Clouds part at the hint of your smile.
And down comes one of the Divine.
The benign.
An angel to protect.
An angel to keep.
An angel to trust.
I am your angel,
hopeful, shining,
loving, true.The rapture fades.
The love forgotten.
In your heart,
lies a coffin.
For the Divine that cannot protect,
there is a fate worse than death.
I am your angel,
tired, searching,
fighting, lost.The days grow cold,
the nights grow long.
Life takes its toll,
with the Divine forgotten.
See through your lies,
cast off your hate.
For the Divine,
it is much too late.
I am your angel,
broken, fallen,
beaten, scarred.And here I lie,
dead ...
Well, here I am…I guess that if anyone should know about this, then it should be you. A long time ago, you could say that I had the most eventful week of my life, and I have had a very long life. I have never forgotten anything. I hope that even more will take place in my life…but nothing as eventful as what happened then.
I don’t really know where to begin…I guess I will start with the most useless information (as most history does). I was living alone, just outside Los Angeles, in a small town not worth naming, where nothing happens (you know the place). Anyway, I attended the only school in town (it harbored all eight hundred teena...
Go away
and write a poem by yourself or with some friends.
It's due Thursday
don't cut corners or try to make amends.
Make it bold, make it true
but stay away from hot topics, and make it you.What the hell?
That's all?
Write a paper about "truth"
but don't do it before class in the hall.
Here I am on the 8th floor of Greuning
sitting in class trying to get ahead
When I could be working,
reading, or in bed.
I actually hate poetry
it doesn't come naturally.
But this is my second one today
this is frightening me.
Do I have a poet's heart beneath
my stories of vampires and blood?
Or maybe I've shown the world
that in my eighteen years I've los...
Hell on Earth,
that's where we are.
Driving so fast,
but Heaven seems so far.
Some may think me dark,
morbid or sick.
But it’s just proof,
of their own ignorance.
I am who I am
and I'll be who I'll be.
Fuck you world,
like I said, this is me.
You think you can ignore me
and hide your fear in your jokes.
But think about it,
I laugh at you as I put on this hoax.
You stereotype me by my coat
and good sheep call me a goat.
Here I am still laughing
you're all the same, but I see the truth.
You make me sick, you think you're so smart
while you hide in the house of God, cowering under his roof.
I stand tall in my world
and on my own.
Magic does n...
A Day Under the Red Moon pt-1 by bardiel, literature
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A Day Under the Red Moon pt-1
Hello "Valued Reader"...I guess that's what I'd call you. I could call you by what you truly are to me: friend, companion, meal, or sack of blood. I guess they all have a nice ring to them. Apparently you are interested in my story, well good for you. I guess I should give you some bio information on me; everyone wants to know about the new girl on the block. I'm at least three thousand years old. I'm what an image of the word "pretty" would be. I'm five feet and four inches tall. I have dark brown (almost black) hair and yellow eyes (much like that of a wolf's). My eyes used to be a soft brown, but I guess that's one of the "perks" of be...
A Day Under the Red Moon pt-2 by bardiel, literature
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A Day Under the Red Moon pt-2
My first memory, as all creatures, is when I first opened my eyes. I was in a place of total darkness. I tried to move, but I was in an enclosed space, and it was very tight. I could hear a fire crackling from outside my prison. I could hear the faint sound of a violin as well. The smells of cooking meat and bottled wine reached my nostrils. I could smell another person. I had never smelled a person this powerfully before. It was almost as if they were with me in this dark place.
As best my memory serves me I had never embraced such small places as what I was confined in now. Things were no different then. I pushed on either side of m...
A Day Under the Red Moon pt-3 by bardiel, literature
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A Day Under the Red Moon pt-3
When we walked through the front doors he carefully woke the child. When she opened her eyes she had such a fearful look upon her face that I wished I had killed her along with her mother. Her look of fear was quickly replaced by the look of childish curiosity, though. In a quiet voice she said to Flavius, "Where am I?" Flavius smiled down at here.
"You are in a castle, Little One,"
"A castle! Am I the princess?" she asked excitedly.
"Not yet," he chuckled, "What is your name, Little One?"
"My name is Fara. What is your name?"
"My name is Flavius," he looked over at me, "Have you decided on a name yet?"
"My na...
A Day Under the Red Moon pt-4 by bardiel, literature
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A Day Under the Red Moon pt-4
I waited for three months for the first hunter to appear. He was a fairly small man, he was also quite young looking. I believe he was more inexperienced than I thought. He was riding a white horse when I met him.
"Are you the vampire hunter?" I asked him sternly.
He smiled at me, "The best, fair maiden," He's not going to be worth my time, I thought to myself. I could tell that from the moment he spoke. He spoke as someone with a lot of money and power would. He was probably out doing this to make his father proud of him. I really don't care.
"Do you think you can best me in combat?" I asked him as sternly as before.
"...
A Day Under the Red Moon pt-5 by bardiel, literature
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A Day Under the Red Moon pt-5
We were happy for a number of years. We traveled all throughout Europe. We were both vampire hunters. When I did have to feed I didn't take Flavius' course of action. I only sought men with evil hearts. I had a high sense of morality then. I believed that killing someone evil would cleanse me of the fact that I was committing evil by killing. We would always move through a city in the darkest parts, looking for the first person intending us harm. When we did find him, we made that community that much safer.
No matter how far we traveled we would always return to our castle. We let the young women who kept the castle in order get marri...
A Day Under the Red Moon cut by bardiel, literature
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A Day Under the Red Moon cut
Now (just a little side note here), what is a good story without a bit of sex? Nowadays that's all that everyone thinks about. Well, if Durian and I had had a sex life, I would not share it with you. We didn't, though. Vampires are incapable of having sex by normal means; our bodies don't require it to reproduce, so they don't react the same way a mortal’s does. Besides, from what I have been told and learned from mortals, it is a very messy process. Now for a little portion of "Vampire Behavior 101." When most vampires feed, they attack the neck. This is for two reasons. One: the neck is a great source of blood, and two: it is a focal p...
A Day Under the Red Moon pt-6 by bardiel, literature
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A Day Under the Red Moon pt-6
I finally brought myself to go back to my nightly life before Durian had died. I don't know how long I lay in psudeo-torpor, if I wasn't aware of history today, I would have assumed years, but it was more like months. I slowly made my way to the town, dragging my feet behind me. I had changed my style of dress from tight leather to loose cotton. I still wore black, though. I wore it more out of mourning than preference. I wore a black blouse that was much like Durian's tunic and a very modest skirt that hugged only my hips. It was quite loose all the way down to my ankles. I didn't receive nearly as many dirty looks as I did when Durian wa...
Being transgender is not something that is easily influenced. It's not because of the toys you were given as a child, you already know if they're the right toys for you or not. It's not because of the friends you hang out with, you already know who you identify with. It's has nothing to do with a lack of a certain parental figure(just like boys of a single mother can still be straight). It's not because of how your parents raised you, you already know if what they're doing makes sense. It has nothing to do with not being taught how to be a man or a woman, I was taught to be a man, and that surely made me grow up to be one. I still wore glo...
I am stuck in a body I do not want. I wish to change. I hate to look in the mirror everyday seeing a shape I was forced into. I hate:These breasts
This flat chestThis empty air between my legs
This unnecessary stick hanging downThis too long hair no matter what I do
This hair that always seems too shortThese stupid skirts I want to burn
These too baggy jeans I'm forced intoBeing a female
Being a maleI want to walk down the streets and feel free.
Feel at ease.
The way I'm supposed to be.I want to feel normal.Is that so wrong?
Broken, lying,
tired of crying.
The world sits,
scrying.
A slap in the face,
it starts the race,
but I can’t keep up pace.
All I can do is lace.
Lace my pain,
lace the strain.
Show everyone there’s something to gain.
Gain in losing.
Losing is beginning,
once all is lost and thinning,
the world stops spinning.
And everything stops.
Stops for me,
stops for thee,
but no one will ever see.
Never see the beauty.
The beauty within,
the beauty herein.
The very thing we’re in.
Sadness,
loneliness,
carelessness,
foolishness.
Who are we but man?
doing what we can,
trying to go against a plan.
Fight the light,
fight the dark.
Push your malice through...
Current Residence: Fairbanks, Alaska Favourite genre of music: Punk/Rock Operating System: Windows XP (home) MP3 player of choice: Windows Media Shell of choice: Koopa Troopa Shell from Mario 64 Personal Quote: The dark side of the moon just got a whole lot bigger
Favourite Visual Artist
Boris Vallejo
Favourite Movies
What Dreams May Come
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Smashing Pumpkins, Disturbed, Slipknot, Papa Roach, Lacuna Coil, Marilyn Manson
Favourite Writers
Anne Rice for novels and The Freek for poetry
Favourite Games
Final Fantasy III/VI
Favourite Gaming Platform
XBox and female body
Tools of the Trade
Haven't been doing much of "the trade," so it's nothing at the moment
It's been a while since I last updated...I would go back to check on the exact date, but I'm not really feeling being all exact, at the momentMaybe it's because it's an incarnation of poetry (or vice versa), but song titles/lyrics seem to really do well for titles to my entries. This one's Mudvayne, for anyone who doesn't know.General updates: I'm still with FRA. I've been working extra hours because of staffing changes. Not really a whole lot, mostly Fridays. I work nine or ten hours, so it doesn't really kill me. So work hasn't been bad, which is nice. I was always worried about getting this job because I didn't know how mine and my brot...
Bury all your secrets in my skin
Come away with innocence,
And leave me with my sins
The air around me still feels like a cage
And love is just a camouflage
For what resembles rage again
So if you love me, let me go. And run away before I know
My heart is just too dark to care - I can't destroy what isn't there
Deliver me into my fate - If I'm alone, I cannot hate
I don't deserve to have you...
My smile was taken long ago
If can change, I hope I never knowI still press your letters to my lips
And cherish them in parts of me that savor every kiss
I couldn't face a life without your light
But all of that was ripped apart...when you refused t...
A really good friend of mine joined the army. He left for basic training in the special forces, oh....three weeks ago on Tuesday. I've known him since I was nine years old in the fourth grade. He was the first person I remember meeting who's name was James and I thought it was so neat that we were Jesse and James. Innocence of youth, right? We didn't really become good friends until middle school when we found out we lived near each other. This was after I had gone through my year of abuse and I had all that anger built up and out of control. In retrospect, that anger being so present back then is probably the central reason he's been so a...
thank you and you're welcome. I'm hoping to use your stock art for a drawing, but I have been trying to find inspiration and it's just not coming to me. as soon as I get it posted I'll send you a link