kogeck
25 January 2008, 10:48 PM
Since everyone is making these, I though I would too. =]
Poetry:
'Tears of Sorrow'
Rain pattering on the window,
Coldness slicing through me like a knife,
As I sat alone, remembering...
How you once held me on the sand,
Our sillhouettes outlined by the setting sun,
You would kiss me, and we would be truley happy,
How you cired with me,
Hugging me, embracing me,
Easing my pain,
How you would join in my joy,
Kissing me and pouring us drinks,
As we held our shining glasses up to the air,
Wishing for the best,
How you had died for me,
Taking the bullet that should have penetrated my skin,
and how I could still feel you hugging me,
As I watched your body get lowered in your coffin...
How I loved you,
and you did so,
I held the 24 karats and diamond,
Tears of sorrow dripping on it,
Thinking of what a happy life we would have had...
Night of Hell
Longing for flesh,
Thirsting for blood,
as I creep quietly among the glass moon,
Shadows enfulg me in my search...
That dark, lush swamp awaits my return,
but I hear prey amongst the bushes,
I leap, and grope wildly for the flesh,
as I sink my long fangs into their necks...
But as I dined on their veins,
A hand grabbed my shoulder,
The face was blurred and smeared...
Untill it held a dagger to my throat,
I saw who it was.
"Hello, Death,"
My final words.
Suicide Note
The horizon may be bright,
and the sky may be blue,
But my insides get cold,
When I think of you,
That fateful night,
That small, crumpled sheet,
Which told me what you had done,
And what I had to beat,
I cannot stand it anymore,
My relationship was about to bend,
Ever since I started cheating on you,
But now my life will end.
The place of my death,
The place we first met,
Where I will fall down to Hell,
For my life was at your debt.
Full Moon
Whenever the lone wolf,
sings his song of sorrow,
The dead come to life,
and the dammed rise,
Lifeless corpses,
shrivieled skin,
crying blood as tears,
Concede to thier fate to Hell,
Spirits roam,
chains rattle fiecrely,
as the glossy moon hangs overhead,
casting an unforgiving ghost in the black water,
When the lone wolf,
sings his song of sorrow.
Silent Death
No body knew,
No body knew,
Of the death I had,
The night I got slew.
Darkness enfulging,
Nowhere had light,
They stood there before me,
Ready to fight.
I did not want to kill,
But thier eyes burned with death,
A pulled trigger,
Sent me breathing my last breath.
Clutching onto the thin thread of life,
I knew this was my mortal strife,
As I gazed into the eyes of my killers,
I whispered a curse...
Now I roam silently
Through the darkness,
Searching for my revenge.
When I find It, though, I'll go spiraling to Hell.
Burning Tears
Your eyes burn with passion,
I gazed back into your deep eyes,
Nothing is disguised when I looked,
You love, passion, hatred and lies.
Holding on to your hand,
We walk the line together,
Your eyes fill with apprehension,
Our eyes met...
Burning fiercely,
Your lips are mine,
Feeling of love,
Not the kind made in factories
As I remember the moments,
The times of my life,
Burning tears run down my face,
To the lips you touched so long ago,
Those wishes unspoken...
Life in Death
Pain, suffering,
Sometimes I feel that my life is not worth it,
That I would trade it all
To see him next to me.
Life is not what it seems,
My life might seem like death,
I live in a cloudy haze of memories
Yet I still feel as empty as his coffin...
But the only thing that keeps me on Earth,
Is the love of the friends
Who cry with me
Who laugh
with me,
but
my life
might
never
be
done...
Stories:
A Love Lost
Chapter 1:
John woke up, no clue where he was at all, he sat up. He was in the middle of a road in what it seemed like Harlem. Knowing the crazy cab drivers here, John quickly got up and walked over to the curb.
"How did I get here?" John asked to himself, pacing around a rusty gutter. His hand was clutched around an empty beer bottle and he sighed. He clearly thought that he got wasted again and his pals put him out here as a dare or something.
Whipping out his cell phone, he dialed up the number to he and his fiancee's place.
"Hello?" said a female voice that sounded as though she had been crying.
"Hon? It's me, I'm comming home now, sorry I'm late," John said, glancing at his wristwatch.
"Hello? Hello? Who's this?" his fiancée Julie said again.
"It's me, Julie, John. Are you ok?"
But a long dial tone told him that Julie had hung up.
John, throughly shaken up by now, waved a taxi over. The cab sped right by him to pick up a buisness man further ahead.
John repeated this for nearly 10 minutes without success, and gave up. Spotting a rusted bike near a dumpster, he mounted it and pedalled it to the train station.
When John arrived home, he heard sobs and voices comming from the sun room.
"It's ok Julia, he still loves you even if he's..."
"No! He's not! I just- he's just..."
And more sobs and moans issued from the sunroom.
"Look, the police dropped off the body, you can- c-c-c..."
John walked into the room to find Julie, his mother, his sibling, his father, and a few of Julie's relatives crying over his body.
Chapter 2:
John stared at his own blank eyes, tussled hair, and ripped clothing. Several gashes showed clearly though cleaned from blood.
Julie started screaming into a pillow as John's mother touched his body's face, crying silently.
"No! Mom, dad, Julie! I'm here! I'm alive!" John yelled, but they didn't seem to notice.
"Then he felt an arm touch his shoulder. He whirled around and saw a tall, 7ft dark figure towering over him.
"John Mark Freeman," the figure said in a soft voice. "I'm afraid to tell you that you indeed have died."
The figure removed it's hood to reveal a scabbed skull with dead black hair, two blank bloody eye sockets, and an unhinged jaw.
John shouted and backed against a wall. The zombie pulled out a golden carving knife and held it to John's neck.
"You...you're the Grim Reaper, aren't you?" John choked out.
The figure withdrew the blade.
"That's correct. You have died from attempt of saving another from death by a car, either way, Hell might get someone..." Grim said.
"Saving?- wait. How come I don't remember this?" John said nervously.
"One of the more unfortunate properties of death. Now, let's make this quick, I have an old man to reap in 4 minutes."
"Wait! I can't die! I'm getting married in a week, I can't just leave Julie..."
Grim sighed.
"Look kid, I don't like my job, and I feel bad for you. I'll reverse time for you, but you better not expect this next time."
"Thank you! I can't say-" John began, then the room blurred.
Chapter 3:
John landed hard on the ground of a bar. He heard voices and clinking of glasses. Getting up, he saw that it was the same bar that he went before he...
"I'm not dead," John told himself firmly, and looked around. He was beside a pool table with low, soft lights hanging over it. With a gasp, he saw himself knocking the cue ball into a green one, a toothpick clenched between his teeth.
"Ha, you'll need to beat 14 now," John said proudly to his buddies, and took a sip of beer.
"Come off it, John. You know I always beat you," his friend James said gruffly, and knocked three balls into a corner pocket.
John's phone rang, and he took it out and muttered 'Hello?' into it.
The ghost of John knew that it was Julie, calling him to ask when he would come home.
"After the game, dear," he murmered, and shut the phone after a farewell.
The ghost of John knew that he had drank a little too much, as it was game night, and walked out of the bar a little disoriented.
The Ghost of John followed himself out onto the sidewalk, while John pushed the signal button.
A young girl around the age of 20 or so walked quickly across the crosswalk, eye on her friends at the bar waving her over.
It seemed to happen in slow motion. A large bus turned the corner, and began speeding along the street with faded headlights. The girl was concentrating on getting across the street, so she took no notice of the bus.
John watched himself foolishly plunge in front of the bus, taking most of the blow. blood splattering everywhere. Onlookers screamed. Unfortunatly, the girl's leg was sutck underneath the bus, and it seemed that she might have died from shock.
John watched the pedestirans run around, calling 911, and knew what he had done wrong. The road began to get blurred again.
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Poetry:
'Tears of Sorrow'
Rain pattering on the window,
Coldness slicing through me like a knife,
As I sat alone, remembering...
How you once held me on the sand,
Our sillhouettes outlined by the setting sun,
You would kiss me, and we would be truley happy,
How you cired with me,
Hugging me, embracing me,
Easing my pain,
How you would join in my joy,
Kissing me and pouring us drinks,
As we held our shining glasses up to the air,
Wishing for the best,
How you had died for me,
Taking the bullet that should have penetrated my skin,
and how I could still feel you hugging me,
As I watched your body get lowered in your coffin...
How I loved you,
and you did so,
I held the 24 karats and diamond,
Tears of sorrow dripping on it,
Thinking of what a happy life we would have had...
Night of Hell
Longing for flesh,
Thirsting for blood,
as I creep quietly among the glass moon,
Shadows enfulg me in my search...
That dark, lush swamp awaits my return,
but I hear prey amongst the bushes,
I leap, and grope wildly for the flesh,
as I sink my long fangs into their necks...
But as I dined on their veins,
A hand grabbed my shoulder,
The face was blurred and smeared...
Untill it held a dagger to my throat,
I saw who it was.
"Hello, Death,"
My final words.
Suicide Note
The horizon may be bright,
and the sky may be blue,
But my insides get cold,
When I think of you,
That fateful night,
That small, crumpled sheet,
Which told me what you had done,
And what I had to beat,
I cannot stand it anymore,
My relationship was about to bend,
Ever since I started cheating on you,
But now my life will end.
The place of my death,
The place we first met,
Where I will fall down to Hell,
For my life was at your debt.
Full Moon
Whenever the lone wolf,
sings his song of sorrow,
The dead come to life,
and the dammed rise,
Lifeless corpses,
shrivieled skin,
crying blood as tears,
Concede to thier fate to Hell,
Spirits roam,
chains rattle fiecrely,
as the glossy moon hangs overhead,
casting an unforgiving ghost in the black water,
When the lone wolf,
sings his song of sorrow.
Silent Death
No body knew,
No body knew,
Of the death I had,
The night I got slew.
Darkness enfulging,
Nowhere had light,
They stood there before me,
Ready to fight.
I did not want to kill,
But thier eyes burned with death,
A pulled trigger,
Sent me breathing my last breath.
Clutching onto the thin thread of life,
I knew this was my mortal strife,
As I gazed into the eyes of my killers,
I whispered a curse...
Now I roam silently
Through the darkness,
Searching for my revenge.
When I find It, though, I'll go spiraling to Hell.
Burning Tears
Your eyes burn with passion,
I gazed back into your deep eyes,
Nothing is disguised when I looked,
You love, passion, hatred and lies.
Holding on to your hand,
We walk the line together,
Your eyes fill with apprehension,
Our eyes met...
Burning fiercely,
Your lips are mine,
Feeling of love,
Not the kind made in factories
As I remember the moments,
The times of my life,
Burning tears run down my face,
To the lips you touched so long ago,
Those wishes unspoken...
Life in Death
Pain, suffering,
Sometimes I feel that my life is not worth it,
That I would trade it all
To see him next to me.
Life is not what it seems,
My life might seem like death,
I live in a cloudy haze of memories
Yet I still feel as empty as his coffin...
But the only thing that keeps me on Earth,
Is the love of the friends
Who cry with me
Who laugh
with me,
but
my life
might
never
be
done...
Stories:
A Love Lost
Chapter 1:
John woke up, no clue where he was at all, he sat up. He was in the middle of a road in what it seemed like Harlem. Knowing the crazy cab drivers here, John quickly got up and walked over to the curb.
"How did I get here?" John asked to himself, pacing around a rusty gutter. His hand was clutched around an empty beer bottle and he sighed. He clearly thought that he got wasted again and his pals put him out here as a dare or something.
Whipping out his cell phone, he dialed up the number to he and his fiancee's place.
"Hello?" said a female voice that sounded as though she had been crying.
"Hon? It's me, I'm comming home now, sorry I'm late," John said, glancing at his wristwatch.
"Hello? Hello? Who's this?" his fiancée Julie said again.
"It's me, Julie, John. Are you ok?"
But a long dial tone told him that Julie had hung up.
John, throughly shaken up by now, waved a taxi over. The cab sped right by him to pick up a buisness man further ahead.
John repeated this for nearly 10 minutes without success, and gave up. Spotting a rusted bike near a dumpster, he mounted it and pedalled it to the train station.
When John arrived home, he heard sobs and voices comming from the sun room.
"It's ok Julia, he still loves you even if he's..."
"No! He's not! I just- he's just..."
And more sobs and moans issued from the sunroom.
"Look, the police dropped off the body, you can- c-c-c..."
John walked into the room to find Julie, his mother, his sibling, his father, and a few of Julie's relatives crying over his body.
Chapter 2:
John stared at his own blank eyes, tussled hair, and ripped clothing. Several gashes showed clearly though cleaned from blood.
Julie started screaming into a pillow as John's mother touched his body's face, crying silently.
"No! Mom, dad, Julie! I'm here! I'm alive!" John yelled, but they didn't seem to notice.
"Then he felt an arm touch his shoulder. He whirled around and saw a tall, 7ft dark figure towering over him.
"John Mark Freeman," the figure said in a soft voice. "I'm afraid to tell you that you indeed have died."
The figure removed it's hood to reveal a scabbed skull with dead black hair, two blank bloody eye sockets, and an unhinged jaw.
John shouted and backed against a wall. The zombie pulled out a golden carving knife and held it to John's neck.
"You...you're the Grim Reaper, aren't you?" John choked out.
The figure withdrew the blade.
"That's correct. You have died from attempt of saving another from death by a car, either way, Hell might get someone..." Grim said.
"Saving?- wait. How come I don't remember this?" John said nervously.
"One of the more unfortunate properties of death. Now, let's make this quick, I have an old man to reap in 4 minutes."
"Wait! I can't die! I'm getting married in a week, I can't just leave Julie..."
Grim sighed.
"Look kid, I don't like my job, and I feel bad for you. I'll reverse time for you, but you better not expect this next time."
"Thank you! I can't say-" John began, then the room blurred.
Chapter 3:
John landed hard on the ground of a bar. He heard voices and clinking of glasses. Getting up, he saw that it was the same bar that he went before he...
"I'm not dead," John told himself firmly, and looked around. He was beside a pool table with low, soft lights hanging over it. With a gasp, he saw himself knocking the cue ball into a green one, a toothpick clenched between his teeth.
"Ha, you'll need to beat 14 now," John said proudly to his buddies, and took a sip of beer.
"Come off it, John. You know I always beat you," his friend James said gruffly, and knocked three balls into a corner pocket.
John's phone rang, and he took it out and muttered 'Hello?' into it.
The ghost of John knew that it was Julie, calling him to ask when he would come home.
"After the game, dear," he murmered, and shut the phone after a farewell.
The ghost of John knew that he had drank a little too much, as it was game night, and walked out of the bar a little disoriented.
The Ghost of John followed himself out onto the sidewalk, while John pushed the signal button.
A young girl around the age of 20 or so walked quickly across the crosswalk, eye on her friends at the bar waving her over.
It seemed to happen in slow motion. A large bus turned the corner, and began speeding along the street with faded headlights. The girl was concentrating on getting across the street, so she took no notice of the bus.
John watched himself foolishly plunge in front of the bus, taking most of the blow. blood splattering everywhere. Onlookers screamed. Unfortunatly, the girl's leg was sutck underneath the bus, and it seemed that she might have died from shock.
John watched the pedestirans run around, calling 911, and knew what he had done wrong. The road began to get blurred again.
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