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Comment by jackie krohn on November 9, 2009 at 10:23pm

Smile
A smile is a rare thing to see
Defined as an act of happiness
The only thing that I don’t have
A smile forms when people are in love
Or even when they are angry
I have to happiness and no love
I only have these blades
These blades and my salvation
My only way out
The only thing that makes me smile
another one of my poems
tell me what you think plz!

Comment by jackie krohn on November 9, 2009 at 9:57pm

thanks for the comments it means allot :D

Comment by Blood rose (rachel hehehe) on November 9, 2009 at 8:46pm

hey can any of ya tell me y you write please and what it means to you and what it does for you... please

Comment by Princess of Shadows on November 9, 2009 at 6:50pm

Tears of death is great ;p x

Comment by jackie krohn on November 9, 2009 at 5:56am

Tears of death

I cry the tears of death each night,
The only tears that escape my eyes,
They come at the thought of him,
His deeply sad eyes,
The mystery inside them,
Questioning my existence,
My tears flow as the image appears,
He has no idea of the pain,
What I must go through,
He will never know how much I love him.

plz let me know what you think
:)

Comment by Princess of Shadows on November 8, 2009 at 6:10pm

Tell me what you think



A Dead World.



The world as we know it,
Is peaceful and serene,
I close my eyes,
And dream of the earth,
In a different time,
And in this passive state,
I sleep for a thousand years,

Here I am, eyes open wide yet seeing nothing,
The world around me is demolished,
What it once was is no more,
Guided by the crushing grief and guilt,
I lay down solemnly and lifeless,
To remain that way forever more.

Time cannot revert,
Back to what it once was,
And now it shall remain,
A sorry shadow,
Of its former glory,
For all of eternity.

Comment by Christy Sinner on November 8, 2009 at 9:37am

feel free to comment and let me know what you think always looking for an opion

Comment by Christy Sinner on November 8, 2009 at 9:35am

As I lazily walked over too my lazy boy chair Veronicas my gray cat jumped into my lap. she meowed puffed walked around in circle tell she felt comfortable too sit down. I continued too read my book of royals summit meeting rules. Proper vampire socialite meditative ,By Queen Melina. When I heard that the summit was going to here I knew I was going too be in trouble. Vampire Kings and Queens from around the world were meeting here for the first time in over 10,000 years. The last one held was when are beloved queen was still alive. No one was ever brought too justice but when my father investigation had not brought any results he started too lose favor with his majesty then with own personal tragedy of circumstance came about it enraged the Vampire King to such great links that he was branded a traitor . In rush too escape with out cast he’s been trying to save for several years. The one I knew as mother went too his majesty with me at his side claiming that I was not a product of hers that I was product of an affair with out cast my father had escape with. Anger , bitterness , hate had won the war in his heart he no longer trust or felt anything. All that died with the queens death. What ever little compassion he had left was reserved for his son Prince Brig-ada. I was branded a traitor though I did nothing wrong , I was an innocent. How ever that did not have anything to do with his majesty ruling over me. I was one years old a child no one to deep on. My fathers family had died years ago in the 100 year war of humanity. I was transferred too to a castle in Throx after my disownment by the women who I thought as of my mother and never believed other wise. Its amazing who the truth can be starring you in the face for a century or so and you never knew the truth. Since I was back at Gray Stone Castle at the request of recent active adoptive parents who where family friends of my father I still had no idea what I am doing here. Illianna drops her book at the sounds of knocks at the door as her train of thought was intruded she opens the door and immediately bows “ How may I be your humble servant My prince Brig-ada?”

Comment by Nikita Russell on November 8, 2009 at 9:28am

Prelude

No! Not again. Please, please… I don’t want to go through this again. It hurts. Make is stop, please make is stop!
Kellian screamed at the top of her lungs. Scrambling for the bed sheets, she screamed another hoarse screech.
She hears people rushing around her, trying to calm her. She can’t calm down, can’t they understand this? She has just started to feel from coming out of that terrifying darkness and the first thing she feels is this, this… there is no explanation of how painful it is. It’s not like that feeling of bile burning the back of you throat, no. Oh no, nothing like that. It would have to be like a gun-shot wound, but there is no wound. No, not a gun-shot. More painful, as if she has somehow managed to swallow lava and yet it’s not burning through her. It’s just staying at the back of her throat burning like non-other, spreading throughout her body.
It’s consuming her rational thoughts, all she can do is try and get away from it, but how do you get away from your own body?
Oh no, no-no-no-no… Please NO! Kellian thought when she knew the pain would only get worse.

The doctors looked at each other confused. Her temperature was below average, way below average.
“She should be dead.” Murmured a nurse.
The doctors nodded in agreement. Another bloodcurdling scream broke their conversation and they all looked towards the young girl on the bed.
“We’ve given her too much morphine and yet she still seems to feel the pain. If we give her any more she’ll die.”
One of the doctors was looking into Kellian's eyes. “Her pupils’ aren’t contracting, she’s still unconscious…”
They all know she shouldn’t be able to feel anything, but she is. Her heart beat keeps slowing then speeding up. It’s doesn’t have a set rhythm.
“What ever she’s going through, we can’t help her. Let’s hope she comes out of it on top.”
They all murmured their worried agreements. They had the best of the best doctors surrounding her and yet they can’t help her…
The doctors began to leave once her moans and screams subsided a fraction.

Please, no please don’t leave. “Don’t leave me!” Kellian screamed. She felt warm hands - too warm almost hot - hands on her upper arm trying to comfort her. She shook them off in surprise.

The burning sensation is now everywhere. From the very top of her head all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes.
I’m dying, what have I done to deserve this? Why me? She whimpered inwardly.

Epilogue

Kellian opened her eyes, expecting to be dead but the bright lights burned their way into her skull and she quickly shuts her eyes again. That lava burning has died to a little pain that sits at the back of her throat.
I’m thirsty. She thought to herself. I need water.
She jumps at a sound that seemed to be right next to her. She opens her eyes again to investigate but found nothing. Realizing she was in a hospital. Kellian closes her eyes again to think back on what had happened to cause her to be here.
Thud-thud, thud-thud, thud-thud. The rhythm entrances her. She began to tap her finger to the beat.
Jumping at a sudden crash that made her ears ring from the loud sound she looked up and saw a man on the other side of the room staring at her.
“That’s a heart beat that you are tapping too, darling. I’d find it unwise to make it known what you are. Just that tapping would let any hunter know what you are in a matter of milliseconds. Learn to ignore the sounds that hypnotize you, do you understand Sweetling?”

as you can see this is the begining chapter and ending chapter of my story... please tell me your thoughts...


Lillith Rose Amaranthus - i love that little passage of your story, you should keep going with a sequal (or however you can spell it)

Comment by Lillith Rose Amaranthus ♥ on November 8, 2009 at 7:38am

The last things I saw and heard were simple. I saw Maxes deep brown eyes, full of hate and disgust. I heard Jamie’s screams, and Cody’s cries and I thought to myself, ‘To love is to die, to die is to be mistaken, and to be mistaken is to love.’ Then they I was, looking at my dead body from the mirror, wrapped in Cody’s arms.
These are the last thoughts of one of the vampires in my book. Please comment and help me improve this. =]

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