It's been a while but I'm alive and back. :)

I've been a bit stressed out with finals and boyfriend issues and friends issues blah blah blah.

his smile gives me goosebumps...

:)

Sangre

Do I truly need it
Oh but how I crave this.
This sweet poison
So sweet it haunts my dreams.

The warm bitterness of it,
It’s sickening how this potions has me stuck,
With it I only destroy.
Deprived from its deliciousness I grow weak.

I need to feed upon the living,
Upon,
This delectable juice that allows them to live.
Neither dead nor dying I crave it all the same.
Taken from the living and consumed by me.

What is this fixation I have?
Why can’t I pull away?
Living on animals isn’t normal.
Sucking the lives from people is barbaric.

My eyes glow a color nonexistent,
A color much like the hunger I possess,
Once begun unstoppable,
Until the craving is satisfied.

Here I crouch on the edge of the roof,
Looking for a victim unaware,
Finally I spot my target,
My taste buds screaming for that poison.

I laugh deep within,
And with one last final breath,
Their life is gone along with my hunger,
My eyes return to their normal selves.

I submitted this to a poetry contest @ school.

Hope it gets something.

haha

It's a Rock show

It begins with writing.
With the lyrics flowing like a breeze,
unraveling quicker than thread,
come the adoring fans.

"Faces toward the stage".
Everyone acting like a 'hard kid'
and rocking out like they mean it.
Dress in black,
show the only color permitted inside.
Red streaks to symbolize your angst;
teenage furry and passion for music.
Over the river and through the crowd,
to the front of the ruckus we go.

It’s a rock show.

The heat you feel when foreign flesh presses against you.
You become part of the storm,
when the crowd swirls bodies like a tornado.
Your heart beats to the booming of the base.
The volume gets louder.
Pleasing the crowd, the rock star loses more and more clothing.
Delicate beads of sweat are shared like a community bong,
and screams erupt from the deepest crevice of the soul.

Enter if you dare
But be warned:
any sellouts or preps
will be moshed to the death.
If your life isn’t worth risking then don’t come.
After all,
It’s a rock show.