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.
I can’t tell you how it’s killing me.
Where I lye bleeding, the darkness is feeding.
I don’t know if there’s anything I can believe.
The pressure is receding but I can’t find the meaning.
No matter what I do, I can’t find the key.
Why don’t you love me anymore?
As my mind is reeling, I scream at the ceiling.
You always strike me to the core.
I’m way beyond healing because I can’t fight the feeling.
All you ever do is treat me like a whore.
You know you always catch me unprepared.
I feel myself going dim, fading from within.
The times that you’re with me are always so rare.
I can never win because I always give in.
I’m not even sure if you still care.
I hate what you’re breaking.
This is like a test; I’m out of breath.
And I can’t even tell if you’re faking.
I’m such a mess; you’re loving me to death.
Why can’t you ever give back some of what you’re taking?
To you he is ordinary.
To me he is ethereal.
I can see the stars in his eyes.
And I hope to someday be apart of them.
To be held with such optimism.
To you he is plain.
But to me he is beautiful.
His hair, his face, everything.
I notice it all.
But he doesn’t say he notices.
And he doesn’t notice me.
You say he is nothing.
But just one glance is everything to me.
I don’t think you see the potential.
That lingers in his smile.
Or lays dormant in his voice.
To you, to me, at any rate he’s something.
I wonder what he thinks of himself?
There is no conceit, no arrogance surrounding.
To you he’d be just another ordinary guy.
But to me, he’s something special.
Something more.
And just like the stars he has,
I wish to be reflected in him.
To be taken in him. With him.
To you he is nothing.
But to me, there is nothing.
Nothing that compares to him.
To you, to me.
What does it matter?
As long as he is alive.
As long as he is here.
Hey otaku.com. Sorry about my lack of updates. But I'm in the process of switching to a new computer. So the old one is down and the new one should arrive at the beginning of the upcoming week. I've been commenting and pming from the town's library. So just to let you guys know I'm still here I'm posting a new poem. I'll put up part 3 of chapter one as soon as I get my new computer up and going.
Waking Nightmares
Written by: Jessica Moore
The nightmares come when I awake.
It’s my soul they want to take.
And they’re still there when I go to sleep.
I’m in the darkness far to deep.
I wake up to demons dancing on my floor.
This isn’t what I want anymore.
Then in dreams I see faces on my ceiling.
And I can’t stand all of these feelings.
I’m screaming in life and I’m dying in dreams.
I am the creator of the most heinous schemes.
They come from the monsters inside of my head.
And I set them loose, strong and well fed.
I live to wake up the nightmares inside.
And it’s not all right; the darkness has always lied.
The wakening nightmares from which my soul pours.
Are the keys, which unlock the nastiest of doors.
I am the mistress of all that night brings.
The owner of all of these crazy things.
And I see you’re afraid and so am I.
Because this is my world and the nightmares are alive.
NOTE: I had to post it. I couldn't not post it after I promised I would. So before I flew out of the house I posted this. I hope you like it. Part 3 of chapter one on Friday okay. And I'll update everyone on my gran...
Sorry guys. I'm supposed to post part two of chapter one today. But there has been an emergeny with my grandmother's recovery. And I am needed. I promise to post it as soon as I can. I know you must all be getting tired of me and my stupid crisis so I will do my best to be more prompt. Sorry again. I will do better I promise.
