On a lighter note.

The apocalypse is nigh,
And Jenny will die,
Forever more:
Down with the eternal bore.

Solitude

My heart gave one final stuttering cry,
While you walk on, not knowing,
That while you walk, while your eyes are dry,
The tears on mine are flowing.

Angelic

As my eyes drift heavenward,
I knew if you didn't love me I'd die.
So who do you love?
Not me. Not I.

Persecution

I will find you.
I will persecute you.
I will avenge myself.

Still a ghost,
Forever adrift,
Earth forever my host,
A paradoxical shift.

I will avenge,
After you slit my throat,
Still needing revenge,
My soul forever afloat.

I will doom you to my fate,
Soul forever trapped on earth,
But your screams are too late,
Your apology thus holds no worth.

Our Souls,
Forever together,
No controls,
Death's eternal tether.

The Lake [Decided to embellish on a previous poem and haiku]

A City of stars,
Right up in the sky,
White rays of light like bars,
The wind a gentle sigh.

The leaves brush across my skin,
The moon glowing like a ghost,
Night personified my kin,
The cold dark lake my host.

The moon hangs high,
Among a pool of ink,
that engulfs the starry sky,
each star a glowing wink.

Damnation

The fires of hell burn,
red and so very high,
As I soon will learn,
My end is truly nigh.

Lucifer sits upon a throne,
Among the sea of pain,
Though there are souls around him he is all alone,
Playing a one man game.

Lies

All your words a lie,
As the tears I cry,
Roll onto the cold stone floor,
As I love you:- No more.

Evil Cometh Upon Us.

A dark moon is rising,
All we believe is lost,
While dark spirits entising,
take blood from my bones:-the cost.

This one isn't mine, but I loved it.

I'm tired of trying,
I'm tired of lying,
I know I've been smiling,
But inside I'm dying.

I will use this one for Valentine's Day

Roses to start,
Our love a lie,
You broke my heart,
And now I cry.

Upon a rowan,
A raven sits, moonlight sheen,
Solitude:- Like me.

Moonlight on water,
Ghosts drifting over the face,
Forever Tortured.

Wind whistling through trees,
Like the screams of the tortured,
Chilling and haunting.

A city of stars,
Glimmer like departed souls,
Does yours dwell there now?

Halloween

A full moon hung high,
In the foreboding Halloween night,
While witches on brooms cackle and fly,
Travelling their star-strewn flight.

The witches attend a party at dawn,
(A better time for the undead)
And because any of the living shall be gone,
The dead will dance instead.

While zombies do the ‘Monster Mash’,
And ghosts cause a fuss,
The eyes of a witch glow with a flash;
The malevolent spirits vanish: an obvious plus.

There was a sudden haste, a well practiced move:
The hunt of humans had begun,
While all supernaturals were determined to prove,
That each other race could be outdone.

The ‘festivities’ may be over,
The faeries may be dormant once more,
But in their dancing glade of clover,
The ghosts lie waiting by the dimensional door.

Deep phychological epiphany.

I've been thinking the past few days. I'm stuck in a vicious circle. See, the thing is, everyone thinks I'm a shallow, cold-hearted b*tch, and I don't blame them. I act tough, and cold, and shallow as the baby pool at the swimming baths. I act like that, and people expect me to be tough, so expect that I can take a load of crap. When I can't. And I don't want to anymore. I have nothing to prove. So when someone doesn't expect me to be tough, or actually gives me chance to be deeper, they're surprised that I'm actually pretty deep and a good people 'reader'. I don't judge people if they don't judge me, so most of the people I'm friends with are pretty open minded. So, this person, I get pretty close, to, because I just want a guy best friend who like acoustic punk music and a bit of metal, not a boyfriend. But I do want a boyfriend, but I really want a guy best friend. So then they start flirting with me, I get scared because I don't know what to do, so I push them away. And close myself off. But, when they close themselves off from me, I get scared, and worry. I've never been closed off from before, so I guess this is ironic karma getting it's own back. So I don't know what to do. Because I like this guy so much. Yeah. He's funny, and makes me laugh. But I didn't like him like that, until he pushed me away. And now I really like him. It's killing me. It's killing me.