Right now '03- Right nowI'm here right now,Where exactly is here?If you can't tell me,Then I can't know...Where I am is hereI want to go thereBut no matter whereI'm still stuck hereGod, Why am I so alone?Shine a light so I canFind you before I'm goneAnd everyone has given upOn looking for the real oneThat's hidden deep insideThe real person in meI know I'm not heartlesssI'm not usually this coldBut I can't stand thisThe train that couldCan't chugg on anymoreI tried to follow you,Where ever you were goingBut I couldn't keep upI couldn't keep runningI feel like I'm about to erupt.Please, wait for me!Because I couldn't seeWhere it is you went tonow I can't find youSo, I'm here right now,Where exactly is here?If you can't tell me,Then I don't know...So please come back,Because I'm so lostWithout you guiding meTo where I'm supposed to be.- Right now- Mindless Poetry '03- By M.W.M.
Classic 4-12Times change oftenand so do peoplesome sever ties of the pastfrom their present livessome people still live in itthe past it consumes themMany collect meaningful thingsto help remind themof other people, special eventseven of charished itemslike jewelry, baseball cards,even old automobilesSome think that with ageLike wine, they\'ll get betterIs it better to relive the pastOr to change the futureThis always seems to bethe classic questionfor an ever changing humanity.Classic --written byAristocrat
Death Has ComeDeath has comeNo one to save youYou feel cold and numbJust before the warmthSome say before deathYour enlightened for a momentWith knowledge of the worldTo know your true existanceFor someone to commit suicideHell is supposely like dyingOver and over continuouslyTaking the same steps every hourOf the hour on the dayForever and eternallyBut the first timeIs harder than the secondor the thirdA thousand deathscompared to oneIs it the regret?Is it the pain?Or is it the fact thatYour losing your sanityA little bit each timeYou shove the bladeInto your tender fleshTilt your head backAnd swallow those pillsWow, what a rush.But on the other handI hear heaven is prettyNow what do I do?Can't go back ya knowBetter rethink your actionsBecause at leastUnlike going into the unknownYou know what to expectIn this god forsaken world
Rave GirlSpinning in circles wildly while tipsyStaring now, mesmerized by your beautyAs you twirl about in a random melodious graceYour golden hair swishing about your faceYou prance about in the middle of the floor,No burdens or troubles can keep you downCarelessly throwing your body around and aroundSpinning in circles like a drunken gypsyWatching intently, hypnotized by your beautyAs you turn about in an entrancingly repetitious paceYour golden hair swishing all over the placeYou dance about in the middle of the floor,No worries or doubts can bring you downFreely tossing your body around and aroundI leave for the night, and I say my good byesWhile you float around like a group of butterfliesOn the carpet, like over a field of flowersThroughout the late midnight hoursI now lay restless alone in my cold bed,With imagines of you dancing around in my headLike a free spirit as you spin and twirlOh, how I wish I had danced with you rave girlRave GirlBy Matthew W. Moser
One That Got Away - ContestI remember that lusty smile on those pouty lipsas you stare at me with those big, innocent eyesstanding there fully exposed with nothing to hidewaiting for me to accept this side of youthe madness of my depression is overwhelmingas I feel you slip away through my aching fingersknowing now it wasn't meant to behere I stand fooling my own imaginationfilled with determination and hopethat one day just maybe,you will come back to menothing but memories to me this is all you areforever to regret but never to forgetpushing you into the back of my mindwhere only glimpses of you may surfacefrom day to day as I remember you asthe one that got away from meOne That Got Away --Copyright ©2002 Matthew Wayne Moser
Lust- Trickery- or Love part 2Lust , Trickery, or Condemned Love? (pt. 2)Having left her in torpor for well over a couple weeks, so that he would have time to do a bit of research and background checking on her. Having not found much but that of recent recordings.Aeric sat on the edge of the bed, as she lay there like a lifeless corpse, he examines her for a moment, pulling the silk shit up to her neck comfortably. He takes on a cold expression of death as he places his hand to her cheek, invoking her awakening with the power of his mind, and the blood that coarses through his viens. She suddenly sits up, gasping for air as if she were being reborn again. The slumber of the dead was not the easiest thing to go through when unexpected. To be suddenly thrown into a petrified state, to be left to nothing but only your thoughts which are for the most part circling about the assumptions of whether your still alive or not.As she awakens to find the pale, heartless Aeric hovering over her, his hand craddling her
Jayme arrives in AutarkisAfter the uneventful kindred activities and silence that swept through Seattle, Aeric took it upon himself to establish a firm grasp on the city while he had the chance. Seeing as though Tessa and Devo were no where to be found, he watched over their Nightclub, kept everything in check for the time being, incase they might return, he figure he would own a peice of their estate too. Ensuring his safety in the city of Seattle.Not long after he took over running the club, he met Jayme, a Kindred that seemed to match him every witty comment for comment. Aeric immediately saw her as competition in "his" city. So he approached her one night as she visited the club, her fame far proceeds her more than she had realized as Aeric joined her at the table with a sly, greedy, yet irritated smile as he peered across to her intently she asked plainly," .... Can I help you with something sir?"Aeric just grinned and shook his head slightly and stated,"Nay, I just came to introduce myself to the famou
Scratching the Surface+ Scratching the Surface +Pain and memoryone in the sametimes so horrible,cannot even be spoken of...things so terrible,why must we be tortured?Sadness and rejectionone in the sameits an infatuation,emotions with no name...its a saturation,of my weaker feelings...Love and promiseone thing you said to meforever we'd benothing but a lie,now I know...together we'd beI just want to die,where did you go?Meaningless and meone and the sameI don't knowwhat to say to youI don't knowwhat I should do,just like you...I used to have a purposebut thats just,scratching the surface.