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For The Reunion

Looking up toward the sky,
Thinking of how she came to die.

"Mother..."

"The Promised Land seems so far away,
Might that your children ascend unto you,
We do not wish to stay."

Gazing down toward the sent,
Feeling the pain of a tearful remnant.

"Little One..."

"Do not cry,
It is the way of things that she had to die."

"Her power was great,
But her time was gone.
And From her dusk,
Came our dawn."

"Mother..."

"Please don't be sad,
Your children know what to do.
The Reunion is not so far away,
We so long to be with you."

Descending unto dear advent child,
Sorrowfully rendered meek and mild.

"Little one..."

Dear Sister

Dear Sister

What are these wounds,
I can see in your soul?
Why do you sink,
Into such a black hole?

What is this pain,
I can see in your eyes?
Who is to blame,
For your spirit that dies?

Is it that man,
You loved so very dear...
Who didn’t love you,
Through that hateful leer?

Though you have cried,
With tears overflowing.
He did not care,
About where it was going.

Not caring at all,
He cruelly hit you.
Bleeding broken heart,
Knowing not what to do.

Through years of suffering,
You made it that far.
Yet he still blamed you,
For his faults and that car.

With all your devotion,
Given unto him...
He betrayed you,
I

A Dream

A dream

What am I doing here in the dark,
And what is that mark,

A mark on my hand,
It looks like a silver band,

The mark will not disappear,
What is that noise I hear,

A noise sounding like cats,
They are coming closer cats with their little hats,

I see a light,
In the night,

It's coming closer to me,
It cannot be,

An angel with silver wings,
And it sings,

She gives me her hand,
And says "try to stand,"

I go in the light,
Away from the dangerous night,

I am closing my eyes,
And when I open them the angel tells me her goodbyes,

The angel is gone,
And I am here all alone,

What do my eyes see,
Water, grass, flowers and

Self DefenseThere is a place
Inside my soul
A little girl
With a gaping hole.
The innocence I knew
So long ago
How I grew so cold
I do not know.
It's the child that wonders
Why we let people starve.
The pureness that ponders
Not with the head, but the heart.
She wonder's why we're so bad to each other
All the time.
She's the simple mind who can see past
The uselessness of our over-complex society.
She longs to love, to give.
Not to take nor thieve.
She's the one with the dreams,
Too young to doubt them.
She dreams of creating things
Building them up.&

Memories By The WaterI gazed into the beautiful rippling waters of the canal, lost in thought as I watched the way that the reflection of the pale full moon in the darkening sky danced and shimmered across the surface. A couple of ducks glided past me towards the shelter of the bank, no doubt in search of a place to settle down for the night. Above me where the road led back into town across the bridge, I could hear the sounds of cars as they shot by with headlights shining brightly in the gloom.
A pair of slender arms encircled my waist from behind, making me jump slightly before a smile spread across my face. A soft voice spoke into my ear; softer lips brushed

The Writer in LoveThey say the world seems to smile when you're in love

That sounds kind of cliché doesn't it?

But even the writer in love can't help but being cliché

There are only so many way to describe that feeling

Of butterflies flittering around your stomach

Or your knees suddenly getting weak

The writer in love tries to mask the same cliché

With something fancier sounding

Instead of your heart skipping a beat

When your lover comes along

Why not

Your heart dances a waltz to a song in 4/4 time

For those non-musically minded

I just basically said your heart skips a beat

But the writer in love can't even fathom cliché

With

Distant StarCan you see the stars in the sky? Seeing them makes me sigh
Stars shining brighter and larger as the evening draws nigh..

Sadly they are so far away and I think of you that way.
Yet my hand as I raise it up and look from far away
They really seem to me closer and I would have wanted them to stay
I want myself to believe they're not far away

I would love to think this was real
that you could feel what I feel
but that can never be
because like the stars you're unable to see me

-Xiao wawa and Anonymous

Should I Stay or Should I Go?I want to write something fantastic. I want to be able to look at something that I created and know it has meaning. But as I look at the old scriptures all I see is useless gibber-jabber that has no depth whatsoever. Its useless, its pointless, its complete crap. I mean why? Why did I start writing this? Why did I start this hobby, now an obsession growing to the point of insanity? All of it is fucked, all of its is shit. I might as well delete ALL of it! The writing is terrible, there’s no concept, no theme! No deeper meaning to the drama, near death experiences and sex. Its driving me insane looking at this stuff. It all can go to hell

What I Am

There is nothing more frightening…
Than an introvert

You step over them with glee
Their thoughts beneath your feet
Then you walk away
So assured
So perfect
Your social stance hard as iron
But they're watching you
Their tears give clearer vision
They see what you do not

They're always watching
Libras and
Pisceans and
forgotten souls
drowned in lost words, cruel phrases

So intelligent, yet badly hurt
By those who leave them
In the dark, burnt by careless fire
Hanging by a thread, which is all you've left them
Because they did

Lost spirit I am a lost spirit. Hiding myself amongst the leaves & rocks. Walking across the vast oceans of water & immersing myself inside the eternal depths of abyss. Without a clue of what I am looking for, I find it curious that my soul has a reason for pause now. I have forgotten everyone and have no use to "meet" another person. I fail to appreciate the subtleness of the leaves of a tree rustling inside my hand or the compassionante glow of the moonlight becaming across my face at night. I have known of my existence since ancient times, before time itself was pheasibly measured. Yet it is hard to recount the first minute, the first second of my so

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Beautifully stands he there,
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Innocence lost in shadowed horror
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Deep into the fire she swallowed their hate
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Stupid Poem - by Vegeta

by ~ErilisVampyre, Dec 1, 2008, 7:09:43 PM
Literature / Poetry / Philosophical / Spoken Word

Stupid Poem!

Arrg…you! first of all know this,
I never wanted to write this thing.
As far as I’m concerned,
I’d rather be off alone training.

But unfortunately for me,
I owe your friend a favor.
That arrogant little fool,
Even said to watch my behavior.

Well – you should know right now,
That’s not going to happen friend.
You’re going to end up dead,
When I finally stab you with this pen!

And not only will I stab you,
I’ll blast you with all that I’ve got!
Still – with my amazingly rotten luck,
I’ll be stopped by that idiot Kakarot.

The incessant jabbering from that clown,
Is enough to make me sick.
But what really gives me a headache,
Are those lectures from that insolent Namek .

And don’t get me started on that woman,
I don’t care to know where it begins.
I shouldn’t have to take this from anyone,
I’m the Prince of all Saiyans!

The blood flowing through these warrior veins,
True pride stronger then all that have passed.
Soon they shall all kneel down before me,
When the whole Universe is caught in my blast!

Heh...well now – if you don’t mind,
I have far better things to do,
Then to just sit here,
Writing this stupid poem for you.

~ Prince Vegeta

Stupid Poem - by Vegetaby ~ErilisVampyre

Literature / Poetry / Philosophical / Spoken Word

Dragonball Z: Vegeta

*deep sigh*
Okay...after many a blowing up/death threat from him, I finally got Vegeta to write this poem for

Not exactly what I was hoping he would write, but it's better then nothing...considering the kind of mood he was in.

Not exactly wise to try and make him do anything he doesn't want to, but...oh well.

Vegeta/DBZ (c) Akira Toriyama
(Vegeta: "I belong to no one!"
Okay yeah...sure.

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~Bemania159 Jan 8, 2013 Hobbyist Traditional Artist

Hahahahahaha lol

~anime6goddess Feb 19, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

lolz

~Asterac Aug 8, 2011

That was funny! Great work!

~themetalmonkey Aug 6, 2011 Traditional Artist

*lmao* Good Stuff, all hail

~KravenK Apr 5, 2011 Hobbyist Writer

good one, a serious laugh it gave me... seems more like rap song than a poem but still

!JaDelzDAhedgeHOG Nov 6, 2010

i know this is really late but once i read this i couldnt stop laughing, i like the part at the end, it makes me feel like he's really talking to the audience i love it! nice work! Vegeta rules!!!!

~brighttalonrose Sep 26, 2010 Hobbyist Writer

ROFLMFAO

~EazilyAmuzedRocker Aug 3, 2009

Hahaha this made me smile.

~ErilisVampyre Aug 4, 2009

Heh, nice. I'm glad.

!As-seen-from-space May 28, 2009

"Well – you should know right now,
That’s not going to happen friend.
You’re going to end up dead,
When I finally stab you with this pen!"

Funny *dies laughing*, thanks for this its great

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