These are couple of my poems that I would like to share on here. There is no reason why they are on here. They have nothing to with Twilight, but sorry about that part. Not everything has to do with Twilight or Vampires. So read, rate, or do whatever! Thank you!
A Lovely Haunting!
I feel the frozen wood of my coffin,
creak and crack under the weight of earth.
My frozen limbs reach out towards the sun,
yearning for the one that I loved.
I lie dead and still in my pain in misery...
Remembering what my love did to me.
That dark frozen night, when my blood will spill.
For the murderous one that I love still.
Although I am dead...
I still feel a haunting dread.
A memory of blood...
and all that I have lost.
I smile trying to remember my late love's name,
the one that had torn my heart out all bloody and maimed.
I rise out of my coffin, in that dark frozen night with a scythe...
Waiting for a time just right to end that fool's life!
I found my love crying in despair over what he had done,
So found it in myself to give him one more shot under the sun.
I made a deal that I will not torment him anymore...
If he went to my grave and begged my love once more!
He went to my grave to beg for my love,
but instead he slit open his throat.
Now we are both dead and happy as can be in our little coffin,
His lesson was learned.
Now he will know that love will haunt him forever
here underneath the earth!
X X X
True Suicidal Thought
Cutting my wrists with a razor so dull and rusty,
the smell so enticing and musty
The blood flows down my arm,
I don't even care if I am doing myself harm!
The darkness around me and all my evil thoughts
that my tormented heart has bought,
of flesh, blood, and rot!
The true side of suicidal thought!
The blood so red and hot is spilling out,
I smile wanting to laugh out loud!
I watch the pool of red grow all around me,
I don't even care that I am dying!
My eyes are bleeding tears of blood,
of hatred and not of love!
Everything I see turns red,
a sign that means I soon be dead!
Now my corpse lies on the floor,
with a puddle of blood flowing out my door.
I look down and see upon my face,
a smile not of pleasure, but a frown of disgrace!
X X X
Inside my head. There is a mirror.
A reflection of what I dread.
Understand this image of me seems
to be doing exactly everything.
It is weird how she looks just like me.
In the mirror world nothing is as it seems.
She is dark and I am light.
She is wrong and I am right.
I am from the day and she is from the night.
And although we look the same believe our minds are different.
I am sane and the she is insane.
She is the darker side to me, my yin to my yang.
I am the happiness while she is the pain.
In the mirror world...You may come across yourself, but just to warned.
The person you believe to be you...might not be who you are!
Okay these are poems. Sorry they if they seem depressing, but I write what I feel or what I am thinking at that particular moment in time. So please read!