Arashi

Air above and below

Nothing holding me to this place

Destination unknown

Up is down

Left is right

Three dimensional in this 8-bit world

Free falling into the abyss

Savoring the kiss of freedom

As I slowly drift back into this hollowed happiness

Questions rushing through my mind

About the past

About the present

About the future

Catching one question before it disappears

And holding onto it like a last hope

Not reading what it contains

Just grasping it as a momento of this visit

Splash down occurs as I hit rock bottom

I unfold and examine the ponderence

As I float without feeling

Why is it that every time I am falling to my death

I feel more alive and happier?

Underneath The puzzle Face-Paint

You look into the mirror

Trying to find yourself again

Taking the first piece of the puzzle

Putting it on to conceal yourself

It makes you feel beautiful

But it makes you look plastic and fake

The second piece is added with care

Over the eyes for a shinny effect

To hypnotize the masses

Into a lustful sinful train of thought

Just by looking at them

They fall prey to that intoxicating view

The third piece is placed

Covering up all of the crap you say

With a luscious red smile

And a smell to tickle the senses

All the while tempting the bull

To rush head first into the storm

These pieces all form the puzzle

But in the end

You look worse then you started

And you feel weighed down

While underneath you scream

To be let out of your cage

You never really knew

That your beauty has been hiding

Underneath the puzzle face-paint

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Smile

You say I could do better

But I disagree

I don't want to do better

I don't believe I can

You say you are sorry

But there is no reason to be

It is not your fault

No one can help how they feel

You smile

I love it when you do

You speak as though everything is alright

But I do not believe it

You smile again and turn away

Slowly moving down that road of darkness

Blindly moving forward

Towards that light at the end of the tunnel

I pray that when you reach the end

You find what it was you were looking for

And I hope that what you find makes you happy

Happier then when you were with me

You turn back and look at me

And then you smile

And move on down the road

Very nice poem, Lady Arwen. It holds the raw truth that we will all eventually die. I agree with what Regel has posted, in closing I would like to say lets live each day like its our last and not hold anything back because who knows when our eventual demise will actually occure. I know that I am not going to be sitting around when there are things that I still have not experienced in this lifetime.

What time did I leave you

Where did we leave off

Was it at hello

Or perhaps goodbye

Did you believe me

When I said I would love you always

Did it roll of your back

Like rain running off a leaf

Do you remember who I am

Do you even remember me

Did you ever understand what I lived for

Can we take it back

Pick up the pieces of our lost moments

Or have they melted away

Like the winter's snow

Slowly becoming nothingness

Have we truly lost it all

Or have we merely

...........Lost faith

Very nice poem PS. But what can I say, I've liked all of your poetry so far.

Tormented by the thoughts of lost love

I again wander down the hall of dreams

Dreams left to smolder out and die

Looking upon them in alarming dismay

I think of all the dreams I lost

Lost and forgotten all because of "love"

The dreams of my childhood reduced to ash

Laying dead and hopeless on the floor

Tears streaming down my cheeks

I kneel down naked and exposed

Exposed to my own murdered dreams

I turn and look back down the hall

Into the eyes that helped me kill them

And she smiles back into my soul

It was for your own good she says still smiling

I examine her once more

Then turn back to my dreams and weep

I point at her and show her the exit

The exit from my world

My heart

And my love

thanks for the replies. And I just noticed how bad that look so I changed it. I missed it when I wrote it because it was late.

Am I real

Or am I a figment

Of some small child's imagination

Set here in his toy box

Slowly rotting away from years of neglect

Awaiting my chance to be let out

For one last adventure through time and space

Am I really here talking to you

Or did you just conjure me up

As you slowly lost your sanity

Were you lonely

Needing a friend

Is that the reason I am here

To hold you together while you fall apart

Did I really live

Or was I a dream

Floating between the void of life and death

Silently screaming

Drifting slowly to my final destination

I tripped today

Fell up the stairs

Scraped my knee

In front of a girl

Just keep smiling

Just keep laughing

I failed a test today

Studied all night for it

Missed dinner too

Brain just froze

Just keep smiling

Just keep laughing

Spilled my backpack today

Papers scattered everywhere

Crumpled like my life

In the halls for all to see

Just keep smiling

Just keep laughing

We broke up today

No explanations at all

Words were only written down

And passed to me in a note

Just keep smiling

Just keep laughing

I died today

Just keep smiling

Just keep laughing

My image was of a teenager. But I guess its really more up to what you invision it as. And I like the frowning and smiling because, well, thats how I see it. My brain is an odd place.

Waiting in the rain

The sad child cries

She has lost her will to live on

Staring down at the guilty masses

The ones who pushed her to the brink

Labeling her with names

Whore, slut, bitch, skank

Each title is a new slap in the face

Cheap black eye shadow

Running down her cold cheek

Dollar store lipstick turned gray

Tear stained liquid paper face

Smiling upside down

But she was once not the so called goth

We see before us

Clinging to the rail

Once smile, did she

Greeting the sun with a frown

That was placed upside down

A free spirit dreamer

Vision of youthful life

Until rumors were spread

Reputations destroyed

Darkness spread

Standing on the roof

Looking down at them

One final tear

Then simple nothingness

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What does everyone think? I really enjoyed writing this one.

You in the corner of my eye

A beautiful rose with razor sharp thorns

Speaking sweetly and softly

As you threaten him with bodily harm

You are a ray of luscious red

In a room filled with faceless mirrors

What ho, your voice reaches my ear again

More exotic then I remember

Each word is candy to my ears

A feast laced inside every word

Filling my head with wonderful colors

Smiling innocently with untainted lips

As if kissing the world with every smile

Every frown seems like a slap in the face

So smile and kisses the stars in the sky

And I will in turn kiss you good night

This is a very interesting piece. I can see were you're coming from but that probably because I know you personally. All in all I liked it very much and thank you.

Tonight the moon cried

But not for the blood that I shed

Or for the beating you took at his worthless hands

It cried for the time wasted praying for you

Praying that you would be alright

That you would become smarter

Smart enough to see your mistakes

In the end, though, you still make the same mistakes

Allowing yourself to be tainted by him

Now you cry and rage about things lost

But when you look back you see

Everything that has gone wrong

Is your own doing

And I stand in the corner

Remembering that friendship means nothing to thee

Turning my back to your soulless corpse

As it limps around the one its shackled to

Very nice indeed. The distance between friendship is very sad. Especially when that friendship has ended. I have felt both losing friends entirely and distancing of friendships that I wanted to stay with and wished would have gotten closer. Now I must go and kill the bleepy monster in my head. He keeps making a painful bleeps inside my head.

well my reasoning behind his taking a 100 year rest was that he had followed so many leads that lead him to dead ends that he finally got so discouraged that he decided to rest not really wanting to wake up but then he hears Edmonds name mentioned and it rouses him from is rest. I plan to make that part clearer when I finally sit down and begin writing on it more.

The first bite led to this.

My wife,

My Children,

and all of my friends,

Lost to that thing called Edmond.

My name is Vincent Raines. My time of death was 1709 AD but I will forever walk the earth a vampire.

I wanted the madness to end, but he took my wife and kids, and I stupidly gave him my blood hoping he would end my life as well. Unfortunately, fate dealt me a losing hand and instead of giving me death he gave me life eternal and for that I will forever hunt him down until he has suffered the same way I have. Edmond's existence is the main cause of my sorrow. I have watched countless friends and family members die and I have known the pain of not being able to help them, because if I did, I would be no better then Edmond.

Now and then I see glimpses of the man I used to be, but then they get shattered by the fact that I can never be the same again. I am haunted by his face when I sleep and haunted by my face when I awake.

You may think living forever would be the best thing in the world, but you would be badly mistaken. The pain of loss that you would have to endure would drive you insane. Knowing that you could never have friends and that you could never fall in love. Now do you think being immortal is a dream come true? It's more like a living, breathing, nightmare. One that you can't wake up from. Everything you touch, you know, will eventually die. That is why I have lived in solitude for the past hundred.

Some times the hunger of blood overpowers even the strongest mental barriers. Then you snap out of it just in time to see your victim squirm with its last breath. It sickens me to see the images. Every time I sleep I wake up to find dried blood on my shirt and fangs. Its taste is so bad that you feel like vomiting for hours and even then that doesn't help. And don't think that by not sleeping you can control it, because I have tried to and it doesn't work. There is no way to stop from passing out. The only good side is to being immortal is that it gives you time to think.

Now it is time to awaken from my hundred years of thought to hunt for Edmond to make him suffer and judging by the scent in the air, I would have to say that this new world has a lot of information to offer to me about his whereabouts.

So the hunt begins

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This is the first of possibly two books I am writing. The other is a tragic romance story that I think is going to turn out very well......I hope. Please tell me what you think of this piece. I will post the other story that I started as soon as I get all the pages I wrote it on in order. And I know that it seems a lot like its from quen of the damned but when I finish the first chapter and post it on here you will see that it isn't......again, I hope.

P.S.: I need all the feed back on this that I can get on how I can make it better.

thanks Arwen. This poem actually tok me longer to write then most of my poems. It took me about three days to write (I normally write mine in about fifteen minutes )it because I already had the first letter of ever line written in and I didn't want to start a line with the same word. I'm glad you liked it. I might do more in this manner. It was really fun.

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When the world finally ends

I will still be alone

Left in the darkest void again

Lifelessly forever loving you

Yearning for your touch upon my cheek

Old times forgotten for the new

Under the full blue moon

Still lifeless after all these years

Till the day you release my fears

I remain motionless in a sea of sand and gulit

Limbs torn away by your hands in a whirl

Lustfully lovely this blasphemous girl

Lost in a desert of sorrow and tears

Open wounds have refused to heal

Viciously tearing away all of my flesh

Each day breathing, wishing for death

My very organs pecked at by doves

Everytime I look upon your smiling face

Today you claimed you loved me still

Occuring randomly after a kiss or two

Moments after my heart exploded

Offended by the lack of sincerity

Remembering all of your dishonesty

Rewarded falsely for the love I did keep

On my pillow I started to weep

With my final tear I began to sleep, still loving you

I likes the flow of it. Although I caught my mind tring to put words in that weren't there that seemed to flow in my cranium. Anywho, Grand poem and I think I might use that form in a later piece I do. Although I will more then likely either mess it up or do some things different.

Split in two

Vision askew

Bleeding slowly

Dying softly

Heart in blender

Love's defender

Crawling on the floor

Reaching for the door

Eyes dialated

Feelings complicated

Blacking out

My final shout

I love you

My mind has been plagued by you

Images of you flash by with out warning

And I turn to see if you are there

But I know you will never be

My pillow was soaked with tears

The night I left that life behind

And started out alone again

But the past keeps coming back

Trapping me in a web of wanting

As my mind slowly drifts off to the darkness

Caged by my own emotions

Freedom fleeting away

Barrel put against temple

The loud sound echos through the empty room

As I lay there not moving, seeing

Thinking or feeling

Finaly free

PS, my friend, this is a pretty well put together poem and I enjoyed reading it. I would give my recommendation but a lot of good that'll do since I am also an applicant right now too.

I do not mind if anyone corrects my spelling, I thank you for it. Oh, and Peredhil, you might want to correct that great and change it to a greet if that is what you meant to put.

Venturing blissfully along this lifeless road

Looking for an exit to save me from insanity

I see roads leading to drugs and death

And I see roads leading to false love and suicide

But none of these seem to lead me to you

I met you in what seemed to be a dream

And kissed you in what felt like nirvana

We spent a week on cloud nine

Before you dropped me into purgitory

Now this is where I am

On this road that never ends

Hoping that some day I find the one true path

But the only other path on this road is pain and torment

And it is lined with cliffs and mountains