Best FriendsBest Friends-Undying friendship is the key,Happiness and delight, you bring to me.Advice is given when needed the most,Fun times spent, OH! The windy Cornish coast.Family or friends?, I really don't know,Love and respect, still continues to grow.Like the sun shimmering on a dark rainy day,Brings both colour and warmth, in every ray.Her ego never takes hold, always so methodical and wise,Her light of happiness, guides us on threw dark night skies.A shooting star of hope, knowing her dreams shall come true,Because I truly, faithfully, honestly, do believe in you
Her beating heart made fully, of both love and joy,Maybe to be given to a worthy, lovable and god-sent boy.But I shall see to him, that he is worthy of her time,I don't wish her to be harmed, I wish for no such kind.I shall always stand by her side,No matter what, where or who,Best friends for life,Emily
this is for you
Cold-Hearted Killer...Cold-Hearted Killer-Your mean ways show, through your heart of steel,No care, no friend, no love, no feel...Dead and buried these feelings are,Once a cut, now a scar...The victims of your evil, the silent runaways...To shed a tear of remembrance, of those better days.Torture and murder, Punishment and regret,Hatred and disloyalty, they'll never forget...Your angered mind and your so-called pleasure,Of taking women's lives, as if its treasure...That man who laughs at the sight of the deceased,Don't ever come round here...You savage beast!Cold Hearted Killer!We know what you are!So don't come here, meaning no harm.Again a delicate body, to be found only black,For you are a menace and that-is-that...
The Shining Knight...From under the light I saw your face,Calm and beautiful, even with grace.Your sunlit aura, that ray of light,Shall glow on through, my shining knight.My savour has come from far and wide,The secrets I know, in him I confide.The legends, the stories, which seem so un-true.*And yet he proudly stands before me,Showered in gold glitter and glory.*Knowing that the rescue, always ends, in two
A Vampire's choiceI feel this strange warm serge erupt inside me as a human walks past,Oh, that sweet blood smell which draws me in, so violently, so fast.I try to turn my predatory instincts off and walk away,But the video playback of my sister on her own life's decay
Her pouncing onto a helpless woman who let out a silent wail,And lashing at her throat with her long hind white nails,Cutting violently into her blood stream with her intercepting canines,Leaving tiny blood puncture wounds, upon her delicate necklines.I lick my teeth in remembrance of my sister and her continuous living breath.I don't feel right, walking among the livingWhen I am so close to death
My sister may have decided to moved on
but I have not.As I do not find entertainment or pleasure in killing and leaving them to rot.I want my humanity to stay intact,That's if I do have any left, to live on with
But just one bite can't be harmful can it?Just a scratch upon the neck?Just a little taste of plea
I'm fading... or am I falling?I'm fading or am I falling?Just knowing that you exist causes even more pain, to puncture my already failing heart.Your existence was the only reason that I breathed that polluted air, both in and out.Just like the sun lives to be born in the morning and to sleep at night.It was a lifestyle choice that I chose to live, because I couldn't live without you..But now that has changed, all too much.You left me in deep depression and the way you dealt with it was to leave me on my own.What an idiotic person you must have been...As I escaped your evil grasp, and look at me now!Walking down the high street with my gorgeous girls
with not a fucking care in the world!Yeah! You can come crawling back,But I know it will result with even more personal attacks.And then to leave me on my own and pretend as if everything's alright.Well I have news for you... I have found another and he loves me.And he doesn't leave me in my time of desperate need,I know this, as he helped to build
The Diary Of A Lil Rich KidThursday 4th SeptemberGreat.Only 4 days left until I have to go back to school.There are only a 3 good things that come from this.1)I get to see all my little rich girl friends.2)I get to pick out a new school uniform, normally the pleated black skirt, fishnet tights and a white short-sleeved shirt and as a present from my mother, she is buying me a Black Gucci tummy belt, special edition, can't wait!3) I Get to see the LMS BoysBecause I go to a private school, girls are kept away from boys. Which is a deep shame due to the amazing amount of cute boys next-door.Personally I think it's silly.We should be able to mix with the opposite sex, so we know how to deal with them later in life. Father and Mother say they like it that we are split apart, so I can't be distracted from my future; Mum whispered to me that boys are a waste of time anyway. But I strongly disagree
I have only ever had one boyfriend because I have never really gone out by myself into Windsor. Dad says it'
The Diary Of A Little Rich KidThe quick download on my acquaintances!Anna-Maria is my ultimate best friend.We have been at LMS together for the last 3 years, 3amazing years.She is the only girl that seems to understand me.It has nothing to do with the fact that she is just as rich as me. She comes from the same part of the town (which is Windsor and that the two biggest houses here, are mine and hers)We also talk in the same Posh / normal accent as each other. We act and talk posh when we are meeting new people, throwing great parties and when we are at school.But as soon as we are at home, the snobby girl stops and the normal can't be bothered to do anything girl comes back. (Its called being a lazy teenager mum says).Last year, we both got our parents to fund a huge "Protect the whale" Campaign, because Anna-Maria and I both wanted to do something to help the world and as they are on the endangered list, we couldn't just sit around.It took a while to convince Anna's parents due to there beliefs, that we s