January 25th, 2010
Dread of a forgotten vampire.
Erupting, the most delicate flower in bloom.
Speaking to me, dragging me nearer...
The rhythm of your fingers, hypnotizing
Lurring me into a state of deep gloom.
Perhaps those very strings, singing,
Imitate strands of your golden hair
Your touch a long lost memory, those mocking strings,
Dreading my lonesome longing.
When the delicate flowers of song,
Swaying, beautiful in it's youth,
Dies away with the music inside
Your sad face may soon be gone.
Glowing green eyes that have burned with mourn
I'm the one who saw your tears turn to dust
Finally, the melodic pedals die away
All with forgotten sonatas of your forlorn.
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That was written in Lestat's point of view of comparing Louis's sadness to that of a cello's gloomy harmony...
♥
Speaking to me, dragging me nearer...
The rhythm of your fingers, hypnotizing
Lurring me into a state of deep gloom.
Perhaps those very strings, singing,
Imitate strands of your golden hair
Your touch a long lost memory, those mocking strings,
Dreading my lonesome longing.
When the delicate flowers of song,
Swaying, beautiful in it's youth,
Dies away with the music inside
Your sad face may soon be gone.
Glowing green eyes that have burned with mourn
I'm the one who saw your tears turn to dust
Finally, the melodic pedals die away
All with forgotten sonatas of your forlorn.
-----
That was written in Lestat's point of view of comparing Louis's sadness to that of a cello's gloomy harmony...
♥
Posted by Draculaah | Jan 25, 2010 3:30 PM | 1 comments
January 2nd, 2010
Faint memory.
Heat bursts in the cold of the night.
A day in which leaves frayed, crushed.
Smoke poured into your lungs so heavily,
Icy blankets only hiding the rotting flesh.
Dancing, claws grab me but i push them away.
They shatter with the frozen knives.
See me...fall into pools of destroyed ambition.
Pushing through figures that hold their lives.
The wind, a turning hope, a blooming sunday.
Hands that grab that hopeless smile.
Whispering thoughts that keep returning,
Tossing the wishes of a gloomy snowfall...
Your hands i remember, vile, nauseating.
White flowers bloom and fall around me, turn red with the suffocating winter.
Vulgar memories of a demented grin
Chilling breath wrap around my body, chilling breath of mother.
A crescent moon gleams on burning skin...chapped lips...
Utter unworthy nothingness into MY eyes that spoke of evil.
I still remember, faintly,
Aching voices i hear, cracking, shrill.
Where is your warm breath?
Where is your warm breath, mother?
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Heyyy. Whoever reads this poem i wrote just now should try and guess what it's about ^^
And its not about me, thats for sure >.>
If you guys can't then i'll tell you.
[♥]
A day in which leaves frayed, crushed.
Smoke poured into your lungs so heavily,
Icy blankets only hiding the rotting flesh.
Dancing, claws grab me but i push them away.
They shatter with the frozen knives.
See me...fall into pools of destroyed ambition.
Pushing through figures that hold their lives.
The wind, a turning hope, a blooming sunday.
Hands that grab that hopeless smile.
Whispering thoughts that keep returning,
Tossing the wishes of a gloomy snowfall...
Your hands i remember, vile, nauseating.
White flowers bloom and fall around me, turn red with the suffocating winter.
Vulgar memories of a demented grin
Chilling breath wrap around my body, chilling breath of mother.
A crescent moon gleams on burning skin...chapped lips...
Utter unworthy nothingness into MY eyes that spoke of evil.
I still remember, faintly,
Aching voices i hear, cracking, shrill.
Where is your warm breath?
Where is your warm breath, mother?
---------
Heyyy. Whoever reads this poem i wrote just now should try and guess what it's about ^^
And its not about me, thats for sure >.>
If you guys can't then i'll tell you.
[♥]
Posted by Draculaah | Jan 2, 2010 3:14 PM | 0 comments
November 9th, 2009
Kyo's breakfast toast.
Mmmm... Toasty.
>.< for some reason i was thinking when i ate breakfast
what Kyo was eating for breakfast
and i guessed that it was Toast.
So i thought, what if he was eating toast right now?
then i was like
Why does this matter? O.o
and then i was like
because Kyo eating toast sounds kinda sexy.
Then again anything with Kyo involved would turn out sexy.
So then i threw away my cereal.
and i got out a peace of bread
and made some really yummy toast.
just because Kyo was maybe eating it.
So then when i ate my toast, i pictured that being Kyo's breakfast toast.
then i was like ''I"M EATING HIS TOAST ._."
Then i told my teacher about it.
and then he thought he was glad he wasn't kyo.
and i asked why.
and he said because then i would't facinate about his toast and he could eat it in peace
and i said "Oh, maybe that's how Kyo feels."
and he was like
Kyo can't feel that, he can't even hear your thoughts.
and i said he probably could.
and he said that he's probably all the way in japan.
and i said everyone from japan is a ninja.
he sighed and gave me a lecture about racisim.
and i said its not racisim when you favor a country, is it?
and he just shook his head and walked away.
and that's why i wont eat toast again.
cuz Kyo needs to eat his toast in peace.
Im causing Chaos and destruction with Kyo and his breakfast toast.
and that's the story of Kyo and his breakfast toast.
and i don't know why i just wrote all of that.
I love you Kyo, <33
Lol. Im weird.
That would be Kyo reaching for his breakfast toast, almost getting it, ALMOST..and he fails and slowly brings back his hand in disappointment. Poor Kyo.
Then he starts dancing really sexy like, because like i said, Kyo and Toast sound sexy together.
<33
>.< for some reason i was thinking when i ate breakfast
what Kyo was eating for breakfast
and i guessed that it was Toast.
So i thought, what if he was eating toast right now?
then i was like
Why does this matter? O.o
and then i was like
because Kyo eating toast sounds kinda sexy.
Then again anything with Kyo involved would turn out sexy.
So then i threw away my cereal.
and i got out a peace of bread
and made some really yummy toast.
just because Kyo was maybe eating it.
So then when i ate my toast, i pictured that being Kyo's breakfast toast.
then i was like ''I"M EATING HIS TOAST ._."
Then i told my teacher about it.
and then he thought he was glad he wasn't kyo.
and i asked why.
and he said because then i would't facinate about his toast and he could eat it in peace
and i said "Oh, maybe that's how Kyo feels."
and he was like
Kyo can't feel that, he can't even hear your thoughts.
and i said he probably could.
and he said that he's probably all the way in japan.
and i said everyone from japan is a ninja.
he sighed and gave me a lecture about racisim.
and i said its not racisim when you favor a country, is it?
and he just shook his head and walked away.
and that's why i wont eat toast again.
cuz Kyo needs to eat his toast in peace.
Im causing Chaos and destruction with Kyo and his breakfast toast.
and that's the story of Kyo and his breakfast toast.
and i don't know why i just wrote all of that.
I love you Kyo, <33
Lol. Im weird.
That would be Kyo reaching for his breakfast toast, almost getting it, ALMOST..and he fails and slowly brings back his hand in disappointment. Poor Kyo.
Then he starts dancing really sexy like, because like i said, Kyo and Toast sound sexy together.
<33
Posted by Draculaah | Nov 9, 2009 6:00 PM | 0 comments
October 23rd, 2009
Artistic decay.
Art=Lies=Blind=Death
Go ahead, snap away with that camera.
Chains that shouldn't break, kill me...kill me...
Forced to take another breath.
what a shame.
Life can be found, reach above and fail.
Inches away, taste the grinning memories
Flood in, fade away, decay within reach.
In art we love, in art all hail.
Leader in our eyes, genius we see.
Praise the torturous lies in admiration.
Feed me the withering flowers of abuse.
Share them with all, with you and with me.
Maggots clean up the artist's mistakes.
Chew and swallow, piece by little piece.
Emaciated displays of talent's devotion.
A canvas painted with tears and scrapes.
We watch in awe, smile into gloomy eyes.
Self pity scratches at our skin.
Dedicated to decomposing, tender flesh.
Ignore your beautifully malnourished cries.
Art=Lies=Blind=Death
Go ahead, snap away with that camera.
Chains that shouldn't break, kill me...kill me...
Forced to take another breath.
What a shame.
Posted by Draculaah | Oct 23, 2009 4:47 PM | 0 comments
October 15th, 2009
Cracked lightbulbs.
Study the rose petals, the deep, red rose petals.
Pry your hasty fingers into the cracked opening.
Anticipate the arrival of the crimson delight,
Run your tongue across that which dishevels.
The leaking body grows numb, wintry pain develops slowly.
Sink your teeth into the fraying extremities.
Feel the velvet liquid slip through your senses,
Lick your lips in the eyes that watch, wide; gloomy.
Drive my knife into the pale flesh, followed by screams of terror.
Feed on the obscene screeches.
Go ahead, my dearest, arouse me even more.
Bubbling fluids rush out and rape me harder.
Like the rotting limbs of an old tree, break off and die away.
Nauseating cracks fill an empty room, engulfs me in joy.
The red river bubbles and flows, don't drown my dear.
That's my job, let me be the one to cause your body to decay.
Intoxicating aroma,
Seduce my every fiber.
Exotic taste,
Savage obsessions take me higher.
----------
Okay, obviously that was about sadism.
I'm sorry if you didn't catch on after the first part of it ~
Pry your hasty fingers into the cracked opening.
Anticipate the arrival of the crimson delight,
Run your tongue across that which dishevels.
The leaking body grows numb, wintry pain develops slowly.
Sink your teeth into the fraying extremities.
Feel the velvet liquid slip through your senses,
Lick your lips in the eyes that watch, wide; gloomy.
Drive my knife into the pale flesh, followed by screams of terror.
Feed on the obscene screeches.
Go ahead, my dearest, arouse me even more.
Bubbling fluids rush out and rape me harder.
Like the rotting limbs of an old tree, break off and die away.
Nauseating cracks fill an empty room, engulfs me in joy.
The red river bubbles and flows, don't drown my dear.
That's my job, let me be the one to cause your body to decay.
Intoxicating aroma,
Seduce my every fiber.
Exotic taste,
Savage obsessions take me higher.
----------
Okay, obviously that was about sadism.
I'm sorry if you didn't catch on after the first part of it ~
Posted by Draculaah | Oct 15, 2009 9:31 PM | 1 comments
Carousel made of rubbish.
Watching the carousel spinning, round...round...
four sides--Destruction, Murder, Lust, Obscurity.
The iron blade descends and the laughing children fall.
Up with the destruction, down with the purity.
Watch the red dance, laugh in your face
Screaming monarch, turns to sand as he flutters
Sense the newborn lilacs, petals wither and drop
Pick up your shit and run, run away you fuckers.
Watching the carousel spinning, round...round...
Four sides--Destruction, Murder, Lust, Obscurity
The iron blade descends and the laughing children fall.
Up with the murder, down with the purity.
Feel the silver needle, softly pierce tender flesh.
Hear the sharp screams, grin into crying wrists.
Picture the dust, lift with red dreams
Hack away, shower my garden as you burst the cists.
Consume the fire, memories burst to flames.
Bathe in sand, soak up the lies.
Crush the lilacs, possess crumbling hope.
Shred the bodies and grin, in his face he tries.
Handle the needle, watch him pin-point fate.
Offer you screams, take them graciously.
Imagine the dust, blankets kept you warm.
taste the cists, stab you aimlessly.
Watching the Carousel spinning, round...round...
Four sides--Destruction, murder, lust, obscurity.
The iron blade descends and the laughing children fall.
Up with the lust, down with the purity.
Imagine the pressure, pour onto quivering lap.
Feed on sweat, thrust through body heat.
Desire your blood, drink up you whore.
release the honey, taste-- bittersweet.
Watching the Carousel spinning, round...round...
Four sides--Destruction, murder, lust, obscurity.
The iron blade descends and the laughing children fall
Up with Obscurity, down with purity.
Scratch at the window, gape at liquid fingers.
Envy the sun, the shriek of a door hinge.
Chain down our smile, scream to be free.
Drop to the floor, body fold over and cringe.
Focus on the pressure, eyes opened wide.
Reach for the cup, choke on my sweat.
Spill my blood, hungrily clean it up.
Like a bee, produce more honey--don't you fret.
Crush your nails, finger the sharp glass.
Feel the sun, smile without a fight.
Lick the lips of pure evil, you now see.
Realize it's a dream, tremble and screech with plight.
Destroy the sacred flowers
Mutilate my grotesque passion
Dry heave and rape icy cold dreams
Fill my world of envious fashion.
The Carousel has stopped and there's no turning back
The iron blade closed the wall, the fallen children perish.
Hold the bloody hands of hell's demons
Caress your open wounds, filled with the world's rubbish.
Escape your thoughts, your sickening pleas
Glue the cracks that keep crumbling...dying...
Redemption has fucked you in the mouth
Eat shit and die, crush the hope and stop your crying.
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Very pissed off and upset at the world right now, so i decided to write a poem.
I hope you like it, and get what i'm trying to say.
All things fucked up is the theme.
Enjoy.
four sides--Destruction, Murder, Lust, Obscurity.
The iron blade descends and the laughing children fall.
Up with the destruction, down with the purity.
Watch the red dance, laugh in your face
Screaming monarch, turns to sand as he flutters
Sense the newborn lilacs, petals wither and drop
Pick up your shit and run, run away you fuckers.
Watching the carousel spinning, round...round...
Four sides--Destruction, Murder, Lust, Obscurity
The iron blade descends and the laughing children fall.
Up with the murder, down with the purity.
Feel the silver needle, softly pierce tender flesh.
Hear the sharp screams, grin into crying wrists.
Picture the dust, lift with red dreams
Hack away, shower my garden as you burst the cists.
Consume the fire, memories burst to flames.
Bathe in sand, soak up the lies.
Crush the lilacs, possess crumbling hope.
Shred the bodies and grin, in his face he tries.
Handle the needle, watch him pin-point fate.
Offer you screams, take them graciously.
Imagine the dust, blankets kept you warm.
taste the cists, stab you aimlessly.
Watching the Carousel spinning, round...round...
Four sides--Destruction, murder, lust, obscurity.
The iron blade descends and the laughing children fall.
Up with the lust, down with the purity.
Imagine the pressure, pour onto quivering lap.
Feed on sweat, thrust through body heat.
Desire your blood, drink up you whore.
release the honey, taste-- bittersweet.
Watching the Carousel spinning, round...round...
Four sides--Destruction, murder, lust, obscurity.
The iron blade descends and the laughing children fall
Up with Obscurity, down with purity.
Scratch at the window, gape at liquid fingers.
Envy the sun, the shriek of a door hinge.
Chain down our smile, scream to be free.
Drop to the floor, body fold over and cringe.
Focus on the pressure, eyes opened wide.
Reach for the cup, choke on my sweat.
Spill my blood, hungrily clean it up.
Like a bee, produce more honey--don't you fret.
Crush your nails, finger the sharp glass.
Feel the sun, smile without a fight.
Lick the lips of pure evil, you now see.
Realize it's a dream, tremble and screech with plight.
Destroy the sacred flowers
Mutilate my grotesque passion
Dry heave and rape icy cold dreams
Fill my world of envious fashion.
The Carousel has stopped and there's no turning back
The iron blade closed the wall, the fallen children perish.
Hold the bloody hands of hell's demons
Caress your open wounds, filled with the world's rubbish.
Escape your thoughts, your sickening pleas
Glue the cracks that keep crumbling...dying...
Redemption has fucked you in the mouth
Eat shit and die, crush the hope and stop your crying.
----------
Very pissed off and upset at the world right now, so i decided to write a poem.
I hope you like it, and get what i'm trying to say.
All things fucked up is the theme.
Enjoy.
Posted by Draculaah | Oct 15, 2009 6:25 PM | 1 comments