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Alice in Wonderland

Ohnoes! She goes,

Breathing is hard to do
When you don't know how to

Can't you see,
What bothers me?

It's this world
It's humankind
It's you

Alas! What is, that is,
But what,
If it's not, what it is?

"A teenager is
Often took by mistake,
For a child, just awake"
she said

now seriously,
do you expect me to be
what you don't expect me to be?

In my eyes,
You are more confusing
Than the person
I think I think
I am



[wrote this last year, 17]

I'm not sure -what- this is, but I'll post it anyway. I wrote it during a vacation to the Czech Republic with Jo ^^

when the wind starts blowing when there is no wind,
given the choices you never know what end there is to begin with

cry into the depths of my life,
throw all your anger out
free your mind
start breathing
start living
start to feel the pains
that this world chooses to give you

maybe you should
maybe you should
maybe you shouldn't
care about what people have to say
believe what you have to believe
your path is your wish is your choice
' can't always have the upper hand
you can't always be the dealer of the cards
only hope that they are shuffled with care

cry into the depths of my life,
throw all your anger out
free your mind
start breathing
start living
start to feel the pains
that this world chooses to give you

[summer 2004]

These are the gothicculture (msn group) poems. Nyes. Ph34r the emo. domokun

Creatisionism

A faint gasp escapes the warmth of my throat as my body acknowledges the icy sensation of the water it is wrapped in.
My eyes fail to open, still, a red curtain dwells in reach.
My hands linger to touch,
but there is nothing there.
As my mind remembers the tragedy it has seen,
my life has been stolen, like a dying child in reach of mothers arms,
I have been forbidden to continue my search for eternity.
The beauty of nothing is my being,
for I am still nothing, nor ever will I be,
I am lifted out of the realm I have know for but a short time, but which has managed to make me feel at home when I had none.
The cold earth welcomes me into her womb.
From floating veils to solid ground, but cold it remains.
The frustrations of not being able to live has smothered what was left.



Alone

I stand alone.
In darkness I lay.
I have no friends, silence is around me.
It holds me in its grip, the sweet sound of nothing drives me into pure madness.
I have no friends, darkness is pregnant with silent wishes.
Help me.
I cry bitter warm tears, or is it blood that runs down my cheeks?
Blood, tears, tears and more blood, lonelyness and panic.
Where were you when I needed you?
I have no friends, you've all betrayed me.
My head spins and I fall down.
Down into a sweet, sweet sleep,
from which I hope to never return.
I have no friends, but still you mourn.
I'm dead, you should be happy.
You were not there when I needed you,
why are you here now?
I have no friends, but still you come to my funeral.
You're pathetic.
Just like me.




This is a scary one! Be prepared.
Deathdance

The night is dark and evil hides inside it.
A shiver runs up and down my spine as I see steel blue eyes light up from the shadows
I can feel my love calling me into the darkness, oh how I long for him
He calls me into his trap
again and again I fall
into a well of no return
He's sweet and charming but the moment I turn my back
he stabs me
the cold blade cuts through my flesh
and I scream out in pain
the next moment I feel pleasure
as the poison starts to flow through my veins
I take out the dagger
and cut my arms licking the sweet red fluid
the poison flows and mixes with my blood
sweet, sweet blood
I fall into the arms of a traitor, my love,
for never to see sunlight again
suicide
As I cut my wrist my tears flow freely down my cheeks, cutting a path through the dirt.
The blood flows as the knife goes deeper into my skin.
I start to scream as my body realizes torture, my hands shake and the knife falls to the ground
The mirror breaks into a thousand pieces as the bloodsplathered knife hits it's own reflection.
My hand reaches for the knife again, longing for dark, sweet death, it plunges into my chest, reaching for my heart.
My mind's blank, no thoughts stand in my way, as it takes my breath away.
As my last breath leaves my throat, a distant scream breaks the ever lasting silence,
as it faints I can feel my soul leaving my body and lift me up to the dark graves in the sky, for which I have longed for so long



My friend.


As darkness falls, my soul is weak.
My body craves for blood.
My mother told me once again, to go outside and seek my luck
So out there is my future, there is my life
I seek my luck in humans, a friend above the knife
And a friend I will find, one for me to drain
A friend in weakness and health, in life and death.
The craving rages through my veins, flows to my brain.
This torture I cannot take, I need my life back now!

He dreams of a girl, someone dressed in black
He fears her, but there is something more; he sees his future in her eyes
My friend lies there in his bed, not knowing that I'm the one of his dreams
For dream he will, of flying high and blood drained eyes.




sweatdrop again, what can I say? Those dark and evil ones are easy to write. I was on a roll sweatdrop

'Nother song! surprised Written for do (ssj girl). At her old house, she had this huge bush/tree thing that attracted loads of butterflies and everytime she walked past it they all flew out and they scared her into insanity xd we thought it was hilarious.


My garden of Butterflies

when you walk past my garden of butterflies,
you see thousands and thousands of little eyes
It's calm and peacefull or so it seems
The garden, my butterflies and me

(chorus)
They haunt, they taunt, they're on a killing spree.
You can't hide, you can't run, nothing's safe, from them.
They adore, they obey, they live for me.
It seems calm, it seems gracious, nothing's less true,
Queen of Butterflies.
(/chorus)

They will haunt, they will taunt, they'll feed on everything,
flowers, nectar, humans of race, animals, plants and each other.
So you think you are safe.
Sleep at night and you'll never wake.

(chorus)
They haunt, they taunt, they're on a killing spree.
You can't hide, you can't run, nothing's safe, from them.
They adore, they obey, they live for me.
It seems calm, it seems gracious, nothing's less true,
Queen of Butterflies.
I'm the Queen of Butterflies.

hehe, I did too at first, but I found my songbook again! <3

I can so totally relate to most of these... >.>; *clings to Elpe* whee heart ...My marriage proposal still stands. xp xd ninja domokun

lol, sankies! heart marriage proposal? gonk but I don't even have a dress yet! domokun heart xp

They would either be madly jealous or they wouldn't take you seriously and just drool over 'teh ghot lesbian sechs' instead. Nyeah.