Deadly Nightshade

This goes out to all the ""popular"" people after having a talk with one of them...I had to wright this

You...

You are but a stereo type

nothing more but the beater of those inferior to yourself

you take no pity with your brainwashed followers

and your compact make up

but I laugh at the stupidity

smile at the ignorance

why because you words and styles mean nothing to me

because I am who I am

I am a poet

The person Above me pen name is Canid pretty creative huh?

*Gasp!* Happyness wow http://www.themightypen.net/public/style_emoticons/default/ohmy.gif a birthday really dose wonders to ones mind

Everything will be just fine

Everything will be okay

The tears are long shed

The heartbreak is gone

I can breath once more

Take deep breaths

And just smile to the sky

I survived the greatest battle

A battle of life, my life

And I won

No more tears

Heartache

Just smile

Laugh

Be happy

For everything is all right

Aw, thank you all for the love

~I hope you do not mind my coming~

Ridding the wind currents the demon flew...blood thirsty and ready to kill at any given moment the sounds of battle touched her pointed ears long silver hair flowing like a stream licking black lips gray eyes rested upon those that fought her nails become much more then nails in fact ivory claws...but she soon retracted them moving down with a mighty flap of her wings she perched upon a tree running a her tongue along those Ivory fangs...Sardin ... was on her mind for a snack pushing herself from the dark branch she moved with grace and speed her now clawed hands digging into his shoulders from behind to tackled him to the mud drawing blood with her talons

OOC ~ She is the demon on my sig...~

The person Above me is forgivin

The person above me is... so so nice

*Feels so loved and warm and fuzzy* Thank you all *sigh* I just wish my b-day was not on this blasted holiday

Well, I dont know if that is good or bad.... but I am thinking it is good I like impacting poems, anyway, Hemlock had white flowers and its seeds are the deadly part of it, so thats where I got that from

O Hemlock with thine white flowers and thine deadly seeds

I brush thy flowers across mine lips

Add thine seeds to my wine

With A sip I am yours

Take me away from this mortal life and pains

O sweet Hemlock....

The winter chill cuts through the night air like a thousand knives

The eerie silence binds the forest in its embrace

The silence is broken by a hunters kiss

The blood runs cold like a river of wine

The smell of Death lingers

The mighty Stag taken down in a moment

The hunter clams his prize.

The time has come for a new ruler of the wood

Man.

The person above me it fun to poke

Ther person above me if vary sweet

"you know I never liked you"

Ther person above me is so silly

The person above me has the name of the greatest character ever created in a book

Thank you, you always say good things about my poems I love you Hopper *Huggles* dont ever change

Perhaps it is not the best Poem and you may not like it in fact it may be the worst poem you ever read but as you read this poem think of a young girl not older then 16 in her room in tears from the hell that people put her through in highschool....real things that go on today...

Why do you turn away...

I cried for you last night

I loved you...

what do you?...you cower away like I am a beast

You push me away like I have some disease

Why do you do it?..

I never cry

and I cried over you

you might as well run a white hot blade slowly threw my arm

it would feel like a bee sting compared to the pain you have caused me

why cant you just look at me and say you love me back!?

why must you cripple me so?

with your horde of young women about you like flies to a dead horse

I loved you damn it...I cried for you

and I get slapped in the face by your cold stare and your pittyless glare

why do I care?...

why should I care about you?

why do I shed tears soak my pillow each night in self-pity

am I not good enough for you

you...you and your black hearted friends with there beady black eyes all stare

talk about me...to my face horrible things...

and you know how I feel but still it is not enough for you to regect me

you must torment me aswell....

You dare cripple me....

now I shall cripple you...you and your friends and all who beat me down...

It is your turn to be burned....

Your blood is sweet as it runs down my throat like wine

I hold you close for now you are mine

I drop your body to the ground with a pound

from that moment forth there is not a sound

Your life means nothing but your blood is sweet

and I thank you for the life giving treat

Your blood is sweet as it runs down my throat like wine

I hold you close for now you are mine

I drop your body to the ground with a pound

from that moment forth there is not a sound

Your life means nothing but your blood is sweet

and I thank you for the life giving treat

Why would they not?

I feel love, and its my pleasure to read it

See I do read them and They are good I wounder why I did not read them more sooner....(oh god... more sooner.... whats wrong with me?)

ooo I like it