn against me?
With all that has happened, will you be there to catch me when I fall?
Am I just wishing or is what I feel true? Am I just mistaking what I see within the depths of your eyes?
What is it that you want from me? Tell me so I can stop the pain within.

this took me like 5 minutes....so no makin fun!!!!!!

LITTLE MISS FAKE
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There once was a girl named little miss fake.
she was oh-so excited, and ready to make
new friends at her school. she thought she was so cool.

with her little pink skirt, and her bleech bonde hair.
why, she wore a shirt so her stomache was bare!

On the first day of school, little miss fake
walked up to the preps and wanted to make,
new friends with their crowd, and be noticed out loud.

but the preps soon thought that she was a bore, and even
dressed too much like a whore!

so soon the preps push her away, and away she was to stay.


On the second day of school, little miss fake
had black hair, and a pale face.

she went to her goth peers, her makeup smudged, looking like
she was weeping big tears.

the goths let little miss fake stay for awhile, but soon
her happiness began to pile.

she laughed, and she giggled. the goths not too thrilled,
and then they walked away.

did things always have to go this way?????

On the third day of school, little miss fake had cuts
on her wrists that she had to make.

her hair in her face, a deep pit of sorrow.
she went to the emo's, a knife for her to borrow.

they decided to let her stay, but then the emo's
wanted to go on their way.

they inflicted self pain, blood making stains
but little miss fake was too scared.

she winced and she gasped, as she tried to slash
but she just didn't have the guts.

So the emo's walked away.
little miss fake in dismay.

did it always have to end this way?????

On the fourth day of school, little miss fake
had big square glasses, and a math test to take.

she walked into school, a nerd she was thought.
she she went to hang with them, and soon she was caught.

On her test, she got a D
she was not smart, the nerds could easily see.

She hoped and she prayed.
would they walk away???

but her being just a kid,
they did.

So there she was, little miss fake. She had no more
labels to take!!!

She sobbed, and she cried.
oh why, oh why?
did it always have to end this way?

On the fifth day of school
she never made it there.

instead, a knife in her chest.
did anyone care???

So there it was, little miss fake
had done nothing, her life to take.

So be yourself, not what you want in your head.
or you'll end up like little miss fake.

little miss dead.


-Stephanie
____________________________

The darkness we keep inside our hearts is nothing but the memories that ruin us all. Thoughts that mean nothing yet hold us still, like we were nothing more than a vessel created for damnation and destruction of this world. Words like:
Why am I here?
Why does pain hurt so much?
Why were we put here?
Is there really a meaning for all existent?
And if so, will we like that meaning or do we, in denial, know the answer to that eternal question deep inside our souls or beings or whatever you want to call us. Becouse for one thing we, human beings, may not be so human as we once thought. People. Why are we people, not a person, or a single…thing….in which our soul harbors, still deny that fact. The ever eternal question, in that which we are ever looking for, we know all along is in fact Death. We need to face it. Without death, everyone would just keep on living, no death or peace, just living with nothing to keep us sane. Our bodies, nothing but temporary bindings to this world would slowly waste away, unable to shed its eternal bindings to let us free. We would be stuck forever in the world. So it is with this fact that Death is the meaning of life and yet it is the end of it. So it is in fact that we human beings have been staving off the path to this easy question, hoping to find a better answer to this eternal question and all it took was a fourteen year old girl to find the truth. So as I said before, we human beings, who therefore lack the instinant knowledge to face the facts that we are not as supreme and on top as we once thought we were.
So the eternal question; ‘What is the meaning of life.’ Wasn’t so eternal as we thought it once was. We were only straying from the path with higher hopes of a better answer like, ‘we were put on gods green earth to be alive to live’ instead of the meaning of life is death. Thus in anyone’s case, is an oxymoron that all humans have hated ever since finding out.

We want to know, but when we know the answer, it isn’t exactly always what we want it to be.

((I know...I'm weird.......SO WHAT! HAH! It took me 15 minutes so no laughing!))

EVEN SCHOOL TEACHERS LOVE

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The acoustic fades into silence
love wants to drip into her heart
like a fosit that leaks
but the impatients and longing is too much for her frail heart to resist.
dreaming amoung the awake, and she waits for excitment
that will never come.
everyone feels but her heart.
even school teachers love.
So she chose tradgety over comedy, love like a rose
on deaths door.
She tortures her reflection with plastic bits, as she is alone
for who could ever need her warmth?
Even school teachers love.
Now it is more than a longing
a crave that consumes her, in a desiease.
For she chose tradgety over comedy
Hear taunts that make her slit her wrists, the piano dissapears into the void
For even school teachers love
Passing people she doesn't know, silence is her heart till there is something
better.
"Come with me into an aumtum night" he repeats
as she is foolish enough to follow.
For all love is foolishness
Even school teachers love.
Their love is like a painting, divine and spontanious like a december morning that none could contain.
And it was pure. But foolish, none the less.
Because even school teachers love.
For it to be her first time loving, her first time breaking.
For the boy took her, and mended her, and cured the disease, and eased the sorrow she longed to be rid of.
She was finally happy, as her eyes were full of reassurance.
Sweet talk.
Damned, even school teachers love.
And then his finger's slipped from her's as he no longer felt the love he did once feel
for her.
And he told her, there was someone else. And she, devistated that he shalt go, refused to believe.
Though it did not work.
To him, it was a foolish love
but to her, she felt nothing else.
Even school teachers love.
And she was alone. He was the only one whom she cared for.
But she will love again, for the memories of the boy will soon pass
and be more like glimpses of what foolishness
she has done.
And she will love, and be loved again.

Even school teachers love.


-Stephanie
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Shadow Kid
______________

In a time not long ago
I saw a girl dashing to and fro on her way to class.
Her eyes were dark like a storm and her hair was light like life and yet I knew she was like me
Nothing more than a shadow kid.
A person on the sidelines of life, looking in, but not with longing, but ill-contempt.
Her eyes were glazed, her heart was heavy and yet she smiled and laughed and hid behind a mask of never-ending happiness.
If only they could see like I do, what she really is.
Nothing more than a shadow kid.
And as the world slowly breaks her eyes only look for what is not seen.
A paradise for shadows unseen, her heart, her mind full of hope that no one could bring. A wish that so longingly wanted to true. And even though, no one saw her, and even though no one knew her and even though no one liked, or loved, hated, or saddend her. She smiled, so no one would know she was dieing inside because, like me, she is
Nothing more than a shadow kid.
And as the world slowly ends her mask cracks and breaks, she falls, into a neverending disspear. No longer smiling, No longer laughing, but hidden deep within herself.
She dreams. Dreams of a world were she belongs and even thougth the world goes on and even though her parents don't notice. She slowly dies in my eyes.
Ad now her eyes, and her hair darker. Limp with loss and emptyness
She is like a poor black rose, trapped in a storm that never ends, and even though she tryed her best to live. It seems not worth it. And even though she's now dead. She smiles. Cause someone can be dead on the inside yet still live on the outside.
She's nothing more than a shadow kid.
Were nothing more than Shadow Kids.
Hope is out killer, dispair our drug, dreams our life, reality our torcherer(sp)
We are nothing more and nothing less than a shadow.
And we like it that way becauese;
She's nothing more than a Shadow Kid.
Were nothing more than Shadow kids.
Hope is out killer, dispair our drug, dreams our life, reality our torcherer(sp)
And we hate it that way, and yet....we love it.

You told me that you would never leave. That you would always be there for me.
I can't say you lied. It happened so suddenly.
The screams. The blood. The sound of breaking glass.
They all ring in my ears when I close my eyes at night.
I can't listen to "If You Came Back From Heaven".
It was on when it happened. When you were taken from me.
You were the only one who could understand me.
Now I feel so alone. So lost. So scared.
I try not to think about it. I try to go on.
I have made it past your death but not you being gone.
I have made peace with the ones that took you from me
but not from what I believe is my fault.
You protected me when we were hit.
You allowed your life to be taken so I could live.
Why? Why did you do that? Why did you leave me?
I cried that night. No sleep came to me.
I cried for all the pain you went through.
All the pain I am still going through.
My future you will never see.
The love I may never feel is locked inside.
I don't want to be hurt again.
I don't want to lose another person.
I don't want to become even more lost than what I already am.
I hide from the world not knowing how they would react to me.
I don't care what they think of me.
I keep to myself for a reason.
To not get hurt again.
I miss you. I want you back.
I want to hear your voice. See your face.
Why did they take you from me?
Why did I have to suffer the way I still do?
Mother doesn't understand.
She sent me away.
Gram and Gramp don't either.
They sent me away as well.
"You'll have fun. You'll make new friends."
That's what they told me.
I don't know if they are right or not.
I don't know because I honestly don't let people try and get to know me.
At least not all of me.
The world sees the trouble maker.
The book worm.
The loner that is me.
I hide behind a mask so I don't get hurt again.
I hide so they don't find out my secrets.
I hide so they will not judge me.

((I wrote this for one of my characters on a diffrent site.))

((O-o' kay then...))

The one who never has a place to belong. The outcast amongst people, Wanderers find life to be rather lonely. There is an empty feeling inside of them that they can't seem to get rid of. However, not all is pain for them. Despite what others might think, they are very much capable of being happy and sad. Due to the fact that Wanderers always feel misplaced -to some extent- some adjust to how others are, just to have a place to be. The others in this category tend to shy away from people, preferring their own company, certain that they don't fit in. Both categories however, do keep most of their personal thoughts inside.
Wanderers tend to wish for a place where they are meant to be, resulting in a lot of daydreaming. Personality wise they are, in fact, dreamers. It doesn't mean they believe that they wish for will come true. Their inner world is simply better than this one. Most Wanderers try to find their special place, no matter if they are a passive-aggressive or a fearless individual. It is something they are drawn to do by nature.
Wanderers are also found to be hard to truly satisfy. Nothing will ever be the way they would have preferred/wanted it to be, and they tend to be disappointed a lot. It is not that they are perfectionists, they simply want for something to feel "right". Because of this, they often second-guess things/actions/relationships. Low self-esteem is a high possibility, as they often doubt themselves.
As their hole in their heart is constantly there, they may be prone for depression, as rarely anything is giving them true satisfaction. One day they may find their personal heaven, but it is important they are not too caught up in fantasies, or else they might pass by it blindly, missing it forever.

Quote: "Illusion is the first of all pleasures." -Oscar Wilde



((THis I wrote for a quiz and it sounded oddly like me so HERE LOVE IT!))

((Ok so I've had some tough times in my life but we all have. This one was wrote for my sister when she found out her best friend commited suicide. It hit the entire school hard.))

Everywhere I look there is something that reminds me of you.
The sky of the clearest blue or the darkest black.
The trees coming alive in the spring or the leaves falling in the autum breaze.
Snow of the purest white or the heat of a summer's day.

I watch as others go down the street laughing, talking, holding on to their dreams.
Here I sit wondering what my future holds for me now that you are gone.

Is there something left I still must do before I join you where you are now?
What was so important that you had to leave me here alone?
Why did you go so suddenly?
There was no warning, no words of good bye, no happy smiles and hugs.

I fight back the tears that threaten to fall everyday.
I know you would not want me to grieve for you.
My heart and soul are heavy with the memories of your passing.

You were my strength when nothing was going right.
You were the one who made me smile when it felt as if the world was crashing down around me.
You were my insperation when I needed something to write about.

I think of you everyday knowing that you are somewhere watching over me.
The sun's light is fading just as the moon starts to rise for it's nightly watch.
Please remember me.
Please watch me.
Please don't forget me, my dearest friend.

>.< I stink at poetry and writing stuff like that........My stories are very Random..

((...COOL...........HERE's another one of mine!))

Now the king told the boogie men
You have to let that raga drop
The oil down the desert way
Has been shakin' to the top
The sheik he drove his Cadillac
He went a' cruisin' down the ville
The muezzin was a' standing
On the radiator grille

[Chorus]
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah
The shareef don't like it
Rockin' the Casbah
Rock the Casbah

By order of the prophet
We ban that boogie sound
Degenerate the faithful
With that crazy Casbah sound
But the Bedouin they brought out
The electric camel drum
The local guitar picker
Got his guitar picking thumb
As soon as the shareef
Had cleared the square
They began to wail

[Chorus]

Now over at the temple
Oh! They really pack 'em in
The in crowd say it's cool
To dig this chanting thing
But as the wind changed direction
The temple band took five
The crowd caught a wiff
Of that crazy Casbah jive

[Chorus]

The king called up his jet fighters
He said you better earn your pay
Drop your bombs between the minarets
Down the Casbah way

As soon as the shareef was
Chauffeured outta there
The jet pilots tuned to
The cockpit radio blare

As soon as the shareef was
Outta their hair
The jet pilots wailed

[Chorus]

He thinks it's not kosher
Fundamentally he can't take it.
You know he really hates it.

((not mine, but what the hey))

And I stink at song writing............aswell

i have no more poems to stick on here. except for crappy ones..

I don’t know but it’s been said.

I don’t know but it’s been said.

We’re off to war, we’re not yet dead.

We’re off to war we’re not yet dead.

Become a knight and you’ll go far.

Become a knight and you’ll go far.

In suspenders and a bra.

In suspenders and a bra?

People: His... name... is Lancelot!

And in tight pants a lot

He likes to dance a lot

You know you do

Lancelot: I do?

People: So just say thanks a lot

And try romance, it’s hot!

Let’s find out whose really you.

His name is Lancelot

He visits France a lot

He likes to dance a lot and dream

No one would ever know

That this outrageous pro

Bats for the other team

Herbert: You’re a knight that really likes his night life

And by day he really likes to play

You can all find him pumping at the gym

At the Camelot Y.M.C.A.!

Men/Women: His name is Lancelot!

La, la, la

Just watch him dance a lot

La, la, la

He doesn’t care what people say.

La, la, la

Lance: No way!

Men/Women: For when he starts to dance

La, la, la

Just grab your underpants

La, la, la

Herbert: He can finally come out and say that he is

G.A.

All: Y.M.C.A.

He’s gay!

Lance: Okay!

Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something please,

Whether we be old and bald

Or young with scabby knees,

Our heads could do with filling

With some interesting stuff,

For now their bare and full of air,

Dead flies and bits of fluff,

So teach us things worth know,

Bring back what we forgot,

Just do your best we’ll do the rest,

And learn until our brains all rot.

((don't own these, but who cares...))

When you thought you know someone.
And the game you thought you won.
Without even trying.
You've made me start crying.
When I curse, anger.
When at you, danger.
In this I'm alone.
Even by me is a stone.
Blood, Gore, and Coil.
Mud, Sore, and Boil.
Shaking, tremors, hold me down lips sewn shut - trapped and bound.
Burning hell burning rage unholy fear can't be erased with a sound.
Guide me down beneath these flames.
Make me feel the guilt and shames.
With your shoe lace, your tieing.
But right around you, I'm dieing...

((It is long but very sad.....it is also one of my favorites ^_^))



The little girl who had a pink diary:

The little girl,
Who caries the little pink diary,
Is a little kid of eight.
But for a child of eight,
She knew more about the world,
Than most of those her age.

If you look at the front,
Of her fluffy pink diary,
You would probably think,
That its just a little diary,
For little kids her age,
To keep their silly secrets.
But if you look inside,
You have just entered yourself,
To a whole different story.

Every page in her little diary,
Was filled with blurry ink,
And dried blood.
Her aunt and uncle,
Beat her everyday.
Because they dipise the fact,
That they have to look after her.

Though it was a long time ago,
She had still remember,
Her mother's warm hug,
Her father's kind words,
And her brother's cheerful smile.
But it was all,
A sad memory.

Her mother and father,
Had been framed for murder.
The framer was rich,
So he was able to bribe the judge,
But her parents were not,
So they were both hanged.
Leaving her and her brother,
On to the cold streets.

It was winter,
And the little girl got horribly sick,
But they did not have,
The money for a doctor,
So her brother was forced,
To steal money.

He got the little girl,
A doctor and a little pink diary,
For her battered soul.
The little girl healed,
But her brother,
Was not so fortunant,
The police arrested him for theft.

The victim,
The brother stole from,
Was a very rich man,
And sadly very heartless.
He bribed the judge,
To have the boy hanged.
Once again,
The little girl's life was torn.
A kind elderly man,
Found the little girl,
Nearly dead.
So he took her in,
And paid the police,
To find her relatives.

The relatives refused,
To look after her,
But the police forced them,
And she was beaten everyday,
By her cruel aunt and uncle.

As horrid her life is,
She had never gave a second thought,
To suicide.

In her diary,
She had always wrote,
That she wanted to become,
A lawyer,
When she is older,
To save those like her,
Bring justice to villians,
And that she will never be bribed,

Time passed,
Her beatings got worst,
But her dream and soul,
Was alive and determined,
As anyone can imagine.

One sad day,
She broke her uncle's,
Favourite vase by accidendt.
She knew the end has come,
For she has been known,
To her uncle's huge temper.

She ran to her school,
And left her diary,
Onto her teacher's desk.
Since she did not want,
Her brother's precious gift,
To be thrown away,
After she is gone.

When she got back to her house,
Hoping she still has time,
To see another minute,
Of the world.
But it was too late,
For her uncle,
Was already at the door,
With a huge club held.

He pulled her inside,
And beat the poor girl,
Till she could harkly breath,
The girl knew her time has come,
As her world blackened.
Even though her soul,
Has left her body,
Her uncle never stopped the club,

Tomorro she was found dead,
Left cold on the floor,
Covered with drying blood.
The teacher found her little diary
And passed it to the police,
Her uncle was hung for murder.

Though she has been forgotten,
By most already,
There are stories,
That children,
Who has miracally survived,
Heartlessly beatings from their parents.
Always saw a little girl,
Smiling at them,
And giving them a hand,
When they thought the end was near

Most say its their imagination,
Because they were too injured,
And the brain was giving all,
The wrong signals.
But we will never know.

untitledness

Brocken Hearted.

After so many years.

I built walls around me

You tore them down.

So I'm broken hearted

After so many years.

So I built them higher.

But I'm bleeding.

I'm poring out.

No walls can hold me.

There is no doubt.

Ever since you left me

I've been falling apart at the seems.

I used to be unfeeling,

But now I am hurt.

Forced into depression,

By your unwillingness to stop

We were friends but now we're not.

You left my heart to rot

I'm as good as dead.

I'm bleeding

It's all your fault.

All I needed was your support

But you didn't care

Now I'm dead

I'm gone for good

You should have understood.

But you didn't. What the Heck?

I fell for your lies.

I thought you cared

But you didn't

But I'm dead

I don't have to deal with you anymore.

You're the reason I'm gone

So go forget yourself and die

You're a murderer

You killed my spirit

I'm a hollow shell

A body with no purpose

A gonner

Stick a fork in me I'm done

You've won

I'm gone

Out of your life

Just one more thing

Here's your knife

I found it in my back.

Take it I don't need it.

But I know it's yours.

As I'm still the only one

Brave enough

To show you what you've done.

A heart gone cold and ignored is one that i respect,
because like me it holds up erect
the flag of darkness, of loneliness, of pain and sadness.
A heart gone mad with love, is one I can adore,
because Ive been in love before,
and still am and will be forevermore.
A mind gone insane with too many thoughts,
too many ideas, and those that it wrought
are painful, and nice, and evil, and virtuous and frivolous,
dirty and clean.
So screwed are we who are like this. I suppose im far gone then....

*i wrote this all by meh self! tis on my myspace*

*you have myspace? give give!*

I'll stop loving you when...


I'll stop loving you
when diamonds never sparkle
and flowers never grow
When thunder does not echo
and wishes do not flow
When hearts no longer wonder
and hands are never help
when smiles are only memories
and hope is never felt
when trees no longer blossom
and stars no longer shine
when autumn has no falling leaves
and winter no longer dies
when time has no more tomorrow
and rainbows have no hope
when god alone commands me
Then I'll stop loving you

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice. But if I could choose,
and if I could tell.
The world would end in my love for darkness,
an my love for light.

__________________________________________

My own twist to Robert Frost poem.

Herring Potter And The Sorcerer's Salmon - Of Weewoos and Weirdos

Herring Potter was an ordinary boy. Except for the fact he was a fish boy, I suppose. He lived with his Aunt and Uncle, the d00dleys, at number 1337, Pikelet Drive. Herring had detested the d00dleys, ever since he had known them. His parents had apparently died in a freak suishi accident, and he'd been sent to live with them.

However this was all about to change. One day, when Herring was getting a glass of milk, he noticed a perculiar message spelt on the fridge, in colourful fridge magnets. He found this odd, as the d00dleys didn't even own any fridge magnets, and had they, they certainly wouldn't be spelling out;

"STFU U r teh sellextorxz 2 go 2 Dogwartz, biatch!"

"What?" Herring said, confusedly.

"OMFGZ R U BLINNDZZ! GET UR @$$ 2 DOGWORTZ, IdIoYT!"

As Herring Potter tried to decode the message, he didn't notice Vermin D00dley, sneaking up behind him.

"What's this, boy? Littering our fridge with your foul occulted artifacts?"

"But, they're just fridge magne..."

"I'll have none of this!" Vermin bellowed, his face turning a startling shade of electric blue. "You're going to St. Drabs School for Unordinarily Boring Fish-Boys"

"No I'm not," Herring replied. "I'm going to Dogwarts! Whatever it is..."

"I WILL NOT HAVE YOU LEARNING MAGIC, YOU INSOLENT LITTLE FISH-BOY!" Vermin's head looked like it was about to explode. Then it did. Owwie. Suddenly, the door swung open, and a tall figure entered.

"I am Lagrid, and I am here to tell you something, Herring Potter." Herring's eyes grew wide.

"What? Tell me!"

Lagrid stroked his long, wiry beard before slowly opening his mouth. "Herring, you're a-"

"A what?! TELL ME NOW!"

Lagrid's face went blank. "LAG! O_O"

"Lag?"

"LAG! O_O"

"What's La-"

"WIZARD!" Lagrid yelled.

"A wha..."

"WIZARD! Now Hurry on outta here, before my connection plays up again"

---

Lagrid took Herring to a famous wizarding street, called Diaphragm Alley. Herring would have enjoyed it much more, if his guide hadn't constantly screamed "LAG! O_O" every few minutes, attracting the attention of many a passer-by.

"Bless my sole, it's Herring Potter!" A voice said. Herring Potter whipped round to see a scruffy, ginger headed boy.

"How do you know my name?" Herring said, his voice tinged with worry.

"Your name badge." The boy pointed at the "I am Herring Potter" sticker, fixed to Herring's jumper.

"Who are you?"

"Me? Oh, I'm Tron Peasley!"

"Tron?"

"Yes Tron."

"Your name is Tron?"

"YESMYNAMEISTRON!"

"Eesh," Herring exclaimed, "no need to get so testy."

---

After Herring had bought all his books, he forced Tron to buy him an ice cream, and then went over to the Weewoolery.

"Welcome to the Weewoolery" the shopkeeper said. "My name is Weenie, the Weewoo Wrangler. Would you welcome a weewoo into your wee...l...ife?"

"Erm, ok!" the young fishboy said. "I'll take that one!" He pointed to a snowy white weewoo, on the highest rafter.

The weewoo fluttered down, and promptly started nibbling at Herring's head.

"No offense, Herring, but didn't you think a weewoo would be a bad pet for a Fishboy?"

"Just... shut up Tron. Shut up."

---

After a trip to the medical shack, Tron and Herring decided it might be time to find Lagrid, and head off to Platform 9 to the power of 2/3's squared. They arrived at the station, just in time to see the train pull in.

"Wow, look Herring, it's Dogwarts Express!"

Everyone boarded the Train, except for Lagrid, because his connection was severly screwing up. Herring Potter leant out the window.

"Bye Lagrid, thanks for everything!"

"Lag O_O!"

Herring Potter sat down, and placed his heavy baggage on the floor. As soon as he'd settled into his seat, the door burst open, and a frantic girl entered.

"OHMYGOSHAREYOUHERRINGPOTTERTHEFAMOUSWIZA RD!?!?!"

"Pardo..."

"I'VEREADALLABOUTYOUINSOMEBOOKBECAUSEIREADL OTSOFBOOKSTHEYARESOCOOL"

Herring and Tron exchanged glances.

"OHSILLYMEIFORGOTTOTELLYOUI'MMERMIONEDRANGER"

"Erm, Hi, Mermioned Ranger," Herring said.

"NOIT'SMERMIONEDRANGER"

"Smermione?" Tron said, puzzled.

"OHJUSTFORGETIT!" Mermione huffed.

Herring knew boys never really understood girls, but this was bordering on absurd. Almost as if some terrible writer was shoving characters in as she went along, the door burst open, and in came Draco Mattfoy.

"Oh look, it's HERRING POTTER! You smell, Herring. You smell."

"THAT'S IT!" Tron screamed. "I'm taking you out, Mattfoy!"

"Calm down, Tron," Herring said, restraining the furious redhead.

"Get him Crab!"

"Crab?"

"My henchman!"

"I see no henchman," Herring said, looking around the carriage. Mattfoy pointed at what appeared to be... thin air.

"Riiiight. Mattfoy, this train is to Dogwarts. The crazy train left 3 hours ago."

"Crazy!? That's it! Next time I see you, you're as good as roadkill. Crab, Gargoyle... retreat."

Herring puzzled about the sanity of this youth, before returning to an engaging conversation with Tron and Mermione.

"...So you see, Herring, that's where babies come from."

"Fascinating."

Suddenly, the train stopped.

"We're here? That ride lasted about... 3 minutes?"

"Dogwarts isn't far, Herring."

"YAYFORLEARNING!" Mermione screamed. This is going to be a long year, Herring thought to himself...

---

What will happen to our brave young heroes? What possible adventures await them inside the walls of Dogwarts? Tune in next insert time period for the next episode of...

HERRING POTTER AND THE SORCERER'S SALMON!

FOCROFLMFAO!!!!!

thankyou, thankyou....

My Little Marionette

I’ve been living a lie
Lost in a life not mine
Can’t seem to remember
Can’t seem to forget
What it meant to live and what it meant to die

I don’t remember how to smile, like I did way back when
I don’t remember how to laugh like I did back then
All I remember know
Is how to dance on this puppet string called life
Cause I’m your Marionette

Why did it have to be so hard?
Why did it have to hurt so much?
To smile and laugh, to bottle things up.
I guess I just try to hard to tell anymore.

I don’t remember how to smile, like I did way back when
I don’t remember how to laugh, like I did back then
All I remember now
Is how to dance on this puppet string called life
Cause I’m your Marionette

Some say parting is such sweet sorrow
I know better now
Parting is never such sweet sorrow
Always sorrow
Never sweet.

Some say to never forget
Others say forgive and forget
You said that life is worth remembering
I guess
What you meant to me, will eventually be a memory.
Always remembered, I’ll never forget

I’ve been living a lie
Living a life that’s just not mine
Can’t seem to remember
Can’t seem to forget
What it meant to live, and what it meant to die.
I do remember just one thing.
I’ll always remember, I’ll never forget
Cause I’m your little Marionette


((Wrote this me self today, hope ye like it. Well, not really))

I know things.


I know many things. I know small things and big things. I know important things and insignificant things.


I know lots of things.


But most of all, I know Things.


They say that the pen is mightier than the sword. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. They say many things. Many, many things. They say almost as many things as I know. With their dignified selves, speaking with a proper accent, composing themselves as a person Should. Their eyes gleam down upon you, expecting you to agree with them, to nod your little head as any good little girl or good little boy would.


I Nodded once, too. I bobbed my head up and down, up and down.


And up and down.


And their eyes would no longer gleam, coming to rest somewhere in between deciding whether to punish me for my Foolishness and rewarding me for my Correct Answer. They would pat my little head, one hand placed upon my back pushing me towards the other little children who where playing other little games. I would go play with them, play their little games and have some little fun.


But not anymore. Because I Know.


I see things.


Things a normal person never should see.


Or allow themselves to see.


Don't worry, I'm not crazy. I don't hear voices telling me to kill people. I've never visited a mental hospital; I haven't forgotten to take my medication. I don't even have a medication to take.


No medication could stop what I see. No thing, no person, no animal, Nothing can stop me from Seeing. Or Knowing.


Sometimes I wish it could. Sometimes I wish I don't see the things that I see. But what then? I don't think I could live a life of Lies either. The kind of Lies everyone lives. The kind of Lies that allows people to live the lives they lead, to say there's no such thing as Monsters hiding beneath your bed. No such things as Nightmares or Scary Things Hiding In Your Closet. I don't think I could do it.


I Know I couldn't do it.


Sometimes the things I See scare me. Actually, they always do. I hope they always will. For someone to get used to what I See, I think that would scare me more. No one should See what I see, no one should Know what I know, and get used to it.


It's a scary thought.


Even more scary than the things I See. And scarier than the things I Know.


For I Know many things; I have Seen more.


I Know the shadows in your bedroom wall at night, the ones that creep and whisper behind your back aren't shadows at all.


I Know you thought you saw a creature last night fleeing in the Darkness, one of hideous form with fangs as long as your arms and eyes that glowed like Madness. But when you get up from your warm comfortable cocoon and turn on the light, to reveal just a stained sagging lampshade leaning to one side. But I Know it wasn't.


I Know when you see him walking on the sidewalk, passing you by. And you wave hello and smile at him. And he waves back, eyes hovering over to you, resting on your face. He doesn't seem to look at you; eyes that go right through. The dark circles under his eyes, his hunched over form. You can tell yourself he's just tired, didn't get enough sleep last night. Go ahead, tell yourself. Tell yourself again. Tell yourself you didn't see that same glimpse of Madness in his eyes that you saw last night.


I Know when sometimes you feel its fangs, but when you go to brush them off, they're not there anymore.


I Know you shiver when its warm out.


I Know you hear Whispers when no ones around.


I Know when you see that psycho-killer on TV, you wonder why he did it. Why he killed them all. They wonder, too. That's why they had the shrink evaluate him; that's why they published his findings. Bad childhood, bad mother, bad father, blah, la, bad examples, horrid foster care. Do you really believe all this bull that seems to flow so naturally out of their mouths?


I Know you see that Madness again, in that psycho-killer's eyes. I Know the first time you saw him, you did a double-take just to make sure it wasn't fangs as long as your arms that gleamed out of his mouth.

They were normal, weren't they? They always are the second time you look at it.


But there will come a time when a double-take won't do it for you. Not even two double-takes will do. Nor three.


It.


Won't.


Stop.


(But we can Stop it.


Maybe.)


But you already Know this, don't you?


I know you do. Because I know many things. Many, many things. Big things and small things. Important things and insignificant things.


But most of all, I know Things.


You do too, don't you?


I know you do. No use denying it.


I Know.


I Know many things. Many, many things. I Know your secrets. Big secrets and little secrets. Important secrets and insignificant secrets.


But most of all, I Know your darkest, deepest Secret.


You're just like me.

Here's a short story about what I go though, what I think and what not....:

Falling Silver
___________________

I'm an angel
I'm a devil
Hear me screaming
Hear me singing
About how I don't care anymore

Parents know nothing
Life's an empty shell
Glisting sweetly
bleeding so dicreetly
I'm the answer to your prayers

Such sweet sorrow,
A burning ember
Turns silver against the touch of ice
will we meet again tomarrow?
Can you wait or will we die?

Silver feathers fall around me
Mistic voices float around
When will I see
when will I hear the sound?
Of a heart beat never found.

Parents know nothing
Life's an empty shell
Glistening sweetly
bleeding so dicreetly
Your the answer to my Prayers.

I'm an angel
I'm a devil
Hear me screaming
Hear me singing
about how I don't care anymore.
Or pehaps you can't hear,
cause I'm making no sound.

Part One (for lack of a creative title.)

I left withough a second thought hoping to forget all that I felt inside.
I was scared of my heart and what you ment to me.
I was afraid you did not feel the same.
So suddnely I left.
Without words.
Without letters.
Without goood byes.
Without reason.
Without warning.
I've travled foar and wide, followint the dream you awakened within me.
And with each step I take, each step of the dream I accomplish, you are on my mind.
I know it is my fault for any pain you have.
I still don't know how to say I love you.
One day I hope to return and maybe then I will be able to tell you how I feel.
And I hope you can forgive my cowardness....

Part Two (for lack of a creative title)

I hid the misery that fills my heart.
Once it was filled with an emotion I could not define.
That was before you left my side.
We had just been friends for a short time when you suddenly left.
No wards.
No letters.
No good bye.
No reason.
No warning.
Did I drive you away?
Was there something you had to do before you told me how you felt?
I could see it in your eyes and every move you made.
I did not know you were that uncertian.
I don't blame you though.
I gave no indication of my true feelings for you either.
I hope one day you will return to me.
When that day comes, maybe we can say the words we could not say then....
I Love You....

(Blue is his thoughts, Purple is her thoughts)

Dance Meeting

Why do I feel this way?
Something in your smile seems to melt my pain away.
Could you truly understand my past and help me over come it?
There is something about your eyes.
A hidden emiotion, a hidden thought that only I've been privilaged to see.
I tried to hide in the shadows so no one would pay attention to me.
Yet the shadows attracted you somehow.
Here we are speaking of things that are of little concern.

I've been told it is rare for you to smile.
Yet tonight, you have graced me with several of them.
You hide behind a mask as well.
I noticed by the way you schooled your features when those that have known you longer came by to speak with you.
Curiosity is biting at me but I won't ask.
I dont' want to intrude into your personal life.
Still I can't help but wonder why they fell the need to mock you.
I thought I saw a hint of hurt, of lonliness in your eyes.

They left you with questions, that much I can tell as I look back at you.
I close my eyes and wait for questions that don't fall from your lips.
Surprise shows for just an instant as I look back at you.
I offer you my hand as the music switches to something soft and low.

Your invite to dance shocks me but I accept with a smile.
You lead me to the floor and I feel the stares of all that know you, of all that know of me.
They all stop and stare as we dance.
Shy at first.
As the song plays, they seem to dissapper and only you and I remain.

So many eyes watch us yet not one word is spoken as we dance.
They seem to stunned that a cold hearted bastard should be here dancing with you.
In fact, I am stunned as well.
I never thought I'd start to fall for one so unlike myself.

Why does it seem as if the songs don't last long enough?
Soon the whispers can be heard and I feel their eyes on me.
I start to blush, looking down at my hands.
You seem unfazed by their stares and lead me back to our corner.


Time seems to have flown this evening.
Now it is time for us to go back to our lives.
Back to the way things were before tonight.
I walk you to where your ride is waiting for you.


I feel sort of sad knowing that you and I will most likely never speak again.
I thank you for the dance and start to turn.
I am shocked as you catch my wrist and bring me close to you.

What is wrong with me?
Why do I feel this way?
What spell have you cast?
I ask myself these questions as I lean down and kiss your lips.
Soft, sweet.
Nothing too daring.
I don't want to scare you though I am scaring myself.

I am shocked and I stiffen greatly as your lips meet mine.
Warm, gentle.
I melt into the kiss as a tear slips from my eye.
Do we have to go to the way things were before?
Again I hear their whispers and feel their stares.
Yet this time, I am not embarassed.

I pull back and slip a card into your hand.
I leave quickly to my own ride.
As I enter my vechical, I notice others heading your way.
I frown but then smile as you enter your own quickly.

I make haste entering my car.
They seem curious or mad and I don't want to answer questions.
I take a deep breath as I start my car and leave.