Monday, March 29, 2010
Hate it how
“I am a vampire. I love what I am and I hate what I am. I wish to learn more about my nature, and I wish to cease all knowledge about everything and anything connected to the subject. I am a strong predator and a weak dependant all at the same time, and every day and moment varies. My self control has grown and shattered, has made me sane and brought insecurities, has made me doubt everything and accept everything, and has provided me with insight into myself. I have cared for others and I have hated others not for what they were, but for what I was not. I have fought myself and defended myself. Cursed myself and thanked myself. Ultimately, I have accepted myself and strengthened myself.
“Awakening is hard enough without the skepticism of the world surrounding you, and without the doubts that have infiltrated your mind thanks to the people around you. Knowing what you are takes so much time, so much learning, and so much control, that many people back away from it and suppress themselves with all their might, thus weakening their minds and breaking their wills. Some have no energy to defend themselves in front of themselves, and give off a very vulnerable vibe. How can one live without wishing to do so? How can one advance and surpass everything? How can one strive to better oneself if he sees nothing worth bettering himself for? What reason is there to try to be better if one does not allot himself the option to fail?
“We all have the ability to think, love, cry, and fight. We can all learn to accept who we are and increase our strength as well as our ability to help, destroy, nurture, or capture the essence of what in turn is life. Whether we feed off blood, or energy, or both, is a mere detail that best be forgotten sometimes. No one branch is better than the other, and the ones who believe so are mere fools. Neither one of the sides wants the complete annihilation of the other, despite of what some members of the sides seem to advocate. The views of some of the pieces may not necessarily reflect the views of the whole system, now do they? Sure we work differently. Don’t we all? Does a meat lover think a vegetarian is out of his mind? Some people do. But in return some vegetarians find the practice of eating meat as insane as any other strange idea. They all function differently, but at the end of the day, do they not all ingest food to help them live? Are they not as human as the other individual? Are they not as susceptible to disease? Vulnerable to natural disasters? Are they not both still human?
“Fact of the matter is, we’re all different, we’re all unique, and we’re all human. We are superior and inferior at the same time, and no one should tell you otherwise. Don’t be a sheep to preconceived notions about what’s right or wrong, normal or abnormal, acceptable and unacceptable. Draw your own conclusions, make your own choices. At the end of the day, we’re all in the dark here. There is no ultimate source of knowledge to dictate to the world. What we know, we know because someone had the courage to think for himself or herself, had the courage to stand up for what they believe, had the dedication to try to explain it to others, so that maybe they can find new ways of understanding themselves.
“We are vampires, don’t misunderstand. Literature cannot do us right. Literature cannot necessarily define us. No one bursts into flames. No one turns into bats. Most of us enjoy garlic, and most of us do not sleep in coffins. We are normal, human. We are unknown in society, and it is through our own personal beliefs and choices that we make ourselves known. It’s time people open their eyes and start trying to understand what has been sitting in plain sight, not hiding from them. It’s time to cooperate with each other and gain a better understanding of who we are as a society, do you not agree? Although different, we are all human. And as humans, should we not strive to better ourselves and our communities?
“I am a vampire, and my means of acquiring what I need is through the ingestion of blood. My best friend is a vampire, and he takes what he needs through the acquisition of energy. Our friend is a vampire, and she uses both means of feeding in order to satisfy her needs. We are different, but we are the same. Any questions?”
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Risks
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Your Poem
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Listen
I am good enough to meet all your friends.
Too tired of this nonsense
Your tears have turned to blood,
And in your waking moment
I see you're so much more.
A broken doll was placed
Right upon my palm,
A broken hearted soldier
Has marched to his last song...
Inside your tiny mirror
Two eyes stare back at you
With broken promises,
With lies you never knew...
But as a lost instance,
You fall to your knees
You spend another moment
Forgiving me.
Dark clouds to hold god's darker creatures,
Free from blame, consequence and action...
Within their grip lay broken bodies,
Within their grasp are pools of blood.
A race so different than humans imagine
A life so dark and so void of reason,
No purpose left, no joy in misery
And in their grip, the enemy will fall.
You listen now to the rhythm of their war drums
And pray again to your deafer gods...
No reason for forgiveness...
These creatures are more than what you are.
Time to lock them inside your cages,
Force them to submission,
Beat out their defiance,
Tie them with your collars,
And watch them fight back.
Don't let them escape,
Because they'll be your death.
It's windy outside, and the rain is pouring,
Tear drops fall from a distant paradise,
And we fall apart under the weight
Of our day to day moments,
Of our fears.
We hold on to the last inch of humanity,
Grab a hold of the fabric and pull...
Every single direction, every second...
We obliterate everything.
Sinking our teeth like vampires
And sucking everything dry.
Without purpose or reason,
Without faith and courage.
It's windy outside and it's pouring...
Blood drops from our paradise.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Untitled
Your lips on my neck and your breath on my skin,
With your chest pressed against, two succulent breasts
And your impatience racing through your veins.
With your lips on my flesh ready to rip through my clothes,
Your knee between my sinfully white legs,
With your tongue everywhere and your breath close to sin
And the passion within burning to the surface.
You're impatient and firm in your temper and whim,
You're strong and quite forceful when it comes to the bedroom.
You're a man and a child, experienced and terrified,
You're mine and I'm yours, now shed all those clothes.
You
You cut me and shake me,
You ask me and make me,
You love me and hate me.
You release me and tape me.
You chisel and shape me.
You hurt me and fake me.
You bring me and take me.
You fuck me and wake me.
You want me and rape me.
Never the same two days in a row,
You butchered me into letting you go...
Now I'm alone and letting you know
I'm stronger than ever...
Thanks to you.
The Difference
About something I never cared for to begin with?
Go to school full time, deal with it all alone...










