Post by Blackie™ ` VAMPIRE on Oct 7, 2009 18:01:38 GMT -8
Grafixx `
Most of my graphics are for other sites. I personally don't like them much, however, it's my opinion.
Tell me what you think. ;d
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Literature `
This is only a small sample of my poems. If you'd like to read them all, then visit my page on AllPoetry! The link is now in my signature! Warning, my content is dark. this is the better stuff. Enjoy. ;D
The Friend Who Just Stands By
When troubles come your soul to try,
you love the friend who just stands by.
Perhaps there's nothing they can do,
the thing is strictly up to you.
For there are troubles all your own,
and paths the soul must tread alone.
Times when love can't smooth the road,
nor friendship lift the heavy load.
Bu just to feel you have a friend,
who will stand by till the end.
Whose symapthy hrough all endures,
whose happiness is always yours.
It helps somehow to pull you through,
although there is nothing they can do.
And so with fervent hearts we cry,
God Bless the friend who just stands by.
Racing The World
Her heart beats faster
She's running farther.
Why can't she see the finish line?
She will keep running,
hiding all her problems from the world.
But too soon she will realize,
the world is her problem.
Pride will keep her going,
she won't accept a helping hand.
Soon she's gonna fall,
and her time will end.
She wants to take on the world
But she feels alone
everyone testing her
telling her she can't make it
But pride will keep her going.
Cut
Again with a knife in hand,
And a sweet kiss to my wrist.
Blood seeps out from the new wounds,
Not too deep, but not too shallow.
I feel none of the pain,
But feel my emotions relieved.
I've always told my self, I'll never cut too deep.
But then again, I could slip.
And my life, would sadly end.
My friends would mourn,
And my family will be torn.
But does that matter?
I feel the relief,
The happiness.
That's all that I want.
That's all that I need.
It's almost like painting a picture,
But with just one color.
Whether it's is pretty or not,
It seems to make me happy.
But I don't know why.
I just know what it feels like to be free.
Too True
Too often we don't realize
What we have until it's gone.
Too often we wait too late to say
"I'm sorry - I was wrong."
Sometimes it seems we hurt the ones
We hold dearest to our hearts.
And we allow foolish things
To tear our lives apart.
Far too many times we let
Unimportant things into our minds
and then it's usually too late
To see what made us blind.
So be sure that you let people know
How much they mean to you.
Take that time to say the words
Before your time is through.
Be sure to appreciate
Everything you've got
And be thankful for the little things
In life that mean a lot.