Poems

Okay so I have not written in a while, kinda busy with the spring musical and internship and classes and stuff... any who I have written a few new poems... possible submissions to artistic rhapsody!?! So tell me what you think... and i promise to open my mind a little more in up coming weeks... I know some people have been complaining that I haven't written anything in a while, *cough* Toni *cough*

feel free to leave comments...I love criticism, and complements are always nice!

*!WARNING!* SINCE I HAVE NOT POSTED ANY OF MY POEMS OR SHORT WRITINGS ON THIS BLOG YET I FEEL THE NEED TO SUPPLY THE FOLLOWING WARNING: I WRITE ABOUT TOPICS CONSIDERED BY MANY TO BE DARK AND OR MORBID. THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH ME I AM NOT PLANING TO OFF MYSELF NOR AM I UNHAPPY. WHAT I WRITE ABOUT IS STRICTLY FICTIONAL WORK VERY RARELY A REFLECTION ON MY ACTUAL LIFE MORE. MANY OF MY WRITINGS CAN BE CONSIDERED AN EXTREME OVER EXAGGERATION. TRUST ME THERE IS A CLEAR DIFFERENCE BETWEEN MY FICTIONAL AND NON FICTIONAL WORK, PERSONALLY I TEND TO THINK MY FICTIONAL WORK IS BETTER, NOW THAT'S A DEPRESSING THOUGHT.

#1 This poem stemmed off of the first line the words entered my head during Pre-Calc about a week ago and i was undecided what I was going to do with it until I got bored in Government the other day.

The love Garden

Love is a rose bed.
The scent draws you in.
The appeal of the sweetness,
tickling your senses.
You watch the beauty bloom.
But to touch is a dangerous game.
Scorn from bleeding finger tips.
The searing sweet pain,
coursing through your limbs.
A pain that's easily forgotten,
the next time you enter The Garden.


#2 This is a work in progress. I wrote it yesterday. The different color writing is the section i am unsure about. I also am not so sure if i need something else at the end. I feel like it is going some where but I'm not sure it just needs something. Suggestions would be great, *cough* Nicki *cough* =)

The Vampire's Kiss

The kiss of death.
The sweet taste of seduction.
The water of life.
The color of evil.
A pulsing taste of re-birth,
re-juvenated,
re-stored.
The slowing of the human heart.
Death at your own hand.
You take life.
This deed gives it to you.
You the night stalker.
The angel of death,
devil's minion,
or,
god's punisher?
Evil wrapped in high fashion.
Beauty surrounded by destruction.
A fear cursed in curiosity.
Welcome to the beautiful nightmare.



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