Vampires

I have written quite a few mew poems, however, I found them really personal so
I don't feel the need to share.

I am still here
I didn't disappear
But the night is young
And has just begun
I can't resist
The fog and mist
So I must go
Don't you know
They are waiting for me
My friends, you see
So I bid you farewell
Off I go to where we dwell
Into shadows, but we are good
We don't do harm, not like we could
Not all of our kind is gentle, still
Beware of us, for our kind can kill
So I will leave you on a happy note
As you read this poem I wrote
Good night, sweet dreams, sleep tight
And don't let bed bugs, or vampires, bite


Adieu

Tilla

My friend

What seemed unreal
I sought the truth
A possibility I
Could see in you

We’d never met
The blind heart’s cry
But without you
I would die

My best friend
How could I ever cover
All the words
I dare not utter

You were my answer
My light in the dark
In my heart
You’ve left your mark

I want to thank you
You have lended a hand
You’ve kept me sane
With you I’ll stand

I must confess
I need you
Because I love
You, yes, it’s true


I was there for you
And you were there for me
Even if we’re far apart
I’m still happy as can be

You better understand
More than any that I know
The things that haunt
My mind forever so

My poetic verse seems out of touch
Or maybe the phase is at an end
But no matter what I had to write
This poem about my friend

So I dedicate this poem
Whether it be good or lame
To the person that I love
And need forever just the same

I wasn't really bored..but I needed something to do while watching the movie

Leaving imprints in the snow
The snow stained with frozen blood
The smell of fear in peoples minds
As they trudge across in mud

Sounds of drumming, beating
Chanting reach their ears
Sliding across the questionable ice
Mixing with salty fears

The sound of shouts and
Crackling of burning fire
Sends beads of sweat above their brow
Creating a stronger desperate desire

Blindly leading the weak ahead
As only nine less stay behind
Standing strong against the odds
Only one purpose on their mind

The river bends and squeaks
As hundreds tread the ice
Yet doesn’t break as few hoped
Until the one willing to sacrifice

envy

You’ve had a crush on him for years and years
You’ve dealt with months of restless tears
Still you know he fails to see
The person that you try to be
You claim that he is your closest friend
And that it will last until the end
You follow him round and round
Wishing secrets without a sound
You change your styles and dye your hair
Hoping he might start to care
For you the way he did for her
As your dreams and vision blur
All you want, you can never be
Because you can never ever be me
I loved him with everything I had
But you all turned our love bad
You tried so hard to keep us apart
But you can’t remove him from my heart
So as you try and catch his eye
And deep in sleep you start to cry
Keep in mind what you all have done
As you wish for your dreams to come

shadowed lies

As I lie awake at night
After I’ve turned out the light
I see images long been dead
Of things been done and things been said

They fill the room with shadowed lies
And hurt my ears with hollow cries
They blind me with the tears and fear
But I cannot escape them here

So I close my heart and mind
For without access shadows find
My blank expression, the faded mask
That I have made, so it will last

Without them by my side
To my own rules I won’t abide
My memories I will lock away
And wear my mask day by day

All in all

Bitter memories of the past
Attempt to grasp
My heart, my soul, my mind
Mixing with the new

Causing me to smile
And to cry without feeling
Not knowing which way is up
And where to land back down

I once flew too high
Everything so small and carefree
I fell and broke
I healed with scars

Afraid of immortality
Of things that cannot die
Memories which cease to live
And those that refuse to abandon

Not knowing who to turn to
Or who not to trust
Silence of the dark future
My only friend

A notice, not a poem

I would just like to point out real fast:

These poems are from any thought in my head at the moment. I didn't want to post some of them in the first place. Therefore, throwing them in my face is NOT exceptable.

I, Tilla, am 300 years old and have been dealing with crap from people for centuries. With all this technology, it gets worse. But, one can also defend themselves.

Also, after living for so long, one can visualize and percieve thoughts and feelings that one may not have but that someone else does.

So some of these poems are JUST BECAUSE I FELT LIKE WRITING THE WORDS.

NEVER
BRING
UP
THE
SUBECT
OF
ANY
OF
MY
POEMS
AS
IF
YOU
WERE
INSULTING
ME

I just write the words, the poems tell me what to say. (That sounded a little insane, but go with it)

I write poems that hopefully ANYONE can connect with. I write for myself, I write for my friends, I write for objects. Never assume they are all about me.

Thank you.

Well, our whole little coven is having issues with people.
What is wrong with you all.

Echo: Her flock
Lilac: The Trio
Celedae: Her Fellowship
And me: A particular person who happens to be extremely close to me and dedicated to reading my poems, yet who negatively brought up one of my poems in a slight argument recently.

I did not appreciate that.
I am already shy about my work.
I posted all of these without really looking at what they said.

~~Hi guys. This is a note from all four of us : Celedae, Lilac, Echo and Tilla.

*Hi. We understand that all of us are...relatively human and that not everyone is going to like us or get along with each other. But it gets to be a heavy burden when one feels like they can not open up and share their feelings without getting into an argument about something totally irrelavant.

In other words, we feel like we aren't being heard. When something bothers us and we ATTEMPT to express how we feel people go off on rants and raves on something TOTALLY off topic or selfish.

Its tiring, fristerating, annoying and impolite in all honesty.

We may not always be the best mannered or calmest but we try hard to be as polite as possible and find a happy balance between pleasing people and ourselves.

Therefore, we hope that you except us as we are because we want to do more for ourselves and less for you...in all bluntness.

I guess you could say this is personal (for you/against you) but, alas, we (The Coven) need some coven time without the tension and stress of outside forces.

Be warned: There will be a tendancy for one of us to explode at the most random moments. This will pass as soon as tension is relieved.

Thank you

The Coven

Well, that was our message and I hope that it wasn't too offensive,
But the truth sometimes hurts, I am aware of that.

Tilla