Katty's Poetry

Discussion in 'Creative Writing' started by crescendo., Mar 29, 2011.

  1. Dust Angel

    Dust Angel Unloveable. Staff Member

    Yeah, pessimism is often the great makings of a piece of literature, don't fret :]
     
  2. crescendo.

    crescendo. il mio amore

    Ahh okay :)
     
  3. crescendo.

    crescendo. il mio amore

    But We've Lived
    There is nothing to fear except for the unnatural life that fills us
    A slow death in which we originally born to achieve
    It eat us alive starting at birth and makes us believe differently
    We start to grow, become taller, grow to realize who we are
    Then it sticks it's ugly head in
    We become wizened with what they call age
    Our hair may get gray, and our skin develops wrinkles
    We grow slow, and some shrink by maybe an inch as the monster takes hold
    It sucks out our life...
    ...but we've lived
     
  4. Moonlight.

    Moonlight. Member

  5. crescendo.

    crescendo. il mio amore

    [untitled]
    When nothing seems to go the right way, when nothing seems to work
    It's always the thought of someone new
    .....Something fresh
    To pull back the sanity of what was lost by that person
    Of what was never found before or again
    Of the aspect that cannot be conquered once more
     
  6. crescendo.

    crescendo. il mio amore

    Imagine

    Imagine falling into a soft love
    Imagine falling for just one
    Imagine the love that you had and lost
    Imagine the love you once held onto

    Imagine dreaming over again
    Imagine dreaming for what was said
    Imagine holding your lover close
    Imagine never seeing her again

    Imagine letting go and never dreaming again
     
  7. crescendo.

    crescendo. il mio amore

    Wow, it's been a while since I wrote a poem (or well posted one)
    I've never used a vampire analogy in my poetry and only used it twice in writing.
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    Her Lips Like Blood

    Dark was the night that had taken her life
    Her skin was like porcelain
    Her nails painted a deep plum
    Her hair as black as the night as it cascaded in waves down her back
    Her lips as red as blood - and nearly as delectable

    Her long neck exposed
    My fangs pushed out of my gums
    It was the hunt that I strive for - that I lived and died for
    The scent of her blood called to me
    Sang for me

    In a crouching position I waited
    Watching as she moved nearer
    Her blood red lips in an adorable pout
    I reached out and grabbed her
    Pulled her into an alley

    A scream escaped her throat
    I dug in, puncturing the jugular
    The sweet warm blood touched my tongue
    I pulled her closer

    After draining her I kissed her lips
    The color, remarkably still there
    They weren't colored
    They were natural

    This girl with her white skin
    Dark hair
    And her lips as red as blood
    Forever haunting my dreams
     
  8. crescendo.

    crescendo. il mio amore

    Haiku's

    Rain rain, wet you say
    Was warm and sunny, not today
    Please just go away

    ---

    It is late April
    A time for shorts and tank-tops
    Not cold and despair
     

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