VampireLust666

Before I begin my story, there is a slight beginning, just a small entrance, just an opening question that will lead you into my world. Make you feel my pain, and see my life the way I've seen it. So here it is: how can a flat chested, nerdy, generally mild mannered girl, suddenly become a 36C, hated, trendsetter, choosing between 3 guys? Well here we go my adventure on how I went from that dork in the corner, to the front page on the rumor mills. Just a warning before we begin, this is not a pretty story, this will bring fear into the eyes of young high school students who may and surely will find themselves in the same trouble that I seemin

i'll push him away but it'll do me no good, a tough juggalo boy, born from the hood. he'll put on his face paint, i'll fall head over heels, hatchet forever, the deal has been sealed. one kiss and i'm done, lost control, on the run. they say we wont last, our religion is dead, one punch however, we'll chop off their head. for a juggalette girl, who was lost and then found, down with the clown, till i'm dead and in the ground. for a juggalo boy, flaunting his pride, cockiness spreads, we will not hide. were loud and were proud, we aint afraid to show it, were juggalos forever, and everyone should know it.

theres a girl hidden inside the paint, behind the black and white and jagged edges, behind the sharpness of the design and the dignity she wears with it. a different side of you comes out when you put the paint on. a different girl imerges and takes over, shes strong confident and proud. she gets the hate and shrugs it off, she doesnt care what they think, she knows that when she wears the paint she wears it proudly, shes part of a family that loves her. she doesnt know alot of her family (by the hatchet) but she knows theyre there. they respect each other and they respect the hatchet. she takes everything in stride and stays calm cool and co

he lies, every moment he says he has proof but you know inside, you want to scream, to rip his head off, it's too late though. the damage has been done, you spend the day having been torn apart by your decision. he acts like nothing happened and slowly as the day passes your anger and jealousy grows stronger, eating away at you from the inside out. he didnt even care, he hadn't cared. Finally you snap, you break it all, cut the strings and pull away. He still acts as though he doesn't care, as though nothing happened to him. Nothing had happened to either of you. It makes the pain stronger. Your anger grows harsh and the only thing that can c

in the Dark night,  She was alone,  wasting away ,in her very own home. on her soft bed of shavings, she fought back the pain, but all over her efforts, were sadly in vain. pressed to the ground, till morning broke threw, her body was found, it could not be true. barely she breathed, a breath so faint, nothing they did, could save the dying paint. a whinny marked the end of her life, nothing could save, my sweet midnight. she galloped to heaven, her soul started flying, her hooves were pounding, the angels were crying. her fur shone bright, as she stood snorting, under the pale moonlight. her wings started growing, her halo was gold,

In the dead of the night there are things humans neglect to see, things so haunting they would forever burn a vision of terror into our brains. Demented creatures with dripping blood and loose flesh clinging to the jagged edges of their razor sharp teeth. nightmarish bodies hunched and contorted as they ripped their way through our dreams, leaving a mangled bloody mess in their wake. Every memory of them in our minds however dissapear the moment we open our eyes, still heavy with sleep,to the seemingly equal fear of reality. Everyday humans come into contact with these monsters adn they never realize it, they leave the beasts to the de

Hand in hand We walk alone To a place, our home sweet home He looks to me, with a smile I can't help feeling it's been awhile In the clearing in the woods, I think to myself, it can't be this good Something feels right, something feels wrong, Being together it's been so long The way he smiles it cuts me deep, it's something that I want to keep Something isn't right though, from what his blue eyes show, The sky is black, he disappears, I cry out, eyes burned with tears They flood the rivers, and the streams, I rise in bed with a hollow scream My cheeks are streaked, my hands in fists All along it was him I missed, but somethi

Silver shining in the light Pressed to flesh So wrong, yet so right My mental reasoning as clear as mud Dripping rubies Streaming blood Razor glinting, sharp and precise My bad comfort in the darkest nights Blood and tears, hollow cries Don't reach their ears The pain makes me high, ready to fly Want it, need it, when I cry No one knows when I'm alone, Splashing red on my canvas of white Wanting, needing The thrill-full bite, The sting, the chill, my arm to warm With flowing blood Let my pain be heard.