Sunshine.

Eyes almost a blinding as the sun, a smile crooked with fun. Dark hair and a pale face, brings light even in the darkest place. Soft and warm with each ray, bringing a smile with the warmth of day. Oh sun of mine, my one and only sunshine.

6 word memoir.

Love so passionate, my only weakness.

Memorable Passage

“The thing about real life is, when you do something stupid, it normally costs you. In books the heroes can make as many mistakes as they like. It doesn't matter what they do, because everything works out in the end. They'll beat the bad guys and put things right and everything ends up cool. In real life, vacuum cleaners kill spiders. If you cross a busy road without looking, you get whacked by a car. If you fall from a tree, you break some bones. Real life's nasty. It's cruel. It doesn't care about heroes and happy endings and the way things should be. In real life, bad things happen. People die. Fights are lost. Evil often wins. I just wanted to make that clear before I begun.” -Darren Shan, "A living nightmare" This quote reaches out to me and has more often then I could believe, because people want to hold onto the fantasy of things rather then the reality of situations, life isn't fair but its what makes us strong, dealing with the pain and being strong enough to talk about it the next day. I also find it funny how this quote was from a series that is based on vampires, witches, gods and ghouls.

Negativity

I closed my eyes, head drooping, like a person drunk for so long he/she no longer knows he/she's drunk, and then, drunk, awoke to the world which lay before me. A world of madness lead by the lord of lies, showing man the way to rule such a land. Having his name told through books so they can use him to achieve greater, and torture the "weak" or the non-believers. The strong being told to feed upon the weak as if Darwin was their god, the world being tossed into chaos because of their one and only lord. Fighting for what they believe in, as bombs fall and the skies are stained in the bloodshed. A world now without light to their missionaries sent to other countries to spread their beliefs, only pulling the trigger first and forgiving them later. As the ones like I, drink, drinking from the wine of knowledge and the apples of temptation, just wishing the world would end. To get rid of the liars, the cheats, the killers and puppet masters, unfortunately a utopia is proven impossible. All man damned to the curse of want, the need to want more, to fight for that cause or die trying that is the curse of man. Dreaming that I could run away or save the weak from the strong, to stop the modern cannibalism like ones standing really matters. Such a constant issue of all man to feel better about themselves from picking at the dead or the poor just to find out were really all the same, dead. Only to awake again I yell at the world with such insanity that ears bleed, a screaming that comes across the sky.

Quotes

"You lead me on the edge of sanity There's not much left, just take a breath You paint me out as mediocrity Put to the test, just take a breath" -Staind "Take a breath" What this quote means to me is that people make me crazy, and sometimes I need my space from all the drama they make. "Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality." -Edgar Allan Poe What this quote means to me is we use words without really justifying their complete meaning, like if you said something that could be taken the wrong way "I am a Liar I am no model figure I am a Monster And I am ashamed Call me the Devil My name's what you prefer I come on shameless But I am ashamed" -Escape the fate "Liars and monsters" What this quote means to me and really suits me is that im not willing to live up to peoples expectations, because I want to live up to my own and if they don't like that then they don't know me.

Writers as readers

The types of books I like would be horror, because ever since I was little I would watch scary movies and write little horror stories. I love horror because it lets the writer get a taste of the dark side of things, like if it were over the actual killer in the story it makes you just hope he doesn't get caught, the same with a victim because horror lives up to its name, giving thrills. When I write I think of the readers feeling, do they get the sense that this will scare them? Will they be expecting more and be disappointed? Anything along those categories I worry about, because in most of my poems I like giving a person the feeling the writing is coming alive. When I write about myself, I express all the bad emotions so I can open up to the good to make a better poem when I'm happier to make something readers would like. I believe anyone could read my writings, as long as they don't have a weak stomach and have an interest in horror. Currently I have been writing a book, I've worked on it since I was in fourth grade, it's called "Biofest", its about a disease that's killing the earth, making human beings and non-reptilian creatures die and come back to life as zombies. So some scientists get the bright idea to bio-engineer humans with reptilian DNA to make something that can fight against the disease, their first project subject zero or Drake Shade is the protagonist. It talks about his life, the conditions he lives under and the survival of his cloned family. I believe someone who reads a lot would become a better writer, because it gives you an interest, whether it be an authors style or vocabulary. Like I like Edgar Allen Poe so most of my writings are in the poetry/horror genre. The first book I remember reading was the little green dragon goes to sleep, it was a bunch of stories of this green dragons adventures where in the end he eventually goes to sleep, the art style had realism to it, so as a kid it interested me, so I got into art and writing then I made comics when I found out you could mix the two. My favorite book series of all time would have to be he cirque du freak books I read all twelve in less then four days, my favorite would have to be the eleventh because of the violence and suspense. I love the series because it places you in the mind of the vampires assistant, a young man who against the law became a vampire.

Ghoul.

Bathe me in the gore and maggots, amongst the churches and abbots. The word sinful, its meaning deliciously plentiful. The crimson maddening for my skin, addicted by the iron scent from within. Vultures accompanying me on such a marvelous trip, indulging ourselves in every sip. The sound of their screams making a song of their own accord, of this delightful tune of murder and discord.

Psycopaths waltz

Nightmare walking, psychopath talking. Feeding on humans like a drunk does shots, stopping? I think not. Im a chronic killer, a unmerciful thriller. Ending this cock roach of a race, with a dance not a single pace. Their screams my song, letting it continue all nightmare long. A day not to perish, not one death not to cherish. They claim me the red dragon hannibal, a cannibal. Yes give me your fear as my praise, as I give you the true end of days.

Maya inspired poem.

A cage bird with no voice, one without choice. Tattered and beaten, treated like a cretin. Whose captors give eternal torment, used so they can vent. Trapped in the dark behind cold bars, as he dreas about the stars. A caged bird without a word, because freedom is absurd.

False scars

Scars all over your arms claiming another excuse, addicted to the self abuse. Doing anything to let loose, chasing the noose. Your smile the same, with the world to blame. A person of dark decent, with scars to repent. High when its dawn, only to have another reason to be frowned upon. Just wanting to be loved but still used, because you love being abused.

Chained

A perect circle of madness, spiraling with sadness. The very thing that questions ones sanity, when he cuts off his humanity. Wandering sinners, a world with no winners. A place where cities are crashed, and checks are cashed. Where payment is a form of debt, where we all are painted with regret. Foolish words and another broken bone, where you stand alone. Fallin skies, blood shot eyes. Another forgotten face, as you lose your place. Another person wishing they werent born, another being torn. Broken nothing but a shell, because living is hell.

Wandering nightmare (Dream Threads)

A hole pops into the ground and I jump in, hoping to relieve myself of all the sin. Falling in a pool of blood and despair, welcomed by the warmth of a woman with red eyes and pink hair. Saying follow me into the ash, making me woder if this was another crash. A world with doors and tragic memories, filled with nothing but tragedies. Red skies, always raining with gods cries. My hands stained with regret, filled with things that one cant forget. Finally finding the woman to see her with a man, wishing that I ran. For the man was I, always asking why. Saying he was hungry as she smiled, staring at the an as if he were her own child. Saying eat the boy!, as he ran at me while I gave ploy. As I ran from this beast, I looked back to see a feast. When I tried to open the door, blood rose from the floor. Making my movement slow, as I saw something with an enticing glow. Grabbing it as I raised it to the creature, giving a look with such a terrible feature. As he fell off from the edge of the knife, I realized I wouldnt be traumatized for life. That there was more then our demons then they seem, and this was all a dream.

Maya Angelou

I believe I could go through living my whole life without speaking, using the words that would come out of my mouth into something else. Spend my time writing whether it e poetry or short stories, usually im quiet so I wouldnt mind not having a voice. If I listened more and spoke less I would probably be more attentive and focus on my studies rather then my friends. Many grow as a person with speaking through the use of words or slang so they can get along with alot of society. It may even help with a person having a say, raising your voice so you can stand up to someone. I believe one could grow even without speaking, just it would be harder to get your point across to most people.

I am... (Color)

Drake shade Arrogant Reasonable Kind Energetic Studious Thoughtful Planning to graduate from OTC. Lucky to have such a great family. Understanding Marvel

Both haikus.

Country cloud: void of all color making fields of desloation and yet full of snow. Coffee cream: the color we dream the very thing we crave most something so valuable.

Lavender lace (Color sceme poem)

Dresses of the softest lace, with skin that shines like a crystals face. Her voice little and quiet, her lavender hair making a riot. Her needs essential for the right taste, enduring but continuing with such haste. Taking my heart swiftly like a hawk.