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We are The Same

When I look at you,

I see myself in the mirror.

Fighting through clouded days,

Hoping they get clearer.

She shouldn’t have to cry,

How come no one hears her.

He has his dreams,

Wants to fly,

But its as if the devil is standing nearer.

And it got weirder.

When our roll models do wrong.

But we refuse to let that get in our way.

So we stand strong.

But for how long?

Even Hercules’s legs grow tired.

Wars will never stop,

And some simply cant get hired,

Or they’re getting fired.

Even if you start to move higher,

You still feel the heat,

Because hell is getting hotter.

A dragon that harry potter couldn’t slay,

And no one was there to save the day.

So try to sprout wings and take off,

Like a crow at play.

But don’t go too far,

Less you drift off into outer space.

vampire virtues: the prologue

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thank you germany :)

This is just a simple post of thanks. This goes out to everyone who has shown his or her support by visiting my page. This really means more than you may think. Special thanks go out to the great country of Germany. I noticed that Germany is the second supportive country in the world that actively visits, or maybe happens upon my page. To be honest, I have received more support from Europe in general than the United States, which is where I reside. It makes me wonder. Has the United States really become so self absorbed that they cannot even recognize talent? I know that money is important, but the arts should never be forgotten on the level that is has.

 

So once again, thank you Europe, and especially Germany.

Whispers

At night,

the wind howls from the mountains,

but your voice is all I hear.

Whispering my desires,

calling out to my fate.

It is cold,

and I quake,

and try to hide from your hideous face.

To my utter misfortune,

you continue to haunt my heart,

tearing apart my mind,

running my emotions dry.

Taking what little time,

I had to think about my life,

before you decided to take it away.

Still I follow you,

like a lost dove.

Or I try to.

It must be love.

Why else would I trudge through this heartache?

Your plague spreads on the winds of your voice.

do i truly,

have a choice?

black and white

Overlapping shadows everlasting      

Deepest black cloud avoiding forecasting

Innocent minds in a corrupt world of

Demons and devils, storms and perils

Bleaching their skin white

With terror

A clashing contrast that leaves no

Gray.

 

No medium line of equilibrium

No borderlands of hope or rejuvium

Their minds will never learn

As their desperate cries, go unheard

Raw emotion that is a constant burn

That is ever churning

As the surface remains unveiled

Our inner truths show in their

Outer lives

Whispering to us until

All dies.

Personal Challenge

There was one time in my life when my beliefs and ideas were challenged as an artist. It was relatively recent being that I was in eighth grade. I had adapted a dark tone to my art and writing. It reflected on me, and the secrets that I believe everyone has. This society is too afraid of being judged, and rather follow someone else instead of being an indivisual. This occurs especially with this generation of youth.

During the middle of my eighth grade year, a teacher introduced me to the young authors competition. She had been constantly telling me that my poetry was phenomenal an enchouraged me to compete. Naturally I was excited. Ihad never been acknowledged for my writing by anyone other that family.

As soon as I arrived home, I began to work. I created my own cover design, binding and all other parts of the book from scratch. Then, I began to pour my heart and soul into words. I had written some of the best works of that time of my life. I was very near a state of ecstatic pandemonium when I turned my book in. No one could have told me anything was wrong with it. I only saw perfection.

About a week later, my literature teacher pulled me aside to deliver crushing news. My book was not even entered into the competition. According to her, and the rest of the council, my work was too "negative". I was told that it sent an anti-positive message to the readers. This also started talk among the other teachers about what was going on inside my home. I was livid and hurt by the fact that my book, which had so much energy and heart, was not even submitted. Instead, I was constantly watched and immediately judged.

For a moment, I began to think my book was not submitted because it was poorly written. I began to question my ability as a writer. Then, after a few weeks, I realized that I had breached a part of their minds that they were afraid to explore. From then on, my drawings and poems took on an even darker flair. That incident became my motivation and fuel.

I had refused to let that rejection change my artistic style or ideas. Instead, I let it be my drive. Sometimes my work would have an opposite overall theme, but even then there is something dark somewhere in the content. That experience has molded me into a stronger writer and an overall more observent person. 

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I know it has been a while but new material is on the way. Vampire virtues is also being worked on. Just thought you should know that you haven't been forgotten.

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The Gathering

Rain caressed the air around the old community cemetery. Its tomb stones and obelisks stretched toward the grey sky like fingers of a dirt skeleton. Dense mist crawled up from the murky man made lake in the center of the foreboding place.

Rain always falls in this shadowed part of the city. A phenomenon understood by none. Some said that he rain were the tears of tortured souls. And many believed just that. But, like the tree in the grand mausoleum, people still ventured out despite the dreary weather.

On this ominous night, no wind stirred. No birds chirped. Even the rain was silent as it collided with the soggy, weed infested grass. The world itself was holding its breath as the three overcast ladies held their clandestine meeting.

Chapter one

Lightning forked down as Martha walked along the park’s dirt road. She reveled in the feeling of rain hitting her skin and the fresh scent of wet earth. Her black tank top was soaked, as were her black skinny jeans. Martha walked barefoot, feeling the wet leaves and mud squish through her slender petit toes. She giggled at herself enjoying the moment to herself.

Martha wasn’t cold. She seemed to have a natural resistance to it, or was simply used to it. She had always had a habit of going out in the rain without a jacket. Even during the cold spring and fall months. She looked around observing the lush greenery of the forest like park. Martha thought about the animals and creatures that lived there. She stopped when she noticed a wolf watching her from a nearby tree stump. Its green piercing eyes bore into her, but not in a threatening way. The wolf almost seemed as though it wanted to tell her something. Thunder roared overhead....... to be continued.

A Very Quiet Moment

We are at peace at last though our minds still question.

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love?

     I think the word is used a bit too loosely. A lot of us say we love our friends, but what is a friend? Thats a story for another time. Love is a very powerful, and tricky emotion. It can lead a person to self-destruction, and can lead to hate.

     Even though its crucial to watch who you fall in love with, it can be quite hard. Many of us are too careful, holding back from everyone, especially if you have been hurt by a loved one before.

     Being hurt by a loved one has personally caused me to to hate them. Love and hate can go so closely together at times. I hate her because of the way she made me feel. No one likes to look like a fool. Even if they know that they aren't. This particular person had me do everything for her. I wanted to since i loved her. In the end i realized that i was used.

     Being betrayed by someone you love can destroy you. Its up to that person to forgive, or let go, even if they don't  fotgive that person. We can't say that we will never fall in love again, because sometimes it just happens. I've gotten ysed to being alone though it hurts at times. But in the end we all have to realize that bad things happen, and that we must be careful with love.

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Rebuild. Restore

Verse 1
I turn my face to the stars,
But for some reason, It's still dark.
I'm drawn to her flame like a mesmerized moth,
But despite that bright beacon I am still lost.
I'm constantly fighting,
But for what cause?
I've started,
But I feel like I've already lost.

She whispers in my ear," everything
will be alright."
But how does that explain the tears that spill in the night?
It's been years, decades even since I held her tight.
So it seems winter is the season that comes the most.
I feel like a host to an evil parasite,
It's draining everything from me,
And I fear it will take my life.
Not that it matters,
She wouldn't notice if I was gone.
Like the passing of a rain storm.
The thunder and lightning you can't see as it goes on.
Because it raging deep inside of my tortured heart.

Course
She doesn't know what she wants,
I don't know how to start,
We can't figure out if this love will ever burn.
Like it did before
Time destroyed the door.
So now we have to rebuild,
And hopefully restore.

Verse2
Now she wants to sew me back up.
But the thought makes me want to throw up.
It's not because she is nasty or revolting.
It's just that I get so excited it's disgusting.
Never lusting for her body, but her mind.
Though her lips are so enticing when they connect with mine.
The finest wine.
Mini explosions go off in my chest,
This feelings the best,
Though it's stealing all of my breath.
Leaving me dry in the blazing summer sun,
And though I run,
There is no hiding from the rays,
Yes they stung.
....to be cont..

wondering

We ask questions to the the things that dont have answers. We attempt to fix things that are beyond our ability. One day cruelty and sadness will vanish, and we will no longer have to wonder...

Why.

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Religion (personal experience)

I have come to realize that despite the fact that Wicca is becoming more accepted in the united states, it is still frowned upon, and challenged by many people. In a way I understand this. When you are born and raised around one thing or idea, you become "brainwashed" in a way, and it becomes hard to break away from it. I personally try to make sure that I stay open minded about everything and challenge thing in a positive light. This is actually how I found Wicca. It allows me to expand my mind and build on my moral beliefs.
I have received the mot negative feedback from catholics. though I highly respect the religion, I must admit that they are quite harsh on other religions, especially paganism. I still keep an open mind about their arguments, but I have chosen to keep my faith in Wicca.
For those of you who are not sure what Wicca is, I will give a brief description. Wicca is a pagan religion centered around nature, and a goddess. It incorporates witchcraft, and can be extremely spiritual. The thing that sets wiccans apart from other witches, and the thing that is most brought up the most, is that wiccans do not curse anyone or thing. In fact, that is like a golden rule in Wicca, "an it harm none, do what ye will". It does not matter if someone wrongs you in some horrific way, cursing is strictly forbidden. Though it can be tempting, one has to keep their faith, just like any other religion. Once that line is crossed, you can not claim Wicca as your religion. I look at it this way. Everything comes back to me times three. (the three fold law) Its the way wiccans see Carma. why would I want to harm someone knowing that something will happen to me at some point. Not only will that negative energy come back to me, it will be three times worst. I rather not.
So whatever your religion is, try to keep an open mind. Don't shun someone because they choose to put their faith somewhere else. It may be a challenge, but it is just another path in your spiritual journey.
Merry met.

To the Shadows

I am sick, of fighting these demons. The one called life, almost gives me no reason, to continue on. Of course, like everyone else, i like to play with the thought of being, happy, when, im not. These demons and things are, everywhere. Bringing dispair and pain when they trudge on this plane, of existance. And im running out of resistance. Out of will. I've been told that, love prevails over all, but what is love? True love is a figment of a lonely one's imagination. People get married out of love, but with tje smallest fustration they feel the only retaliation is to lie, and cheat, and split apart instead of living up to that desication. I once fell into that trap. Never again. But you know what? Im really not ready to go yet. Sure, i moan and frett, but because shadows always breath down my neck. There os so mich i have yet to achieve and see. So i shall hold on to that ever dim candle flame. Though it may burn at times, i refuse to die.

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Moon Touch

I do not wait for dawn's kiss.

Instead,

I reminess the moon's touch.

I cherish the way her light,

Makes me blush.

My love,

Is beautiful.

Her pure light is all,

I wish for.

The wind calls for me.

A summons to my midnight queen.

No cloud can come between,

Me and my dream.

The end to my reality.

An awakening of my fantasy.

Roses reach up to feel,

Her cool embrace.

With her there is a special place.

One i never thought i would reach.

A broken cosmose,

With a diamond sky.

No ship can get me there.

No sea leads in its direction.

Only my broken thoughts,

Fleating from dawn's light.

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Invincible

Come with your demons!

Your red eyed serpents!

I have faced far worst.

Come with your silver sword angels!

Your haloed archers!

I have seen beauty unmatched.

Come with your tsunamies and fire!

And your raging pits of shadows!

I have created pain far more cripling.

I do not know from where you come.

But i shall blacken out your sun.

Holy words will not bother me.

For when you sleep,

My eyes you will see.

Give up on your pitiful crusades!

I devour armies of rage.

And do not speak of love and heart.

Because thoes things,

I will never again start.

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Luna

I cherish the moment when the sun retreats,

Its feirce rays diminished for a time,

And luna shows her beautiful face,

Illuminating the dark, dismal night.

Her silver light peirces my heart,

And whispers sweet things to my very soul.

A gentle rain decends around me,

Cleansing my doleful spirit,

and setting me free once more.

As the crimson jewel falls from the, rose petal,

And the evening breeze caresses,

My face,

Immoral spears from a malicious,

Ball of fire,

Lurches to impale me,

As i kiss my love goodbye

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Helpless

Whenever the moon hides her face,

After the winds caress, like lace,

When you realize time hold your fate,

You long for the light of day.

As violent storms rage from your eyes,

While you sit and wait to die

As if you could refuse to cry,

As though you have a reason to strive,

You drink the poisoned wine.

Once the crow sings her song,

After the winter begins to storm,

As if you will ever be warm

When the clouds cover the sun,

You dream of an unfound home.

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This Dark Heart of Mine

I feel like i will die,

In this twisted land.

Angels will fall,

And you will start to see this,

Dark heart of mine.

This dark heart of mine,

Where fears and nightmares,

Are awakened.

Angels will cry,

And evil will flow into me.

Into this dark heart of mine.

I feel you,

When you sleep.

Through your dreams.

Sad or sweet.

Let you and i,

Try to run away.

Angels will cry.

All that you hear,

Is the beating of,

This dark heart of mine.

This dark heart of mine.

Where shadows and night,

is all there is.

Angels will cry,

And all you can hear is,

The slow beat of,

This dark heart of mine.

Dark heart of mine.

What horror have i become?

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Starlit Rain

A twinkle emits from her eyes.

Diamonds scattered across an, obsidian sky.

The flowing tendrils of dawn,

Give chase.

Desperate to reveal her unwanted,

Fate.

But thoes glistning windows,

Of the purest kind,

Stay shut.

Rain decends gently.

Staining the world around her.

A hideous blemish,

On the whitest cotton sheets.

And as the stary window leaks,

She realizes that there is more,

To life to seek,

And desides to change the things, that make her weak.

To strive for the heavens,

and reach her peak.

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Promises

Cross my heart, and hope to die.

They peomise as they lie there,

Small and broken.

Hiding from society.

Shy,

in front of people who have not yet, spoken.

Cross my heart, and hope to die.

They vow,

With their silent pleas.

Infested with fleas,

As they tease the idea of being,

Secure.

Cross my heart and hope to die,

Lingers in their mind.

As they cry each day and night,

And fight the frozen winters.

Or the blazing summer as it blisters.

They dont all enjoy begging to be,

Like them.

With expensive jeggings,

or suits at weddings.

Cross my heart, and hope to die,

They decide.

Piliging dumpsters,

smelling foul enough to knock, someone under.

Under.

Below the tar pit they sit,

As we spit,

And walk on by.

Knowing that they sing,

Cross my heart and hope to die.

So why,

Hasnt anything changed?

They have sang for to long,

And now more have been added to, the throng,

And i wonder how they still sing this, song of life,

In spite of death that,

Might, come their way.

Cross my heart and hope to die,

Is a discusting lie,

like that fly sitting on their,

stained covers.

Ive watched them,

Cross their hearts, and refuse to die.

My minds eye cant take it.

Like starving children crawling,

Through the desert.

They are forsaken.

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Don't Turn Away

For so long,

I waited for,

Someone as perfect as,

You.

I hold you dear,

And want you near.

Please don't turn away,

Don't turn away from me.

Loosing my mind each day,

I can not see your face.

So i hold on to,

Memories.

My skin screams for your touch.

Your love is way to much,

For someone as unworthy as me.

For so long,

I waited for,

Someone as perfect as,

You.

Stay with me,

As we share dreams.

Please don't turn away,

Don't turn away from me.

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Ebony Wing

Why does the crow sing?

When all she can see is nothing.

Black on the outside,

As well as in.

Like the void,

She lives,

And shall never end.

Why does the crow sing?

Forced to watch humanity.

From a shadowed world,

She looks down,

At restless souls,

Roaming around fighting for, sovereignty.

Why does the crow sing?

Knowing,

The end is near.

She watches humans compete,

And kill.

Living,

In total fear.

Afraid of what is so near.

Why does the crow sing?

her song sad.

Even in her laugh.

Taking flight,

On ebony wings.

Till its all over.

A shattered dream.

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Red

Red is a powerful color.

It is the color of love.

It is the color of my blood,

As it runs hot for you.

Red is the color of passion.

Of roses as they bloom.

It is the color of our hearts,

As they beat as one.

Red is the color of your cheeks, when you blush.

It is the color of your ears,

when it is cold.

Of your lips, and all of their soft glory.

Red is the color of the sky,

As we watch the sunset.

Of the leaves in the fall.

It is the color of a ladybug,

As it lands on your shoulder.

Red is the color of eternity.

Of Venus, the goddess of love.

It is the color of us as we live, forever.

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Broken Heart

My heart was dieing.

Slowly,

But surely.

I never dreamed of,

Love,

or of being alive again.

Afraid of pain,

My heart withdrew.

Locked inside its own coffin.

Then you,

A shadowed angel.

Always there,

Never seen.

Always noticed,

Never acknowledged.

Swept down,

On your pale wings.

Tore my heart,

From its coffin,

And healed it.

Making my life new,

Once more.

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