| I had nothing to do, so i took an "online personality test" on my race, the vampires. My result is...
You aren't sure where you came from. Perhaps your sire did an embrace and run. Or maybe your sire was an outcast himself. Either way, your powers are unique and really don't belong to any clan...or maybe a little from each. Because you of these circumstances, you aren't really sure where you belong. You tend to wander and do a bit of soul searching in your eternal life. Maybe some day...you have a while after all http://warlocksrealm.homeip.net/vamp/ What Vampire Clan Do You Belong To?
Something cool i read on the internet..
Angel of darkness come with me
hold my hand, make me see
Child of the night show me your ways
drag me beneath to run through your maze
Everything not bright
nothing of light
pull me into your world
let me be your girl
Cover my eyes led by the blind
Just cuts, Just scrapes don't worry I'm fine
Our blood blends together, our scars just the same
The darkness so beautiful, day so mundane
My love belongs to you, take it and make it true
Your mystique to angelic, so soft, so deep
Take me, make me, hold me, I'm yours
Immersed in your esoteric beauty, my countenance pours
and
Blue hair
Black robe
You laugh
While your eyes are crying
Goth Angel
Why are you here?
Goth Angel
Why the tears?
Snow fall
On you
It's cold
You cannot feel it
Goth Angel
Why are you here?
Goth Angel
Why the tears?
You sit
In snow
Your robe
Dyeing the snow black
Goth Angel
Why are you here?
Goth Angel
Why the tears?
Bare feet
Cold hands
One tear
Staining your pale cheek
Goth Angel
Why are you here?
Goth Angel
Why the tears?
Your lips
Are blue
You wait
For someone to see you
Goth Angel
Why are you here?
Goth Angel
Why the tears?
You freeze
You cry
But why
No one cares about you
Goth Angel
Don't cry
I'm here.
To live is to die,
To change is forever.
I look back and I sigh,
What was once is now never.
A mushy but endearing poem..
Red roses were her favorites, her name was also Rose,
And every year her husband sent them tied with pretty bows.
The year he died the roses were delivered to her door,
The card said, "Be My Valentine," like all the years before.
Each year he sent her roses and the note would always say,
"I love you even more this year than last year on this day."
"My love for you will always grow with every passing year."
She knew this was the last time that the roses would appear
She thought he ordered roses in advance before this day.
Her loving husband did not know that he would pass away.
He always liked to do things early way before the time.
Then, if he got too busy everything would work out fine.
She trimmed the stems and placed them in a very special vase.
Then set the vase beside the portrait of his smiling face.
She would sit for hours in her husband's favorite chair.
While staring at his picture and the roses sitting there.
A year went by and it was hard to live without her mate.
With loneliness and solitude that had become her fate.
Then, the very hour as on Valentines before,
The doorbell rang and there were roses sitting by her door.
She brought the roses in and then just looked at them in shock.
Then, went to get the telephone to call the florist shop.
The owner answered and she asked him if he would explain,
Why would someone do this to her causing her such pain?
"I know your husband passed away more than a year ago,"
The owner said, "I knew you'd call and you would want to know."
"The flowers you received today were paid for in advance."
"Your husband always planned ahead he left nothing to chance."
"There is a standing order that I have on file down here,
And he has paid well in advance, you'll get them every year.
There also is another thing that I think you should know,
He wrote a special little card he did this years ago."
"Then, should ever I find out that he's no longer here,
That's the card that should be sent to you the following year."
She thanked him and hung up the phone her tears now flowing hard.
Her fingers shaking as she slowly reached to get the card.
Inside the card she saw that he had written her a note.
Then, as she stared in total silence this is what he wrote...
"Hello, my love, I know it's been a year since I've been gone,
I hope it hasn't been too hard for you to overcome."
"I know it must be lonely and the pain is very real.
For if it was the other way I know how I would feel.
The love we shared made everything so beautiful in life.
I loved you more than words can say, you were the perfect wife."
"You were my friend and lover, you fulfilled my every need.
I know it's only been a year, but please try not to grieve.
I want you to be happy even when you shed your tears.
That is why the roses will be sent to you for years."
"When you get these roses think of all the happiness,
That we had together and how both of us were blessed.
I have always loved you and I know I always will,
But, my love, you must go on you have some living still."
"Please try to find happiness while living out your days.
I know it is not easy, but I hope you find some ways.
The roses will come every year and they will only stop,
When your door's not answered when the florist stops to knock."
"He will come five times that day in case you have gone out,
But after his last visit he will know without a doubt,
To take the roses to the place where I've instructed him,
And place the roses where we are, together once again.
This one is ...
My name is Misty,
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen,
I cannot see.
I must be stupid,
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better,
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all,
I can't do a wrong,
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake
I'm all alone,
The house is dark,
My folks aren't home.
When my mommy does come,
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get
Just one whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car,
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse,
My name he calls,
I press myself
Against the wall.
I try and hide
From his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry.
He finds me weeping,
He shouts ugly words,
He says it's my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me,
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door
He's already locked it,
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But it's now much too late,
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate.
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless,
Sprawled on the floor.
My name is Misty,
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.
read this one through before you make up your mind about it...
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem
and he called it "Chops" because that was the name of his dog
and that's what it was all about
and his teacher gave him an "A" and a gold star
and his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo
and he let them sing on the bus
and his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair
and his mother and father kissed a lot
and the girl around the corner sent him a valentine signed with a row of x's
and he had to ask his father what the x's meant
and his father always tucked him in bed at night
and was always there to do it.
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem
and he called it "Autumn" because that was the name of the season
and that's what it was all about
and his teacher gave him an "A" and asked him to write more clearly
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of it's new paint
and the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars
and left butts on the pews
and sometimes they would burn holes
that was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames
and the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see santa claus
and the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot
and his father never tucked him in bed at night
and his father got mad when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem
and he called it "Innocence: A Question" because that was the question about his girl
and that's what it was all about
and his professor gave him an "A" and a strange steady look
and his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her
that was the year that Father Tracy died
and he forgot how the end of the apostles creed went
and he caught his sister making out on the back porch
and his mother and father never kissed or even talked
and the girl around the corner wore too much make up
that made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
and at three am he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly.
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem
and he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
because that's what it was really all about
and he gave himself an "A"
and a slash on each damned wrist
and he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think he could reach the kitchen.
You showed me how to love
Then taught me how to hate
You taught me how to give
But all you did was take
You've told me how to cry
And shown me how to bleed
You've taught me the word empty
You've taught me the word need
You taught me how to live
But now I want to die
You said you'd teach me happiness
But all you did was lie |
