

The Vampire Angel 'all read'I was giving up. I had walked in the woods for days, there seemed like no point in fighting anymore. My head was light, my throat burned in its quest for cool, clear water. My stomach burned from the days without food. I finally collapsed against a moss-covered log in the forest, and let my eyes close. In that time the jaws of darkness closed in, and the sun disappeared while I lied unconscious. When I awoke, the angle came. It wore a loose white robe that seemed to emanate light somehow. What was left of my dead mind was instantly calmed by its approach. Its feet I could see moving but never seemed to touch the moss as it flowed towardThe Vampire Angel 'all read'


Diary of a Young Woman I feel so lonely. There is still that feeling of helpless doom that surrounds me sometimes, an after effect of those old days. On the brink of suicide, I felt so lonely then, but now I have to wonder if I am lonelier now. Then I felt I had my friends if I would reach out my hand to them, I just didnt want to push them to the edge with my burdens the way theirs had pushed me. Though my family was distant because the web of lies I told about my friends, I knew they loved me and though I was losing myself they could bring me back to what I thought was me. When I lost myself to the depression that &nDiary of a Young Woman


Courage Men...For every women there comes a time to wonder Similar questions about the man holding their hand. Yet I worry, will you look at me with such devotionCourage Men...
When my eyes are wrinkled from years of emotion?
Will it take a world you cant escape? Or a promise you have to keep? To make it so you have the courage To love, without me having to encourage?
Plenty of beauties come and go but Will you have the courage and patience
To say that I am youre one and only? Or shall we both be, when old, lonely?
Shall you have the courage to take my Hand a


Fragile DreamsI slip to sleep Awake in fragile dreams That tomorrow will be broken.Fragile Dreams
I sigh in sleep Upon make believe As the curtain falls open.
I shudder and shiver While the dreams grow strange Like some unknown omen.
I sift in silence Through these foggy visions Where words are left unspoken.
I sit and stiffen As the beggars march And I am given my due token.
In dreams shadows slither From these pondering worlds that Come from the times considered golden.
In the stillness and silence Thes


Past. Love. Memory.The Past,Past. Love. Memory.
Haunts me still Where I can never Be used to the feeling I once felt, As shades of the past Linger in my heart, Bewildering. Tempting. Me to go into this dream Where I can never forget
The Love,
We once shared, Where scents of roses Filled the air With melancholy despair, As screams ring out This affections drought, While hoping to relive, And reminisce
The Memory,
I have in my heart, Where stories never depart This perpetual maze Running through my mind, &


The Role of LoveSociety has become tailored to our own individual needs. To many, this will sound like a utopia what could be better than a world in which every individual can have their every desire fulfilled?The Role of Love
Look closer. This is a world in which we can communicate without ever having to see anothers face, a world in which we can turn over from charity adverts to see smiling celebrities, and a world in which time is money, and time spent on relationships is money lost. With our every need catered for, we dont need to care for anyone other than ourselves.
We cross the street to avoid the homeless, ignore those wh
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