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DaleLuck1313

PostPosted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 1:31 pm


Hey. I have just joined this guild and thought I'd contribute by posting all the poetry I've done in the last couple of days.
Suicide and Heartbreak

Here I lie,
On the floor,
Blood is everywhere,
No more exit door,
Why such things,
Should happen to me,
Is a mystery,
Because once we,
Had a life together,
You and I,
But now you don't care,
And now I'm about to die,
What do you think now,
In your "no emotion" head,
What do you think now,
Now that I'm dead,
Oh wait, that's right,
You still don't care,
The only thing you care for,
Is your brown fluffy bear,
That's typical for a girl,
No sexism enquired,
But you'd make a crap wife,
Always thinking I'm "just tired",
When you really know,
It's because of you I cry,
And it's because of you,
That I want to die...
Vampiric Thoughts
I watch her,
She's turning her head,
It's been a while,
Since I've been fed,
I see her neck,
Juicy and pure,
And I hear the blood rushing,
I give into it's lure,
I bite into the flesh,
It tastes so sweet,
But somethings wrong,
She's allowing me to eat,
I look up,
And I see she enjoys it,
The blood rushing down her neck,
The only light from a candle, which is lit,
I pick up my head,
Smiling towards her,
She smiles back,
Her smile purer then holy water,
I give into temptation,
I go in for the kiss,
The kiss connects,
My mind now flooded with bliss.
My tongue touches hers,
Hers touches mine,
This is what it feels,
To be with the divine,
Hands run over her,
Like a runaway train,
She unzips her dress,
There's no more pain,
Everything is good,
I feel light as a feather,
And now she is with me,
Now and forever...
His Apocalypse
Stabbed in my waist,
Falling down,
Punched in the stomach,
My enemy starts to frown,
Because I stand back up,
I start to smile,
I meet everlasting power,
It's been a while,
My eyes see his flesh,
My canines get sharp,
I shoot towards his neck,
Like a human dart,
He falls to the ground,
Screaming in vain,
As noone can hear him,
As noone cares for his pain,
I drink up the blood,
Juicy and warm,
Then I stand back up,
And walk back to my form,
Noone notices,
The blood stains on my shirt,
But eventually they noticed,
His body in the dirt,
I sit in my seat,
I listen to the screams,
Then I close my eyes,
And I begin to dream.
Together Eternally
She begins to fall,
I watch her die,
I fall down with her,
I begin to cry,
Our life a classic story,
Of a soulmate found,
Deep in our hearts,
And now forever we're bound,
And to think it all started,
When I began to allow,
Emotion into my life,
And we danced, and I bowed,
We loved each other,
Since the day we first danced,
And we held each others hands,
And never lost our balance,
We glided swiftly,
Across the Ball room floor,
And at the end,
We went through the exit door,
And we exchanged a kiss,
Which binded it all,
Letting us love each other forever,
Even as we fall,
Now I know what it means,
For your life to flash before your eyes,
And they flash for a second but you remember them,
Like beautiful fireflies,
And as we look into each other eyes,
We say with our last breath,
"I'll love you forever,
Even through death..."
The New Reaper
I pull up the knife,
Swinging down,
Into his stomach,
I begin to frown,
He isn't there,
That's pretty strange,
He must have known I was coming,
Oh, and I'm not deranged,
I've been hired by Satan,
To be his "private hitman,"
It's not good pay,
And staying in hell is like sitting in a frying pan,
I turn around,
And I hear wheezing,
The target is near,
Wind from the open window is breezing,
That's how I got in,
I climbed the wall,
So I could get here,
To the sixty-sixth floor,
I jump over the table,
And slam my knife behind the chair,
The knife connects,
Through the mans long, golden hair,
But it's now stained with blood,
I've done my job,
Now it's time to return,
To the demon I call boss.
The Masquerade Ball
I open the big doors,
Everyone's already dancing,
Noone takes notice of me,
There's just a few people glancing,
I walk into the middle,
The ball room floor,
And there I see,
The girl which I adore,
I only notice her,
Because of her long golden hair,
And her sleek, tall form,
Of which I find fair,
I walk over to her,
And offer my hand,
And the music increases,
From the violin band,
I bow and she stands up,
Still holding my human paw,
And I lead her to the dance,
And she seemed to adore,
The music which was played,
And for that I will remember,
That the date which we danced,
Was the eleventh of November,
And we danced and we danced,
At a reasonable pace,
Until our masks fell off,
And I looked at her face,
This wasn't the girl,
Of which I adored,
But now I saw,
How much I adored this girl more,
She seemed to have,
The same look on her face,
As she looked at me,
Not a sign of disgrace,
We replaced our masks,
And left the room,
And as soon as we did,
We exchanged a kiss in the light of the moon,
It was a brilliant kiss,
Of which I'll remember,
The day that we kissed,
The eleventh of November...
The Men In White Coats
I was screaming,
The men pulled me away,
The men in white coats,
One day they'll pay,
For taking me away,
From my love,
They think I'm crazy,
Because I think she's a dove,
Haven't they ever heard,
Of a metaphor?
Obviously not,
As they obviously don't adore,
The whole art of literature,
A gift for us mortals,
The one thing that hasn't sinned,
And I've been took through a portal,
Or that's what it felt like,
As I was driven away,
In that grey old van,
Those men will one day pay,
I woke in a padded cell,
And I couldn't move my arms,
Looking down,
I saw what it was,
I was wearing a straightjacket,
Something I had only heard of before,
And I screamed and I screamed,
For the girl I adore,
But noone answered,
And there I lay,
Crying and crying,
For the rest of my days...
Son of Lucifer
I reached through the fire,
And there stood my dad,
Smiling with sharp teeth,
And clawed hands,
I waved to my dad,
As I stabbed a few god-like-beings,
And he waved back,
Though he had no feelings,
What could you expect,
He's been locked down here for a while,
Down with the fire,
Also with the demons, so vile,
Why did God,
Lock him away,
When all he did,
Was say what he wanted to say,
Damn you god,
You made his life hell,
And yet you're still smiling,
But deep inside you hurt, I can tell,
Because all of the people,
Which you have "saved",
Are now all dead inside you,
And in blood they are bathed,
I can tell that it hurts,
Because I'm a special little boy,
I'm the son of a fallen angel,
And an angels head is my toy,
I'll kill every last one of you,
Here with my dad,
And if you think we're evil,
We'll give you bad,
I slashed and I ripped,
With my talon like claws,
And the everlasting angels,
Came to a pause,
And we finally killed the last few,
We had finally won,
And there we stood, bathed in blood,
Father and Son.
PostPosted: Sat Nov 11, 2006 1:33 pm


What do you think of my poetry? Keep in mind that I'm only twelve years old.

DaleLuck1313


DaleLuck1313

PostPosted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 11:28 am


AH! NONE OF YOU EVER COMMENT ON MY POETRY! NOONE EVER DOES! IS IT REALLY THAT BAD THAT YOU CAN'T EVEN COMPLAIN ABOUT IT WASTING SPACE? OR AM I SO INFECTED WITH "UGLY GERMS" THAT YOU DON'T WANT TO EVEN SEE THE POSTS I HAVE MADE?!
PostPosted: Tue Dec 12, 2006 6:53 pm


For a 12 year old, that's pretty damn good. Oh, and on a sidenote...not everyone will comment your poetry. Sometimes it never gets commented. People are mostly here to post their creative arts for themselves. If you want the critiqued, I'm sure there's a critquing thread and/or forum you can post in.

Reikuken


Black Diamond Fox

PostPosted: Thu Jan 18, 2007 2:36 pm


very good for 12 years old. by "very good" I mean better than mine sweatdrop Hope you keep it up. I enjoyed reading them.
PostPosted: Sat Mar 17, 2007 6:23 am


Thank you very much. All of my poetry is in my Gaia Journal, and I have approximately... 33.

I have stopped writing them recently due to writing fanfiction and my original story, also homework is dragging me back...

DaleLuck1313

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