Wednesday, January 19, 2005

woody, my cat, hell be back, someday, hopefully :(
The cat prowls through the night
what a mischievious sight
its eyes gliner and it licks its hairy lips
i look ahead of its nose and see a glimps
of what it stairs at so longingly
it flies and flitters, the poor dragon fly
fly high little dragon fly
or this will be ur time to die

the cat prolws through the night
what a pretty sight
his fur waves in the wind
and his gold, yellow, and orange fur shines
maybe hel follow me ALL the way home this time
he looks at me with what seems to be a sigh
then crouches back on his thigh
eh jumps the fence, who knew cats could jump so high!!!

i give him a sad smile
maybe tomorrow
yes, tomorrow will be the day
he will follow me alll the way
and ill have a HAPPY smile and say
Woody, uve finally come home!!
ur finally back were u belong
so much has happened since uve been gone!

tomorrow,
tomorrow i won't go home feeling sorrow
but joy in knowing
my little cat has come home intead of going
all night out it the cold
even on days when it is snowing

hell be warm by the fire tomorrow night!
crouching in my lap
hell purr and snuggle as he takes his much needed nap
his green gold eyes will spy the room we sit in
and hell realize how much he missed being here with me
and missed all of my familly
even my dog, misty

tommorow
ill have my woody back to hug and hold tight
if u see us u will se an affectionate sight
hell purr and smile his cat smile that night
tommorow
tommorow

tomomorow... hell be back


yes, i had a cat named woody, and he ran away wen we moved... :(
he has most likely been out in the cold many times (if hes still alive ;( ) and i started to cry making this poem... i love him so much, i hope he has lived through all the rain hail, sleet ans snow, all the freezing nights, ans cars int eh streets. hopefully somoene took him in, hopefully he found a way to live all these years... hopefully

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no ones commenting!!
ok, this is crap!
ppl begged to have the book posted, but now they don't even coment on it!11 what, have they decided they don't like it enough to coment now???
well, if no one comments, im not putting up ne mor chapter, i mean, wat the hell am i putting it up for if no one reads the stuff???
i try hard and sit for like AT LEAST 10 min. everyday just to make a post for ppl to enjoy, and no one appreciates it!!! well, i feel like cussing some more cuz im PISSED and need to let it out!! but ill just tell u im gonna stop if u dont start comenting, ok, thats feels A LITTLE better
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Tuesday, January 18, 2005

voices flow
the song bird sings his joyous song
he can sing it all day long
i join him, hoping our sounds are harmonious
someone walks by, and doesn't even notice me
maybe it is because we are in perfect harmony

my voice flows, and the music takes over
the sounds drown me, taking me under
but it is the most beauitful feeling i have felt ever
do i want it to end? never

the bird hops on my finger, and our voices are one
who knew something could be so expressional, yet so fun
the branches above block out the sun

but i do not mind, for the warmth has been made within
where has this wonderful element in my life been?
the notes float into the air
you cannot stop this singing pair

now w must stop for the day
see you tomorrow, i silently say
he hops back on the brach, and goes back to his nest
i go back into my home;
he had the righ idea, time for a rest
my thorat throbs
but i am filled with happiness
sadness; i have never felt that less

in my head i sing my last song for a while
its a lulaby, but i sing it with a smile
as i fade into dreams
my smile never fades
even as my thoughts drift away
for they are thinking of music, for the next day

sweet, peacful grace

i no, wierd, but hey.... and comment darn it!! and comment on yesterdays too plz!!! :(

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Monday, January 17, 2005

Blood Red, i named the book ppl!!! chapter 1 is in archives
Chapter 2

I walk out of the house at that moment. Instantly, a light pain enters me mind, it used to be an unbearable pounding, but then I got stronger, and now I go out all the time, but don’t feed. I walk to a book store, browse the shelves and pick a fantasy book about a vampire; of course the author is completely wrong about us. I grab some coffee, sit down and read the whole book in two seconds, then pretend to read it page by page, halfway. I decide it is not close enough to the real life of vampires to read again so I put it back where I found it.
When I leave I head for my friend, a werewolf’s, house; something I haven’t done in a year. I go THROUGH the door and go to the room he is in. When he smells that someone is there he turns, recognizes me at once, and smiles. “I was wondering when you were coming back.”
“You know how I am; a year might as well be a week.”
“Yes, well next time remember WE don’t live forever.”
“I’ll do that. So, how are you, Michael, have you changed lately, or stayed human?” The reason I asked that is not as a joke, remember I said humans were not quite right about them, this is why, werewolves can change anytime they want, and do not have to change during the full moon. They COULD change in a crowd in the middle of the day, but none are that stupid.
“NO, but I might soon, just for the fun of it.” The conversation continued for an hour or so, and then I left, promising to come back sooner next time, and saying I was sorry that I couldn’t stay, for I was, but we both new that the headache from the sun was becoming to harsh for me, and I was getting tired. I went home and slept.
Thump, thump, thump. I opened the door and read the persons mind instantly. He opened his mouth and I told him I already knew what he would say “of course you do, I’m sorry; he really would like to see you.”
“And, so what, I do not wish to see him, and I won’t, if he wants to see me, he will come here, instead of sending a servant with an invitation. Tell him that, and the next time I see you at my door with that kind of invitation, I might not be so forgiving, especially in the middle of the day!” I slammed the door shut, and went back to sleep.
At 8:00p.m. I felt a presence in my house, I had been awake for an hour or two, I reformed downstairs and saw the person I least wanted to see.
Bolero was beside the stairs, but didn’t turn until I spoke his name, for I had learned long ago how to hide my presence. “So, you decided to come see me instead after all. What did you do to your servant when you heard the bad news? Kill him? I know you hate bad news, or did you just tell him to leave before you did kill him?”
“Why must you hold old grudges? We could be friends you know.”
“That’s a laugh, friends, after all the fighting we’ve done, do you think I’ve forgotten the first time we fought, when you gave me this?” I lifted my chin and there, on the right side of my neck, right beside the holes from my turning, was a light scratch, then it had been much thicker. “Are you afraid of me now Bolero? After all these years?”
“I fear no one Brea, you should know that. I am still much stronger then you; just like the day you were turned. Faradon thought you would be so strong, maybe even stronger then me, but he was wrong, and still is, you will always be second, Always!”
“Then why make friends now? Get out of my house, you do not have permission to be here, and unless you want an early demise, you should heed my word.”
“I will only leave because it is wrong to intrude, but I will be back.”
“And if you do come back to MY house uninvited, you will not see another day, or should I say night, because that’s obviously the only time you come out. Maybe you don’t go out in the day because you’re not strong enough to handle it. Not my problem though, Goodbye Bolero.” He left without another word, and I went back upstairs. When I first was sired, I fought Bolero because he decided he wanted to prove to Faradon, the one that sired us both, that he was stronger then I. He won, but not by much. It didn’t convince Faradon, I hadn’t learned how to use my mind to fight yet, that’s something some few humans are right about, we can use magic, and with out even saying a word, all we have to do is want it to happen, and, if we are strong enough, our eyes flicker red, and it does. Faradon also wasn’t convinced because Bolero had said he would kill me, and he wasn’t strong enough to, He was only strong enough to give me the scar under my chin, that is all, and I did give him scars in later fights, though, he always won. Next time we fight though, I am not all that sure what will happen.
As everyone on this earth knows, I do not like to think about those matters, so, I leave the house, and look for prey. I spot a fourteen year old boy and decide not to take him; he deserves to at LEAST live to his twenties. I keep searching, and find a forty year old mother with her little girl, I let her live to take care of her children. Suddenly I wonder, how many of the people I have killed had families that still needed them, but lost them because I ended there lives to keep my seasoned life going? I go without a meal that night.
I decided to start wearing black again that night. It was to mourn for the people I had killed as meals. Sometimes I wish I had lost my soul when I turned. It would make it so much easier to take peoples lives. I decided another thing right then, I would pay another visit to Michael, and it wouldn’t just be for friendly conversation.


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poem of day
its raining outside
but i do not mind
i watch with an emotionless face
as water drips all over the place
i have nothing else to do

so i walk outside with no hesitation
i lift my eyes to the heavens
and let the droplets take away my sight

the temperature is supposed to be negative ten degrees
but i don't see how this can be
for the water did not freeze
and i am out here in nothing but a nightie

maybe i AM chilled to the bone, but i dont feel anymore
maybe i AM standing under snow, but i can't see anymore
maybe i AM depressed, but i don't have emotions anymore
what has happened to all of the people i adore
the left me here lying on the floor
they just closed the door
don't they love my anyomore?

oh well, it doesn't matter, not now neway
maybe it did yesterday
but now, i could die
and then rise or fall
i wouldn't feel the torture, or the paradise on my skin

but wait, is this rain, or tears
am i seeing this abandoning person here!
is he walking up to me?
the next thing i no, someone is picking me up
and i am back inside

u say uve made a horrible mistake
u say u shouldn't have left me there
plz forgive u, and we will always be together
we will be as one forever
we will be married
all u need is the ring
and everything will be all right
u will always hold me tight
just dont die on me

i am shivering
and i actually care that i can't see
i feel ice layering my skin
y did i walk out in something so thin?
i feel the blood that i had spilled of mine after he left
y would i ever do that?
because, i had lost all emotion
but now it is back
u have come back, and brouhgt it with u

but now it might be too late
because i feel a chill cold comming on
take care of me please
just like i have taken care of u for all of these years
please, don't make me continue with these tears


ok, this one is another of the poems where i got kinda off track, o well, just in case u couldn't figure it out, it was about a girl whos boyfriend left after teling her that he would never come back
she was devastated, obviously as u can see, and lost emotion...ya
then he comes back, realizeing how much he loves her, and does as she asks, takes care of her in HER time of need, as she had for him many times b4, because he had had many problems during their relationship... they DO live happily ever after tho!!! o, and no, i would never, ever inflict pain on myself, its just part of the poem

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Sunday, January 16, 2005

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Mother earth
the earth; a wonderous woman
this mother cradles every person in her arms of green, brown and gold
for even the oldest of the old
is her child
even the animals and plants of the wild

her temperament is perfect.
if you do nothing wrong, you will live with good whether
but if u deserve it
you will see the wrath of her rageing temper

hair of green gold grass;
long and waving in the wind
lylac, rose, and pink flower highlights give her hair some shine
eyes; great pools of green and blue
the universe flashes through those eyes
as she looks into the skies
the wind howls, the clouds soar:
all of this the aura of her mistical soul

she walks around the sun, HER own mother, and thanks this mother
every day for the wormth she bestows on her daughter
which gives her the power
to have the spirit she has
now she shares this gift with all her offspring

it rains, for she is sorrowful;
her children have yet again died before her turn to pass away
she whatches this happen million of times a day
so tears fall to the earth all moments of time

then her mood brightens and the sun starts to shine
for she realizes how many more live because she has not yet died
she must be imortal, for the rest of us to live

she is really a selfless mother
disregarding her feelings for the ones she loves
she makes sure the clouds give
her dead children a place to live
in the heavens above

her eyes shine with tears, but a smile fills her expression
slowly her broken heart beats
but she doesn't let us see this depression
for she must continue to give us life

life...she and we no its
...because of her


srry i haven't written a poem in a while (ive been at a swim meat) yet again, i dont like it, but actually, poems dont have to ryme, and this one does A LITTLE BIT o well, ill have a better one tomaorrow!! i hope...
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Thursday, January 13, 2005

flowers bloom
A bud gains life, sweet serenity
blooming, it knows, is part of its destiny
no one seems to notice their beauty
because there are so, so very many

this child grows and learns
for the day it will open, it yearns
we whatch with impatience for
its mystical transformation
exactly when will it open?
we can not no this information

Finally, after months
of excrusiating anticipation
the bud is a glorious flower
showing the world all of natures power
all of them put together
forming a wonderous tower

its rich beauty stays for a few days
but just like everything
it must go away
serving its only purpose on the earth
it must return to whence it came

the petals wilt
and the former bud dies
it falls to the ground
and tears form in my eyes
always that day comes
with great surprise
now the circle starts again,
it reminds me of humans lives...




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Wednesday, January 12, 2005

yes, another poem
Dreams

Sweet dreams my dear;
most poeple don't realize the irony in that
i must say with a tear
for all dreams are, are unconsious fears

but do not be fooled into beliving
that there is no such thing
as sweet dreaming
for in dreams you learn how to overcome
what u are fearing
and u gain courage in that dealing

colors swhirl in a magical way
yet there is nothing close to that in the day
u sleep at night and ur mind must say
colors are beautiful, lets use that today!

maybe u have sad dreams
but do not worry
soon ur dreams will gleam
and u wont want to wake up in a hurry

pictures race in ur closed eyes
through the darkness u see bright skies
u never want to hear the cries
of song birds waking u in the morning

now off to ur day
do ur things in a refreshed way
for u have rested, napped and lain
EVENTUALLY ur dream must go away
even if u wish for it to stay
it is not anymore yesterday
it is today
and you will run out of images
in ur sleep, if u do not live sometime!

i no, i no, not my best work, but im tired so.. I need to go dream, but i do that later, lets just call this one a work in progress!!!
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Tuesday, January 11, 2005

poem of the day
The tide comes in to play
but has shifted several more times
over the course of the day
This body may fluctuate
but in the end it is here to stay

waves crash onto the sand
i bend over and dip in my hand
but soon all that is left;
minuscule pebbles where i stand

I lay in wait for the next crushing blow
the water rushes over me
burning my eyes when i try to see
but i wouldn't have it any other way
so i shall repeat it,the morning after today

I bask in the sun to dry
and when i stand again i my hair is crusty with salt
in a few hours i shall have to say good bye
So i saver ever watery movemtent with my twinkling eye
I listen so intently to the oceans soothing cry

The sun retreats to come back on the morrow
With one last look at the
sappphire hands waving goodbye
i part with sweet sorrow
but promise to come again,
before the end of tomorrow

I told u tadays would be about the ocean!!! for once its happy...!! :) I actualy do have experience with this one though, cuz i lived in hawaii for 7 years...
i love and prize the ocean, and with this i hope some other people will too!!!





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