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Glass of water

05:25 Dec 17 2005
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I stare into a glass of water

Cold clear and pure



when the saying "do you see it as half full or half empty" comes to mind.



So here I am sitting and staring into a glass of water seeing nothing but finger prints that will get washed away.


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First Batch of sucky poetry

15:50 Dec 16 2005
Times Read: 541


Nene



(Deicated to my Maternal Grandmother May she rest in peace)



A strong woman with her back to the world and her eyes to the sky.

A distant healer of those in pain, she cast a cold glance toward them.

Her magic all ready doing its work on their broken dreams and bodies.

She wishes to fly away from this place to a different world.

A place where she can be a start and have all her dead dream revived.

She keeps her eyes locked on the sky wishing reality to fade, but all

too soon she hears the sound that calls her back to her silent healing of the world.





My El Dorado



(this is based off Edgar Allen Poe's El Dorado. I just liked the idea)



Sunlight streaming through the trees,this is where I want to be, in this place my mind is free.

Free from stress and loud noise.

Free from yells and silly toys.



Majestic mountains.

Rushing river.

Black velvet sky and star filled seas.



This is my El Dorado.

A place for me to sit and wonder

A simple place for me to ponder over the events ever twisting,ever changing, ever turning into something new.



My black and white world



My imagination is driving me insane.

Causing me to want to scream like the hounds of hell

but lift my voice up like angels singing.



This burning need to die and live is consuming me all at once

Splitting my mind into two separate people.



One is calm full of hope for the world a picture of purity a princess of light and grace. A bright star in a universe of blackness and unknowing



The other dark as the deepest depth of the ocean not caring or feeling with thoughts that would make the Devil himself cringe at the mere mention of them. A cold lady holding the worlds deepest fears inside herself



Both struggle for power inside me wanting to make the world their own.



Suicidal Love





All the longing, hoping, wishing and praying I did didn't effect you at all.

I want you back in my life baby not having you here is driving me insane.

I'm writing you this letter andI think in my drugged up mind,"Was it worth it? Is it worth it to still love you?"



I mean you've kept the only other thing I love away from me do you remember what that one precious thing is?



MY CHILD



"This," my mind screams to me as my shaky hand reaches for my vodka "this is what is truely driving me insane."



You said you love me once.

You said you loved me enough to be the mother of my children.

Now I sit here in the silent moonlight room watching my blood fall to the floor reminding me of all the hopeless tears I've cried.



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