Member: emoskatervampire

i like you profile! :) especially the pic!! Jacob is Gorgy!!! i like love to write too! i'm writting a book or wrote one... theirs 3 the first ones done just needs to be typed... 2 and 3 are being written together. :)

posted by Shelby69mustang at 1:54 pm (EST) on Nov 16, 2009

i heart jacob more then any poeples in za world

posted by bluetwilight at 6:51 pm (EST) on May 6, 2009

hi

posted by vforvendetta at 11:06 pm (EST) on Mar 18, 2009

your life is beautiful

noone laughs at you life
yet it's so full of strife
it never feels right
night by night
day by day
you just wish to fade away
you don't care what you do
as long as you end up dead

but if you could look at yourself
and see like me
you'd know how much I'd miss you
you'd know how much I need you
how much I would accept you
no matter what you do
if you could see you
through my eyes
you wouldn't want to die
please wake up and see
your life is beautiful to me

your every attempt at dying
always leaves me crying
yet so glad you're still alive
but how long can you survive

well the next time you try
think of me and what I said
how I could not survive if you were dead
you didn't believe me
you said I was lying
thought I was decieving
really I was trying
to stop you from dying

there's a knife in your soul
forever taking its toll
if I could lift it away
I'd do whatever it takes
to bring light to your eyes
to make you love life

but now it is too late
too late to escape
too late to apologize
too late to simply ask you why
too late to say Please don't try to die
now all I can do is cry
as you coffin falls into the ground
goes down with such a horrid sound
you are dead too young
just fifteen
didn't know life and what it could mean
didn't know us and what we could be
how I wish you had seen
your life was beautiful to me

posted by emoskatervampire at 1:38 pm (EST) on Dec 27, 2008

please if anyone has any sugestions for good books please tell me right away thanks and if you wanna be my friend please talk at me all can be my friends on here i dont judge.

posted by emoskatervampire at 6:44 pm (EST) on Dec 16, 2008

All nature seems at work.--Slugs leave their lair-- The bees are stiring-- The birds are on the wing-- And winter slumbering in the open air. Wears on his smiling face a dream of spring. And i the wile, the sole unbusy thing.
Nor honey make , nor pair,nor build,nor sing.

Yet well i ken the banks where amaranths blow.
Have traced the fount whence streams of nectar flow.
Bloom,O ye amaranths bloom for who ye may.
For me ye bloom not! Glide rich streams, away!
With lips unbrightened, wreathless brow,I stroll:
And would you learn the spells that drowse my soul?
Work without Hope draws nectar in a sieve,
And Hope without an object cannot live.

by - Samuel Taylor Coleridge-
-composed february 21st, 1825-

posted by kennedy1 at 6:35 pm (EST) on Dec 16, 2008

-THE RAVEN-
Edgar Allen Poe

Once upon a midnight dreadry, while i pondered, weak and weary,
OPver many a quaint and curious volume of forgotton lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "Tapping at my chamber door;
Only this and nothing more."
Ah distinctly i remember, it was in the bleak December,
And each seperate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly i wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow,
From my books a surcease of surrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore,.
Nameless here forevermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain,
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now,to still the beating of my heart, i stood repeating,
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door,
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber
This is it, and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I,"or madam, truly your forgivness I implore;
But the fact is, i was napping, and so gently tapping at my chamber door,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure i heard you" Here i opened wide the door;--
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Deep into the darkness peering, long i stood wondering, fearing
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whisper word
"Lenore?"
This i whispered, and an echo murmured back
"Lenore!"
merely this and nothing more.

i will finish this poem later gotta head to class
bye yas!!!!!!!!! :} love yall!!!!!!!!!!!!!

posted by kennedy1 at 6:34 pm (EST) on Dec 16, 2008

Passion

Love
is the
passionate
dance between
two hearts

it is to believe
in the dream
and together
make it
real
- Sylvana Rossetti-

posted by kennedy1 at 6:33 pm (EST) on Dec 16, 2008

(untitled)
I look at you now
You're right next to me
Yet so many miles away.

I know it's your face,
That's in front of mine,
But I couldn't recognize you
Not even to save my own life.

I'm sorry if I stare
Because I don't know those eyes
That are giving me such a glare.

Ever slowly back away
Backing up through every day.
Still i can not find a thing,
That could have led to you today.

Ever slowly stepping back.
Reach the door and run away,
Your games i will no longer play,
Everything will end today.
-Amy Pettera- -2008-

posted by kennedy1 at 6:33 pm (EST) on Dec 16, 2008

Princess Dead
Princesses who walk down the hall
And look as if they can never fall
Are they one you hear in the stall?
Tearful,
Fearful,

Why do they seem happy most all of the time?
Is it because here they can escape?
All the things that make them want to cry?
Horrors that just make them want to die.

Now you all stare at an empty desk and ask
How could she do it?
She had it so perfect.
But all you ever saw was the mask.
Maybe there was someone who knew
But there was one thing they didnt have.
They didnt have the courage to ask.
-Amy Pettera- -2008-

posted by kennedy1 at 6:32 pm (EST) on Dec 16, 2008