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6 entries this month

 

Farewell Spirit Of The Dead

23:08 Dec 29 2007
Times Read: 562


Darkness surrounds me



This graveyard is an eerie place



It is said to be haunted



I am desperate to see the ghost



It is said to be the ghost of a man who was murdered



He was supposedly a good man who was married with children



He was a blacksmith in the village



Some drunken thugs set about him and clubbed him to death



They were found guilty and hanged



But the spirit of the blacksmith lives on



Hoping to find peace



Or to guide his children and their children from beyond the grave



"Why was I taken so early from this world?"



"Thirty is too young an age to die"



The blacksmith haunts this graveyard



A warning to all innocent men to be aware



Drunken brawls can lead to violence and death



Avoid trouble and work hard and try to avoid danger



It is always sad when the innocent die young



"I hope you find peace soon - your family is doing well"



"Return to the spirit world, your work is done"



"May God look over you and protect your soul"



"It is time to sleep and rest. "



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Skeletons Of The Mind

23:07 Dec 29 2007
Times Read: 563


I have the strangest dreams



I imagine armed skeletons with swords and shields



Rising from the ground



Just like in the film Jason and the Argonauts



I can't destroy them



I fight and fight with all my might



If I disable one another rises from the ground



I feel as though I am fighting against my past



I try to start afresh but continue to be harassed by my past



I have to fight these demons



I cannot start anew and repair the damage



These fierce creatures attack me with their swords



And strike at my flesh



The wounds ooze blood



I am feeling weak



I fall to my knees



And slip into unconsciousness



And then I awake



I feel worn out and quite disturbed



The start of a new day



With it comes the hope of new beginnings



But I know that in my dreams my past will return to haunt me



I need to end this fight



And bury the bones of my past life



These skeletons of the mind haunt my imagination



Let the battle begin again



I have no choice but to fight on



In time perhaps I will be free of these recurring dreams



And slowly I will be able to start anew



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Tale of a Gothic Princess

23:06 Dec 29 2007
Times Read: 564


Princess Dominica looked so beautiful



All dressed in black



With white make-up and dark purple lips



She sat on the throne so full of majesty



The onlookers were dazzled by her beauty



And worshipped the ground she walked upon



The King was not well



And expected to die soon



And the Queen had died long ago



So the young princess would soon rule the Kingdom



Everyone was impressed with her intelligence and grace



She carried out her duties without question or complaint



And she would always greet new visitors with a smile



Once the audience was over she would return to her rooms



In the privacy of her own room she would cut her wrists



And let the blood pour into a bowl



She would force food down her throat until she could eat no more



Then she would go to the lady’s room and be violently sick



Underneath all her garments she was painfully thin



She felt so much pressure to be beautiful



She had many suitors but none that she loved



A stranger from abroad arrived one day



And stole her heart



But he was not a suitable match for a princess



A handsome sailor of common stock



She pleaded with her father to let her marry



But he doggedly refused her request



One night she took the blade



And slit both her wrists



Not a cry for attention



But an attempt to take her life



Living was a torment to her



The expectations too high



The rewards lacking in true value



Her dead body was found the next morning



And all the towns folk mourned her death



The beautiful princess had departed this land



And headed off above the clouds



To find a happier resting place



A traditional Gothic funeral was held



To celebrate her life



Many fine words were said



And then her body was buried



Under a thousand red roses



Her Cousin Isabella was now next in line



And took over the royal duties



A heavy burden for a fifteen year old to deal with



“So many souls are sacrificed on the road to glory”



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Discarded Love

23:05 Dec 29 2007
Times Read: 565


Bleak midwinter



And snow lies all around



My heart is cold and empty



And I long to walk on the hot sand



With the sun burning my body



And my love close at hand



Will you ever return?



Or will I always live in bleak midwinter



Send me word of where you are



Have you found a new love?



Have you moved on to someone new?



I am still in a frozen state



Stuck rigid where you left me



Unable to move on



One kiss would thaw my bones



One moment of bliss would unfreeze my toes



I would follow you to the ends of the earth



But my feet are frozen to the ground



And all around there is no sound



In this frozen wilderness



I will live forever



Suspended in time



A monument to discarded love



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Finding Comfort In The Darkness

23:04 Dec 29 2007
Times Read: 566


Goth girl



Just trying to get by



Searching for someone to love



Longing to break free of the chains that bind her



Cannot see the point in conformity



All those around her have let her down



Parents and teachers



Nothing they say has any meaning for her



She is looking for her own way



She sees glamour and pride in the gothic community



These people are proud to be different



Living life on the edge



A darker sense of adventure and enlightenment



The secrets are there to be found



Darkened awareness is there if you search for it



A new perspective on life



In which negatives can be turned into positives



Enter the world of darkness



And find comfort within



These people are hurting inside



Crying out to be loved



And this unusual company of misfits



Is like a pack of wolves



Looking out for each other



Even in your darkness you can find inspiration



Let your imagination light your path



And find your way to a new beginning



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angel

23:03 Dec 29 2007
Times Read: 567


Angel



You are so precious to me



You give me a reason for living



And a sense of hope



As the dark days approach



Thoughts of you keep me sane



I have drifted through time



I have lost my way



But the stars always guide me back to you



My love, hold my hand



Understand that I love you



And I will never let you go



We will live for eternity



Through our children and in the memories of friends



Our love is an unbreakable bond



Built on sound foundations



And forged through centuries of time



God looks over us and protects us



In this white room with padded walls



I think of you and feel comforted



Outside you carry on you life



Oblivious to my feelings for you



We live in parallel worlds



Destined never to meet again



I am only a passing memory



And you are all I have left


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