Poems

Nevermore
Always searching, never finding
just what I am looking for.
The trees fly by at amazing speed,
but the sun burns them down to the forest floor.

I see you in a dream, fearing my touch,
running, shielding, not wanting me anymore,
I hear your voice, so close, so far,
I'm still loving you, wanting you forevermore.

Do you miss me? See me behind closed eyes?
Do you still love me like I loved you and yours?
Will you remember me or ignore me if you see me again?
Or would you remember me always and evemore?

I run to find you, despite the time you were gone,
slam into the boulder that is you, crying the name that is yours,
before the sunlight made you sparkle and shimmer,
but will you love me and cherish me nevermore?

A dream, fighting for thought and devotion,
tugging at the edge of my head forevermore,
but finally real, finally here, tell me it was a lie.
I know that you will be without me nevermore.

I posted this on the Twilight Lexicon. It's not about Twilight, at all, in any way, but I guess I can post it here anyways. It's called "Let me Help You"

Let me help you with those papers
Spilled on the floor...
Let me help you pick them up
Sorry about running into you...

Let me help you with that hair in your eye.
Bet you would never guess...
Let me help you put it back in place
That I knew your every though...

Let me help you with your darkest problems
Tell me your deepest secrets...
Let me help you solve them all
As if I don't know them yet...

Let me help you with that body
The !@#$%er deserved what he got...
Let me help you heal the scars
Damaging your world like that...

Let me help you with replacement
You'll need a new bastard just like him...
Let me help you destroy your world
Now surrender yourself to me...

Let me help you with that gun
Up against your head...
Let me help you with the last breath just before the end
One last shot and you'll be free of everything...

But only you would say no
Only you with your audacity
To disobe me
Your lord, master, creator of everything
You were nothing but a shadow
I made you everything, anything
All I ask is for you to give some of it back
Couldn't you do that, just do it for me?

Haiku

Bella and Edward
Head over heals, deep in love
Time is on their side

Up in Flame
You are fire in my veins, the smoke in my heartbeat,
making my pulse burn with a delicious heat,
though you are cold and perfect as a marble sculpure,
you make my heart throw out its crazy rhythmic beat.

A single breath, a single word, the slightest touch,
will burn us to a cinder, to the ground, to ashes,
but we will rise again, like the mythologic bird,
your smile burns as my mind thrashes.

Ruining concentration and memory and defense,
you are worse than any addictive drug,
you are my brand of heroin, you see,
your fire scorching me when we kiss or hug...

The fire's gone out, a distant memory,
like a snippet of a lullaby or a childhood smell,
one that you are forgetting but can't regret,
the wretched beating of my heart, no longer swelled.

Waiting for your touch, full of flame and charge,
to burn me, to warm me, to late and love me,
waiting so patiently in pain for your return,
the magic of your drug with effects I can see.



Crappy, but Oh well!!

here is one that I wrote a while ago, it's really bad, I know but at least I get some points for Carlisle house!!

I;m only posting this for Jasper House. I suck at poetry.


I sit here away from him.
Beside the others, but not with them.
I thought I knew him,
But his kind are easily distracted.
I know I loved him.
He thinks I've forgotton him.
For his mind I envy him.
My memories are getting less real.
But here I am, I wait for him.
And in the darkness stay for him.

In my heart of hearts
I know I pine for him.
He always lingers there
At the back of imagination.
Seemingly captured in memory
He always teases me, skips away.
He flits at the edges of consciousness.
Then his voice which most i missed nears.
I can hear it now, it comes closer to me.
In reality, it's not him, but a constuct.
A psudo-Edward living in this mind.
My velvet delusion hurts me less
Jabs at a less tender spot
Than true memory.
Now I know in
My own way
What it is
To feel.

Forevermore Nevermore
I stare at your picture, trying to see.
What was it that made you leave?
Did you forget your love? Finally move on?
Everyone knew that you didn't need me.

I stare at the window, rain streaking.
I suppose you are a memory forevermore,
Even if it is not so with you, but who knows?
All we know is that our love will become nevermore.

I miss your smile and your eyes and your voice.
I miss the way you joked with and about me,
But you tired of life in this rainy cage, it seems,
And my heart tears at the seams as you no longer see.

What made you stay this long? What happened?
Did you not want to hurt me? Or was it something more?
Did I actually impact your life before you left?
Or was is simply pity, as you left me on the forest floor.

Your face taunts and haunts and mocks me,
I dream of the warmth in your eyes, the cold
in your skin, but will I ever feel them again?
I wish that I was more like you. I wish I had been bold.

I am forevermore nevermore than a memory.
You are forevermore nevermore than a dream.
And life itself is nothing, simply a concept now.

I moved it to PaperCut's Poems

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!

OH! Um...I didn't know this was where we have to put them. I put one of mine in one of my own topics. Does it still get points? I mentioned what house it is for. If not can I re-post it here? Sorry.

Ok then. I'll just post another poem here. For Carlisle House.

Time goes by so blindingly quick
I was just cuddled up next to you a minute ago
And now you are so far away

It makes me sick
Just thinking about how you left
There will never be another happy day

Though I suppose I should have figured
You would never stay
You were always too good for me
A dream in a heart so torn

They say it is better to have loved than to have never loved at all
And now I see they were right
I couldn't bare the pain to think of if I had never met you
In that sense I am happy to let these god-awful tears fall
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Yeah, It kinda sucks I know...
It is based on Bella in New Moon

Anna Cullen still hasn't givin me a house yet ... ... anyway ... here are three fairly long poems :

Becoming a Vampire
From whispered pleas
To silent cries
To wracking screams
And hollow eyes

From pain that burns
Like fire’s lash
Turning me
To screaming ash

But all the time
The hollow eyes
Grief stricken
Crimson eyes

And so I scream
Into the night
The task complete
Next morning light

And though I know
The time is near
I scream for death
To all who hear

So here it goes
My dieing wish
As my heart rate slows
I sink to bliss

- Becoming a Vampire -

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(( i know Bella wasn't activly suisidal, but this is more of what I'd be thinking, it's basicly her/my argument that she/me should be allowed to die .... eventhough she/me knows they won't get to becuse of Charlie and Edward and Jake ... etc ... NOTE: I AM NOT REALY SUISIDAL !!! ))

Fade to Black
Time goes on
Or at least that’s what they say
Movin’ on
Never even crossed my mind
My life is like a star filled sky
Dimmed and faded by the city lights

The sun sets
Dawning on someone else’s day
And why can’t I?

Fade to black?
Leave the stage?
Throwaway this half-filled page?
Half-written verse
An almost love song
Turned zombie theme song
That will never fade with time

A horror movie
A crappy ending
Riddled though with
Forgotten lines

A plot pretending
To be a romance
A sappy slow dance
Turned metronome

And now I’m standin’ on my own

So why cant I?

Fade to black?
Leave the stage?
Throwaway a half-written page?
Full of faded hearts
Stained by years
Crossed out realized fears
Hopes and dreams
Whited out by tears
Folded up and kept close
To what’s left of my heart

So why do you deny me?
Don’t criticize me
There’s nothing left here anyway
Just let the credit’s play

An empty shell
Torn to pieces
From the inside
Forever scarred
Can you find my broken heart?

It’s a struggle just to breath
Don’t you know?
Can’t you see?
I’m meant to die
Just let it be
What rite have you to deny me peace?

The sun sets
Dawning on someone else’s day
So, why can’t I?

Fade to black?
Leave the stage?
Throwaway this half-empty page?
Lost
Deep inside a quickly cracking mind
Broken
Like the rest of me
Can’t you see?
Won’t you let me be?

So why can’t I?

fade
to
black

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(( this one is only SORT OF Twilight related ))
Numb

Blue skies dim to gray
The sun is setting
On the last day

This is the night of our lives
Broken sonnets falling on deaf ears

Tonight we sing out loud
Announcing all our fears
Tonight we dry the tears

Tomorrow
A respite from the pain

Numb

With no intention of ever feeling again
Sometimes it’s just to much to take
Can’t stay awake
So we’ll stay

Numb

A new life’s begun
If you can call it that
Just wanna run
But we must stay

Cannot stand the light of day
Reminds me to much of the good times
So I’ll say good bye
And stay

Numb

since i can't get house points, i'd realy apreciate anykind of feed back ... THANKS !

teenibopper1 wrote:

In my heart of hearts
I know I pine for him.
He always lingers there
At the back of imagination.
Seemingly captured in memory
He always teases me, skips away.
He flits at the edges of consciousness.
Then his voice which most i missed nears.
I can hear it now, it comes closer to me.
In reality, it's not him, but a constuct.
A psudo-Edward living in this mind.
My velvet delusion hurts me less
Jabs at a less tender spot
Than true memory.
Now I know in
My own way
What it is
To feel.

wow ! I like it !

This is a character poem on Carlisle. I will be writing more poems on the rest of Carlisle's life as the title suggests. I'm in the 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
it did not work

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

Mmm...this is Bella's point of view on how Jacob's friendship with her and Edward are at stake and she has to choose. Carlisle House.

Title:
x0x--I Have to Choose--x0x

A hard choice,
Friend or Love?

Pick the branch of an olive tree,
or fly on the wings of the dove?

To see the friend happy,
or lose my only world?

Wavering from one to the other
Peircing my brain with hurt, with my heart - the sword

Can't I have it both ways?
They won't let me, so here on my bed I lay

Struggling, confused
Either way I lose something

But I won't know until I choose, by my own hand or the most pleasant way,
Which one will stop me from living

wantingedward wrote:

Mmm...this is Bella's point of view on how Jacob's friendship with her and Edward are at stake and she has to choose. Carlisle House.

Title:
x0x--I Have to Choose--x0x

A hard choice,
Friend or Love?

Pick the branch of an olive tree,
or fly on the wings of the dove?

To see the friend happy,
or lose my only world?

Wavering from one to the other
Peircing my brain with hurt, with my heart - the sword

Can't I have it both ways?
They won't let me, so here on my bed I lay

Struggling, confused
Either way I lose something

But I won't know until I choose, by my own hand or the most pleasant way,
Whick one will stop me from living

Wow ... I LOVE it !

Really? You thought it was good? Well thank you. I'm happy you liked it.

i loved it to. its awesome. i love all your poems. you have a gift. luv ya my FVRW.

Yay! 2 happy responses! Huzzah!

Ok, so the first and third are actually songs, not poems. But oh well, close enough.

An Clever Pun

i before e, except after
c
why before e, except after
c?
So weird to have a word
with e before i without a
c

I before he except after you see
Through his eyes
With his I's

See
it their way
And your sympathy
Will go on forever
Like the rhythm
up and down

Sea
of sorrow
in their eyes-
in their mind
with their I's
he before i?
What a joke
but now
I
see

I before he except after you see
Through his eyes
With his I's
All empathy




As of now, it has no title. It probably never will.

Under Stone
Breaking Bones
Trapped within
The Undertone

Feeling Pain
None to Gain
Sitting on
The Windowpane

Looking out
Try to shout
Words caught in
The Driest Mouth

Now they see
Come for me
Right Across
The Sparkling Sea

Soon I'm home
World has grown
Speaking on
The Telephone





The Inkpulse
What Drives Us?

[Spoken:]
Do you know what the Inkpulse is?
No, teacher, we do not.
Then let us embark in this lesson
A bit of history, english
And a touch of mythology

[Sung:]
In uneducation people dwelt
Few could read or write
Those with the gift were shunned
Or possibly hanged

There were some that renounced
Like a heretic before a stake

[Spoken:]
One particular loved his gift
Would not renounce, could not be silenced
It is often believed he sacrificed himself
For the betterment of others.

[Sung:]
That is not the case!
Imprisoned was I, in my tower
House arrest, put not to death
Friends in high kept me alive

In my tower I did not but write
And soon most of me had washed away!

There's nothing left of me
But the IMPULSE!
Read and write, prose or
poetry
But the IMPULSE!

[Spoken:]
In reality, he was driven mad
Those who kept away from the literary arts
Had done so out of wisdom.
But there was a magic to this one.
This one who could read and write...
He had less corpearality than most humans
And so as he lost his mind
He lost it literally

[Sung:]
Is this really all that's me?
An idea and a half
Shattered like a mirror or glass?
Snapped in half
Like a twig?
Sap flowing out
Flowing out...
OH, GOD I'M LOST!

There's nothing left of me
But the IMPULSE!
Read and write, prose or
poetry
But the IMPULSE!

It drives me on
Cannot be stopped
Is this why they left me here to ROT?
No more walls, only bars
Is this my body?
Or is it a corpse?

[Spoken:]
So he flowed out of his body
Not a spirit or soul
Simply a mind-a consiousness
An urge to embrace literature
And he flows through everybody,
And everything.
If it were not for his sacrifice
We would still be in uneducation
So we revere him, or it, since it is more an idea...
And we call this the Inkpulse

[Sung:]
There's nothing left of me
But the IMPULSE!
Read and write, prose or
poetry
But the IMPULSE!

I AM THE INKPULSE!

For those of you that like to know what the poem/song you're reading is about, here are the explanations. Otherwise, just skip the following part.


An Clever Pun: Song. It is about putting your own needs and wants before others
regardless of their situation. And then later into the song, finding out what it is like to be in a bad position. And then having empathy for those in a bad position, and putting others before yourself.


The Untitled One: Poem. This one actually started out as an excercise, but I tweaked it a bit. It's about a man stuck on an island, basically. But that's just a metaphor for drug abuse. At the end, the man stuck on the island is rescued, thus the drug-abuser rehabilitated.


The Inkpulse: Song. Entirely fictional song about a force that drives all forms of literature, and those that create literary works. The spoken part is from the POV of a teature giving a lecture to his class. The part that is sung is from the POV of the person that became the Inkpulse.

EDIT: Here is another one.

The sun's rays of gold
Filters through the trees
How their grand branches fold
And ruffle in the breeze

Paradise, utopia
Ah, to call this place a home
To draw your insignia
On even just the loam

It would be enough at first
Just a little taste
But we all had this thirst
And a hunger to lay waste

For the less that you have
The more that I get to keep
So I'll cut you into halves
With no disturbance in my sleep

A madened free for all
A mindless self destruction
So we all take the fall
To undo all our constructions

The fire's tounges of gold
Burns through the trees
How their great figures fold
And scatter in the breeze

AMAZING ! All three are lovley, I especialy like the word play one and the song one ! You're great !