Inside

And I am
ready for criticism
and no longer ashamed of who I am
and who I'm soon to be.
I'll never change a part of me by then.
So who are you to say what's
fashionable
strictly by the
color of ones skin
is it a sin or is it
that we're too afraid to look within.
© 2005

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I like that! Very well written.
Posted 6/28/2005 8:49 PM by suicide_scarlet

I love. . .

- Getting lost in a sea of sound and emotion
- Living inside my headphones and not caring whatever else is going on.
- Music that feels like it's coming out of my soul, not just into my ears.
- Musicians with the balls to do something daring and change it up.
- The Rain.
- Seeing the one person who can kill me or give me the feeling that I am immortal with just one glance
- Fire.
- Family traditions
- Searching through old papers finding long lost memories
- Finding the perfect words.
- Writing.
- People who believe in me.
- People I believe in.
- People who care about me.
- People I care about.
- People who love me.
- You.
- Boys who don't know that they mean the world to someone.
- Boys who don't understand that just because they thing they're alone and that no one will ever understand, When they finally spill they see that I understand and I will never let them be alone.
- Boys with eyes that make me feel like I want to look into them forever.
- Boys that say cute things without even knowing it.
- When a guy puts his arm around me because he actually thinks I'm special, and feeling like everything is perfect
- Hugs.
- Kisses
- Full moons.
- Crescent moons
- Long, thoughtful conversations (whether they are in person, online, or on the phone).
- Smiles.
- Laughter.
- Getting home from a hard day at work and plopping down on the couch.
- Being in someone's arms, knowing they care, and feeling safe and warm
- Sunshine.
- Singing in the shower.
- Cute dogs.
- Skater boys who think they're losers
- People who call me "cute" or tell me I give good hugs (Thanks Mikey) and just compliments in general
- Staying up late
- Buying a CD or LP or VG
- Cool breezes on hot days.
- Life.
- Love.
- Music.

Obvoiusly there's more, but that's all I feel like writing right now.
Props to Even for giving me the idea. Oh and yes I did use some of yours Evan but I Love those things too so ha! LOL

Bara O Kakomu Ringu/Maru

Ring around the roses
Cut yourself on thorns
Joined a world of suffering
The day that I was born
Bread for water, wine for blood
I'll drink the pain away
I'm not so sure that god
Is really with me everyday
Ash to ash and dust to dust
So lost I can't be found
But in the end
We all fall down
© 2005

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OH WOW THAT'S SO COOL
Posted 3/5/2005 12:53 PM by WANDERINGJD

That Cat

He died on a sunday
Oh Tiger my pet
And that is one sunday
I'll never forget
For that evil cat
Haunts me still in my sleep
The nights are so restless
The days, I can't eat
That cat was a menace
The very first day
That stupid cat told me
Only one could stay
So I faught tooth and nail
Fang and claw all the day
And finally that cat
Was that night put away
I'll never forget
That weary sunday night
For that cat, that damn cat
Put up a good fight
© 2005

Like a person after my own heart I couldn't have said it better... and you know I can spit! lol Poetry wise you know you know hehehe


Never again will I put myself to shame for silly drops of rain. Put my recollections into prima donna retrograde. Searching for myself. An underage philosopher unsure whether she is ahead of or behind her time. A lyricist, a dancer, a musician, an actress, a creator, a destroyer, a lover.\ Maybe someday I'll start taking my own good advice. But until then I'll journey onward and love every minute. This could be your last breath. Did you feel it, did you savor it? Did you let the rush fill you from head to toe, revitalizing you? Take nothing for granted. This is life. There are no gaurantees.

-Steffi McLemore

Vampire Poetry Contest

I don't remember if i posted this yet or not but oh well


Angel of darkness, thus be it, my name
Resisting the blood lust, embrasing my pain
No one can tame me, a beast I am not
Put me to sleep, silver bullet, one shot
I am the hunted, the haunted, the dead
Feared by the hunter with blood crimson red
Skin pale, snow white, dusted cherry red lips
I'll die, burning touch, fire red finger tips
Kill me today, staring straight at the sun
I'll sink into hell, giving in to the one
The only, my master, my lord, Mon amor
The devil to whom my devostion I swore
His touch burns inside giving life to my skin
His eyes light me up I am no longer dead
Dance in the darkness, get lost in our sin
Apocolipse, future, the end will begin
© 2005


I wrote it for a Vampire poetry contest. I like it. So ya.