Almost three years ago that day,
It was no lie, pain goes away.
The memory, still, lingers on
From it fears and regrets do spawn.
She shrinks away, avoiding pain,
Afraid her thoughts will mimic rain.
A coward fashioned from heartache,
Her heart - like winters ice will break.
Innocence is gone forever,
With it childhoods futile tether.
One more Ice Queen to join them all
Through spring, summer, but always fall.
To experience life is to learn wisdoms cost -
So perhaps it is better to have loved and lost.
Stars float in a bottomless ocean above,
While tree branches bend to beckon to me
As I glow in my solitude and the moon howls.
Let me enter the wild
Where you cannot catch the horizon nor escape the moon.
In this wilderness where I wander
To see another side of a tree.
My dream is alive with every leaf
That shakes in the wind.
It is the nighttime symphony, I sing to the sky
And howl with the choir of wolves,
We soar over hills and scales
To fill this openness with melody.
Trapped in a cage, turned bitter -
The iron too strong for
My rage to melt its rusty bars.
I remain untamed - unbroken.
Although this cage may bind,
Perha
Dear Time, you have stolen something of mine.
I am writing to request my carelessness back,
You stole it from me after my dollhouse
But before my first real date and heartache.
Though the exact moment your devious hands
Took it from me is not clear, eyes went wide
Upon the realization it was missing.
An onerous weight has taken its place.
Dear Time, you have stolen something of mine.
There are times I miss my golden-red hair,
It brought so many smiles at the playground
Under the afternoon sky where it was like fire
Darting from trees, to swings, to slide, and back.
A child with sparks in her hair and a warm smile.
What purpose
Take a bow,
dance around, to the enchanting tune
of your world.
Glittering lip gloss, peeling wallpaper.
Pastel flip flops, wilting roses.
But don't stop, keep dancing,
and pretend that everything's alright.
Be sure to not cry for me tonight.
Take a ride,
on my merry-go-round of death.
My symphony of macabre and ash.
Fiery beasts of hell,
carrying you up and down, in a circle
to your ultimate fate.
Listen as they dance,
wearily to the siren's song of lust,
biding all to come,
and partake in this world of
little matchgirls, and haunted cards
I've created.
Take a seat,
and pick your place.
In this out of body experience
I plan to sit here and
watch you dance.
Like a puppet -
strung up by invisble
strings and performing
for a silent audience.
Led by a conductor,
with whom you place
your endless trust.
Ever obsservant are my
eyes. They see everything
you can't, and accept everything
you won't.
She's searching for something:
a bridge to where she'll
flourish then fade away.
Possibly calling,
but never falling the way you'd
like her to.
What I tried to stop,
I'll now just watch.
You're being stepped on.
I don't think you signed
up for this. You just didn't
see your name on the paper,
she needs something to hold onto
before she let
I'm going to let go now,
if that's okay with you.
Since I never heard an answer,
I'll assume you won't be there.
It's not because I wanted to,
no, I wanted to hold on forever.
Keep the precious memories,
smile, sigh, and then weep at
the lingering feeling.
I suppose I wasn't strong enough
to keep the embers burning,
now they're flickering on their
last breath, and I'll watch them fade away
while choking back that final tear.
My hands are burning
it hurts to continue to hold out this flame,
to play this game... I'm losing.
Fixated with my hearth, I wasn't going anywhere,
but silly smiles, and stupid whispers distracted me.
I'm going to let go now,
if that's okay with you.
Since I never heard an answer,
I'll assume you won't be there.
It's not because I wanted to,
no, I wanted to hold on forever.
Keep the precious memories,
smile, sigh, and then weep at
the lingering feeling.
I suppose I wasn't strong enough
to keep the embers burning,
now they're flickering on their
last breath, and I'll watch them fade away
while choking back that final tear.
My hands are burning
it hurts to continue to hold out this flame,
to play this game... I'm losing.
Fixated with my hearth, I wasn't going anywhere,
but silly smiles, and stupid whispers distracted me.
I plan to sit here and
watch you dance.
Like a puppet -
strung up by invisble
strings and performing
for a silent audience.
Led by a conductor,
with whom you place
your endless trust.
Ever obsservant are my
eyes. They see everything
you can't, and accept everything
you won't.
She's searching for something:
a bridge to where she'll
flourish then fade away.
Possibly calling,
but never falling the way you'd
like her to.
What I tried to stop,
I'll now just watch.
You're being stepped on.
I don't think you signed
up for this. You just didn't
see your name on the paper,
she needs something to hold onto
before she let
Take a bow,
dance around, to the enchanting tune
of your world.
Glittering lip gloss, peeling wallpaper.
Pastel flip flops, wilting roses.
But don't stop, keep dancing,
and pretend that everything's alright.
Be sure to not cry for me tonight.
Take a ride,
on my merry-go-round of death.
My symphony of macabre and ash.
Fiery beasts of hell,
carrying you up and down, in a circle
to your ultimate fate.
Listen as they dance,
wearily to the siren's song of lust,
biding all to come,
and partake in this world of
little matchgirls, and haunted cards
I've created.
Take a seat,
and pick your place.
In this out of body experience
Dear Time, you have stolen something of mine.
I am writing to request my carelessness back,
You stole it from me after my dollhouse
But before my first real date and heartache.
Though the exact moment your devious hands
Took it from me is not clear, eyes went wide
Upon the realization it was missing.
An onerous weight has taken its place.
Dear Time, you have stolen something of mine.
There are times I miss my golden-red hair,
It brought so many smiles at the playground
Under the afternoon sky where it was like fire
Darting from trees, to swings, to slide, and back.
A child with sparks in her hair and a warm smile.
What purpose
Stars float in a bottomless ocean above,
While tree branches bend to beckon to me
As I glow in my solitude and the moon howls.
Let me enter the wild
Where you cannot catch the horizon nor escape the moon.
In this wilderness where I wander
To see another side of a tree.
My dream is alive with every leaf
That shakes in the wind.
It is the nighttime symphony, I sing to the sky
And howl with the choir of wolves,
We soar over hills and scales
To fill this openness with melody.
Trapped in a cage, turned bitter -
The iron too strong for
My rage to melt its rusty bars.
I remain untamed - unbroken.
Although this cage may bind,
Perha
Almost three years ago that day,
It was no lie, pain goes away.
The memory, still, lingers on
From it fears and regrets do spawn.
She shrinks away, avoiding pain,
Afraid her thoughts will mimic rain.
A coward fashioned from heartache,
Her heart - like winters ice will break.
Innocence is gone forever,
With it childhoods futile tether.
One more Ice Queen to join them all
Through spring, summer, but always fall.
To experience life is to learn wisdoms cost -
So perhaps it is better to have loved and lost.
Dont make a sound, darling,
Dont let them hear, darling,
As you break the flesh by tearing a hole,
And the hot, sweet liquid pours from a tender neck,
Nourishing your twisted, blackened soul.
Do you feel the power, darling?
Do you feel the majesty, darling?
It is the power of our master you lift.
From this sacred ritual,
He has given us our dark gift.
Now you are ready, darling.
Now you are prepared, darling,
To venture outside these dark walls,
And explore the savage garden,
Beyond our hallowed halls.
For you are undead, darling,
A demon, a bloodsucker, a vampire.
My child, my blood, my bone, my fledgling, my dar
Current Residence: Deep in the Carpathians Favourite genre of music: most forms of rock and metal Skin of choice: ghostly white Favourite cartoon character: Howl, Raven, Prince Zuko, Alucard Personal Quote: "For my dreams I hold my life, for wishes, I behold my night." - Nightwish
Favourite Movies
Van Helsing, Interview with the Vampire, Underworld, lots more ....
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Nightwish, Evanescence, Lacuna Coil, Within Temptation, the list goes on
Favourite Writers
Anne Rice, Edgar Allen Poe, Tolkien, Garth Nix
Favourite Games
The Sims, World of Warcraft
Favourite Gaming Platform
gamecube
Tools of the Trade
lined notebook, and a pen
Other Interests
vampires, sorcery, music, writing .... FAN FICTION!!
... since I updated this page. So much has happened, I've stopped rambling excitedly about Harry Potter fanfiction, for one, although whether I've stopped writing it is another matter entirely - one that I shall be keeping to myself ;) I really do feel bad about all the friends I've lost from going completely inactive on this site, but in many ways I had to disappear for a year to figure everything out. Now that this awful and wonderful school year is over and I am indeed going to college, I figure there's no reason not to do some updating here with some poetry I wrote for a creative writing class this year. Maybe if you're all nice, I'll
I may or may not be making sort of a comeback to this site, since the on and off nature of this account resembles a soap opera. But I've been on some mainstream sites ... fanfiction.net etc... and I really miss being on this kind of site where I'm really surrounded by true artists. It's really nice, like finding a group of people you really click with. So this is kind of to anyone still listening. If I do come back, my main focus will be on this original character I have ... okay, so she happens to be a witch (anyone surprized?):
Dahlia Thorn
.... I don't really feel like giving a deep explination of her, just know she's probably the b
I gave in, nobody hurt me, I'm just laying this outL
Character's full name: Lydia Mallory Blane
Lineage: Pure-blooded
Mother: Amelia (Rastrick) Blane
Father: Dorian Blane
Siblings: Claudia Blane (in Ravenclaw)
House: Slytherin
Year: Same year as Harry
Hair: Dark brown
Eyes: Brown
Skin: PALE
Hookups/ relationships: Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Serverus Snape (.... it's complicated, and not what you think).
Background story: Lydia's parents are very close friends with Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, they were death eaters together and are very affluent, pure-blooded families who believe half-bloods and muggle borns are below them. Lyd
wait......WAIT.....dammit, it's not!! i can't watch you, morbidduck, darkerchild, and like eight other people!! im sorry, love.
but just so you know, i look at your page everytime i visit DA, so no worries.
so, when are you moving and WHERE!!