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 have found a new love via X-men Origins Wolverine. {And before all other x-men purists attack me, let me just say that I thought Wolverine blew the point of the original 3 movies straight to hell but I like the story for Wolverine because it was better to the comics.} Anyway, here's a youtube vid of one of my two favorite characters.
Here's my basic information for those who aren't familiar. I turned twenty-four on the 19th of July, 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.
And here's an image of my top favorite X-men Origins Wolverine character.
Hello fellow otaku.com members. Sorry that I've been scarce for a few months now. I've just started at a new university. I now attend the Long Ridge Writers Group Collage and it's extremly taxing. Projects take a lot of my time. And it's now the busy ski season for our ski resort town, I'm working almost 47hrs a week. I just wanted to stop by and let you know that I still love the otaku.com and as soon as I get the hang of my time managment I've got a lot of new poetry and short stories to post on here to share with you all. So I'm apologize once again and thanks for taking the time to check this long winded post out.
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.
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?
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.
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.
