Aleash's Wonderful Poetry

Since no one's respondoing to my poert in the poetry thread, I thought I'd post it here too. Tell me what you think! I love getrting feedback on what I write!

Ok so the idea for this poem all got started in my Creative Writing class the other week in school. We had to write a poem with a list in it, and at the time, I was re-reading Twilight. (How many lists can you find?) My teacher always says you should write about what's taking you attention, so that's what I did.
And in case you're wondering, the lines "Look! I gliter!" and 'behold the manly pixie dust' are inside jokes from my school's book club. Go LWE Book Club! We had much fun with the meadow scene.


A love story with a bite.
What more can I say?
Um…how about
Bella and vampires?

But not your
no reflection
no contact with sunlight
immortal
human blood drinking
sleeping in coffins
type of vampires.

Nope.
Bella’s story, my story,
is about a different kind of vampire-
the Cullens, well more so
Edward Cullen,
and his ability
to turn my world
upside down.

I was new
to Forks, Washington.
They knew to keep away
from the inhumanly beautiful Cullens.
I knew I should too
but I was entranced
by the youngest,
Edward.

At first I thought
he hated me.
Turns out it was
just my smell that bothered him
in a way that was new.

Eventually he said
we shouldn’t be friends;
he was bad for my health
yet he wanted to be my friend.
Way to confuse a girl
who no matter what,
was spellbound
to this boy.

There was a bonfire on the beach
where someone mentioned the Cullens.
An older Native American teen
said, “The Cullens don’t come here.”

An old friend from the reservation
tells me the story of his people.
How they came from wolves
and have a treaty with the cold ones.
“Cold ones?” I ask.
Vampires.
The Cullens relate how?
They are,
the cold ones.

Wow.

I do research.
Not much matches
my own observations:
speed, strength, beauty
pale skin, eyes that shift color
or my friend’s:
blood drinkers, enemies of the werewolf
cold – skinned, immortal.

One day I found myself
driving home from Port Angeles
with the cold one
who wouldn’t leave my thoughts.
I told him how I thought
he might be a vampire
how the idea got started
and that eventually
I came to the conclusion
that it didn’t matter what he was.

Edward was shocked
to the point of anger.
“You don’t care
if I’m a monster?
If I’m not human?”
No.
I.
Did.
Not.

Edward was a vampire.
There was a part of him
that thirsted for my blood.
I was unconditionally and irrevocably
in love with him.

I learned so much about vampires
including my previous observations being true.
They can have special abilities
Edward can read minds –
except mine.
They have a reflection.
They are immortal and cold – skinned.
They don’t need to sleep
or even breathe!
Vampires can be vegetarians
through animal blood
and oddest of all
they sparkle in sunlight!

Oh the day
he showed me that meadow!
He must have thought,
in his nonchalant way,
“Look! I glitter!”
Now when I see
my Edward sparkle
behold the manly pixie dust!

This is another poem I had to write for Creative Writing. It is a letter poem from Edward to Bella that she will never see. I call it my angsty poem of angst ( ) because I can only imagine how angsty Edward was while he was away from Bella in New Moon. I swear, when I wrote the I... I... You... We... and the next stanza I got all teary eyed. I can feel how much Edward is hurting in this poem.


How do I put into words
what I’ve done to you?
I saw the look in your eyes
and it tore me to pieces.
Are we fated
to be Romeo and Juliet?

No.
A clean break.
It will be as if I never existed.

I…
I…
You…
We…

How could I do such a thing
to such a sweet, innocent girl?
How could I say I don’t love you,
when in my heart
I know it’s not true?

It’s for the best.
You won’t lose your soul.
You can lead a human life now.
You will not be put in
anymore danger because of me.

A clean break.
Yes.
As if I never existed.
I sounded so much
more convincing in the forest.

I can not do it!
It’s driving my insane!
Your blood
it sings to me.
I remember its sweet smell!

But I will not let you lose your soul!
I will not curse you to this life of mine!
I will not let you become the monster
I
am!

But I can not stay away from you.
Oh, but I must!
A human lifespan is nothing compared to mine.
It is but a bleep
on the radar screen
that is my subsistence.

I will try my best to stay away from you.
I do it for you
my love.
If I had a soul
would you be my soul mate?

Why do I write this?
It only hurts to do so.
You will never see this letter.

Character poem about Carlisle! I was going to write a poem about the lovely Edward, but I found it too hard , therefore the poem came to be about Carlisle . The title comes from the song "Bad Case of Loving You" by Robert Palmer. I see in many Carlisle banners the lines "Doctor Doctor give me the news/I've got a bad case of lovin' you," so that was my inperation for the title. All the different parts of his life are goiong to be separate poems. (I'm in Jasper House!)


Carlisle Cullen
a great vampire man
born in the 1640s in London
a minister for a dad
a fear of vampires he had

dad dieing
a raid Carlisle lead
to kill the vicious vampires
of the London sewers

vampires had him outnumbered
they attacked!
he blocked!

it wasn't long
until he was gone
no longer human
but one of the
monsters
he
feared!

Carlisle was repulsed
by what he saw
tried to kill himself
did not work

thirsty for blood
a deer
came near
he drank
thus the first
vegetarian vampire was born!