Hello world,

Let me introduce myself. I'm bloodunderrazor and this is the world where I'm going to set my poetry, fanfictions and stories. I've been crazy busy recently. But I'm working on posting more poetry and such. I've got tons of new work to share with everyone.

I've only got four words to explain this video. Live Action Sailor Moon.

Here's my basic information for those who aren't familiar. I turned twenty-three on the 19th, I'm female, caucasion and follow the Gothic lifestyle. Supernatural is my favorite non-animated show ever. And I'm a huge manga/anime freak. Naruto is my biggest guilty pleasure. Rozen Maiden is my only love of dolls. And I understand why Hell Girl takes people away. I've been a fan since Sailor Moon aired back in the U.S. many moons ago.
I hope you enjoy the work I've placed on here. I'm just looking to connect with new people who love manga/anime/poetry/stories the same way I do. So... Welcome to my world. Enjoy.

The Real Boogieman

The boogieman never died did he, because we still see him there.
He comes to the little girl in the form of a fanged beast.
There is no happy ending for her when she wakes to find her soul was stolen.
He comes to the teenager, who never agrees, who is scary to everyone.
But not enough to scare him away, not even the spiky jewelry and black makeup.
He goes into her mind and makes her hear all the things they say about her.
He bears the thoughts that would her, kill her. The demons living within.
And he's still seen by the adult, who say he doesn't exist.
He's the back alley you walk because you are not afraid of monsters.
Where you are shoved into the dirt and feel his hands make everything molested.
Left unconcious in the black path of his world and you can't cry for help.
The boogieman invades everyone, he makes the world his marionette.
Becomes the evil policeman who doesn't believe a word the victim says.
Or the children who poke fun and the people who are different from themselves.
It is not until after they realize that the boogieman still exists.
And he cannot die. Will never die.
You cannot kill the boogieman. He resides everywhere.
He can posses anyone at any given point in time, just to suit his own pleasure.
And he can live anywhere, including inside of you.

Room of Masks

Everyday, same time, same place.
I take off another face.
And it fades away without a trace.
I never let the other masks go to waste.

In a dark room at the end of the hall,
are shelves of masks lining the walls.
I could wear nasty or try the perfect doll.
If you can wear one you can wear them all.

The expression of guilt from one who’s always lying.
The face of a person who never stops crying.
The defiant characteristics of one who’s not buying.
Or a favorite of mine, contorted by dying.

There are so many to choose from in here.
And behind each one there is always the fear.
But whenever I need one, one’s always near.
And no one sees through it, but it’s crystal clear.

These are all of the things that I can create.
All of it based on a false set of traits.
And though all of you will always follow the bait.
The only thing I really feel is hate.

So many creations to compare and contrast.
And everyday it becomes more of a task.
I know the question you’re all afraid to ask.
What does my real face look like if you take away the masks?

Need To Sleep {Madison's Mind}

This poem is based on the Supernatural episode "Heart" and it's from Madison's point of view. {For those who haven't seen it, Madison is a woman's who changes into a werewolf and murder's people when she goes to sleep. She's a great person and one of Sam's love interests and she decides that Sam has to kill her to stop her from killing anyone else}

I haven't slept in ages.
Because I know longer dream.
Behind my eyes pain rages.
And I silently scream.
What does all this mean?

I cannot feel the sunlight.
Because I have grown black wings.
Your world out there is to bright.
And I'd rather have dark things.
What will evening bring?

I will not take the straight path.
Because I have lost my way.
Everything is moving so fast.
And I don't know what to say.
What would you do if there was no day?

I have never had peace.
Because I am filled with hate.
I wish these voices would all cease.
But I know it is to late.
What is this is my only fate?

So I will never love you.
Because my heart would break.
I know what I have to do.
And it's for all our sakes.
I have to die, I can't stay awake.

THE RETURN

Hello otaku.com,
I have returned from my week long trip. It was such a great time. And now I'm hoping to put up some of my new works in the upcoming week during my days off. It's good to be back. Sorry for my absence.

Quick Update

Hey otaku.com,

Work has been so hectic, we're coming into our busy season. So I apologize for the lack of posting. I'm hoping to post at least four new pieces shortly. I'm aiming for my only day off, which is Wednesday. Then I'm going to Indiana from the 20th to the 25th. Then I'll be back. With more stuff than ever, whenever I get the free time to post it.
So I'm asking you all to bear with me, I'm sorry for the inconvenience. Thanks for your time.

P.S.: If anyone is interested, Supernatural Season 4 premieres this Thursday the 18th at 9pm on channel 23 direct tv. I'm so watching it. I love Dean.