Hi hi, call me Silence, i don't want to give out my real name, i'm 17, and i'm gothic. I can be annoying. i am very curious. i know too much for my age. i get bored way to easily. i can't stand preps. i can't stand rap. i luv rock, heavy metal, hard rock, and some punk...some. some people think i'm strange, but i think i'm normal...not. my parents creep me out way too often... i can't stand my family. I love to write, just sit and write novels, most people love them so i think i'm pretty good. I also write poems and other things, but mainly novels. I also love to draw, i'm not that great at that, but i still have fun with that. My whole life revolves around my writings and my music. I am thoughtful most of the time, but every once in a while i act a little crazy. well, i guess that's the major stuff other than this:
i am totally in luv with vampires. nothing is better than vampires, in my eyes. all vampires are hot, with their pale skin, and no heart beat. it just drives me crazy thinking about them... its funny though my mom hates vampires and she gets mad at me for liking them. I don't give a s**t. i think thats all i'm going to say about vampires or anything else.
^_^ VAMPIRES ARE HELLACIOUS!!!!!!!! ^_^
This stupid thing don't like me so if any of you want me e-mail here it is:
ME AND THE LOVE OF ME LIFE
MY FAVE BAND
MY SHORT STORY
I'm standing there watching her. My pulse rate is accelerating. I never imagined that the one that I thought I loved would kill those that I spent time with. I never thought that this cute little girl could do such a terrible thing. Blood pooling around the bodies of the ones she was jealous of. The head of my best friend in her hand. Blood on his lip and his eyes still open.
On the fridge she wrote die in blood. She splattered blood all over the wall. In her other hand she is holding a broken bottle. The last thing she planned to do was kill one last person.
She walks up to me and kisses me passionately and knocks the bottle of moonshine out of my hand. I jump back at the sound of the bottle shattering when it hit’s the floor. She looks at me a little confused and I smile at her, not really wanting to go near her with the head in her hand.
She notices my unease and looks at what she has in her hands. She looks at them confused and looks around at everything. She throws the head and the bottle out of fear and starts crying, "What have I done?"
I walk over to her and grab her hand, "No one will ever know."
She looks at me confused and I see that look of hate come across her face again, "They better not!"
Silence is the Language of the Wise
His black wings surrounded her. His red eyes piercing her bown eyes. His blue hair spiked up like ice made the features of his face more noticeable. He bent down and kissed her neck, fangs grazing her skin, genly. She moans and falls into his arms. He holds her unconscious body as he spreads his wings out to their full wing span of fifteen feet. He flaps his wings, black feathers fall to the ground, and takes off. Her black hair covers her face. Her black gown drifts as he just hovers there. His black lips spread into a smile. He disappears, his flight so fast that he cannot be seen by the human eye. His strong wings pulse as he gets close to his destination.
He genly lands and sets her down on the ground. She moans lightly. She twists. Her eyes open. He stares into her eyes. She opens her mouth to speak, but he silences her. He thinks that there is no need for speaking. It's just something humans use to find what is wrong with each other. He does not look for bad. He finds the good. Two thousand years, and he has never spoken a word. He wasn't going to change that.
The morning light spills through the window
I stare down at my old hero
My life stains people, like the blood stains the floor
I want to cry, look away, and run out the door
But something holds me in this one spot
For I pray that the blood will clot
It's already too late to make any difference
I look away and start to build up my defense
What will people say when they find out?
Will they cry, fume, or scream and shout?
What will I do when people know it was my fault?
What will they put on the wound? More salt?
This very unpredictable suicide
Will be blamed on me, or called homicide
I don't know if I'll be able to live with myself
Everyone will shove me away and never give me help
So just kill me now and say good-bye
Never again will I have to burden anyone with my life
One word to describe our would
One word to describe out lives
One word to descrive the humand race
Always and never
Two words we get mixed up
We will say always
But we really mean never
Hello and good-bye
When we say hello
What we really want to say is good-bye
Understandable and confusing
Everyone thinks that they are understood
But everyone else is confused
Here and there
Physically, we're here
But mentally, we're tuned in over there
One word for everything