Defining Me

this is the poem that I read at the poetry slam last night and I scored a 24.5 out of 30. I would like to thank one of my friends for helping me with it, so thanks Khaine. mwa.


Who am I? Everyone else seems to know. You define me with your lables and your titles, your cliqucks and stereotypes, and yet you dont even know me.

You say I'm gothic, I'm a bitch, and I'm a whore. You call me an angel, a princess, and daddy's little girl. You say I'm I'm depressed, dark and evil. You say I'm sweet, I'm loveable, and I am beautiful. And it's apparent that thats all you really know.

You call me gothic, but do I look like abuilding to you?
You call me an angel, but do you see a halo?
You call me a bitch, but do you see me crawling around on all fours?
You call me daddy's little girl, but can't you see I'm a woman?

How can you say I'm depressed, dark and evil, or even that I'm sweet, loveable, and beautiful, if all you know is what you see, and all you see only goes skin deep.

~* Lady Blackthorne

THE SUICIDE NOTE

Things just
Havent been going the way
Everyone thought they would.
So many thing have gone so wrong. i dont
Understand how
I didnt see this
Coming. i guess
I wasnt ready to admit
Death was the only true
End to this
Never ending pain. there is
Only one problem with
This ending, i would have
End our life together.

~* Lady Blackthorne

Untitled

The sun never shines and the rain never stops, in this land of lost and forgotten thoughts. A small flame flickers and a tiny spark shines in the middle of this ruined shrine. Images dance in this tiny flame, revealing what memories remain. Smiles that drive each other wild, a love pure like the dove, and a happyness they cant hide inside.Rubble lay everywere, distruction I sight and yet this little flam burns through the night. This tiny flame is all this love has left, but somehow it cotinues to burn, hoping that one day the lovers will return.

~* Lady Blackthorne