[Vampyr]

hmm. I've been working a lot of poems/songs lately, but none of them are finished. I'll just post a few pieces I have come up with: (they are all untitled)

Untitled #1
"Empty chairs,
And crowded beds,
Full of hopeless cares,
And bodiless heads.

Lick up the blood with your vampire heart tongues.
Gulp and drown the fake emotional flood,
Let the water crush your lungs."


Untitled #2
I'm good enough for me,
Why aren't I good enough for you?
I try to be everything you want me to be,
But things are just never right when I'm through.

I'm exactly what I wanna be,
I'm pleased with everything inside-a me.
What else could you want to see?
Why do you want to rewrite my biography?

I'm trying my best to be the best,
But when your expectations are too high,
I fall down below the rest,
And my hopes die when I watch you...sigh...


Untitled #3
You're not beautiful anymore,
Your eyes, they don't glow anymore,
Your hair, it's not soft anymore,
Your body, it's not beatiful anymore.


Untitled #4
Strawberries, of times I have forgotten.
Strawberries from days gone bye,
of times long ago.

Taste like strawberry memories,
From times long gone,
And of lovers gone by.


Untitled #5
Put a knife through my chest,
Seal the wound with a kiss.
Put a bullett in my face,
Seal the wound with your breast.


Ok, so these next few are journal entries I've been making in my live journal. Lately I've been interested in making my journal entries rhyme, and be poetic, so these entries could potentially be used for a song/poem/rap.


Untitled #6
Walking with your head bent over, watching the floor as the world passes you bye. If I could only give you wings, I would show you what it's like to fly. If I could, I would paint over your world of black and misery, and show you the bright side of the sky. If I could only give you wings...
You've been living your life with your eye's shut, and it doesn't matter how deep the thorns of life cut, because you've locked yourself away, inside a shell that wont let you see the light of day. Or the darkness of night.

No one can get close, to give you pleasure. No one can get close, to give you pain. I can't get close, and it's driving me insane. You have blocked everyone out, and you'll never feel the kiss of neither angel nor devil. If only I could give you wings, I would show you what it's like to fly. And burn. If only I could give you wings, I would show you what it's like to crash. And burn. If only I could feel you, I would show you heart ache and pain, and let you shower me in the forgiveness rain.

If only I could give you wings, I would show you what it's like to fly, to float belly-up against the sky. If you would let the bells of sadness and joy ring, I would teach you to sing.


Untitled #7
My life is out of control, and I can't seem to catch a foot-hold. I'm scrambling on the face of a cliff, grasping for something, anything, anyone to hold. All I can catch is air. My life is crumbling beneath me, and it's just not fair. You won't take my hand, and alleviate this pain, you just watch, and it begins to rain. I'm slipping now, sliding now, falling now. You added this water to my hands, lubricated my already failing hands, and I'm out of control. Life is running away with me, and I just can't keep up, the pace is just too fast. A million objectives at once, and I cant finish one. I fix something that's not broken, and another one breaks. Trying to please everyone, and angry I make everyone. I wish I could slow this down somehow, stop the boulder from rolling somehow, just so I could catch up somehow. Call me Sisyphus, because the boulder is on my heels. Call me Sisyphus, becuase I'm condemed to this hell. Call me Sisyphus, because no matter how hard I push, it all piles over me again. You can call me Tantalus, because despite my hunger, I can taste neither fruit nor water. You can call me Tantalus, because in front of me you tantalize with what I despize: You. You can call me Tantalus, because behind me you tantalize, with what I love: You.

I'm out of control again, I've lost my handhold again, you're laughing again. Finally I've got to the top. I'm holding on...pulling myself up. Your finger nails dig into my hands, like claws from the forbidden lands, and you throw me off, and I'm falling again.

My life is out of control, and I can't seem to catch a foot-hold. I'm scrambling on the face of a cliff, grasping for something, anything, anyone...


Untitled #8
Tonights prom, boys and girls. Our last hurrah. I think I'm nervous, scared, excited, and happy all at once, and all these emotions have managed to negate each other out somehow, and tonight I'm breaking the habit somehow. I have my tux, and I got the flowers, but somehow I feel like I'm forgetting something. I have the list, and I've got the stuff written down, so I cant be. I gotta call some people later and clarify the plans, just to make sure I'm where I'm supposed to be.

I can finally see the fire. These endless days are finally ending in a blaze, and we are all caught in the fire. The seconds turn to ash, and this time the pheonix isn't going to rise. Why is that such a suprise? The minutes are smoldering, and the hours are suphocating. The fire is in a place where nothing can get, and the oxygen of another year cant revive it. I'm watching as the spark dies, and there is nothing I can do but watch as the smoke flies....
And tonights the night, our last hurrah...right?













~And that's all from the poetic archives of the Vampyr