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Love is like a crutch Gives you something to hold Makes an impression on your soul Sets a way you want to feel Love is like Hercules Strength and might Pushes out hate Dims out fright Love is insanity Tells you what to do Whispers in your ear I'm here for you Love is uncontrollable Honest and true Love is undeniable Like mine is for you

With a darkened soul And darker eyes I walk into darkness A foul surprise In the wasteland Wither do all Where once were kingdoms Now castles fall The journey through It cannot save For my darkest deeds Follow to the grave I've tried to let The light back in To save me from darkness And cleanse my sin

I walk around In this darkened land The only light left My small lantern in hand Toxic fumes of days gone by Float in my path Like the people of a tyrant I have felt their wrath It burns my lungs And scorns my skin This is the darkness I feel within The silver lining Was not enough To bear the load Of a life so rough

Sometimes I wonder What these words are worth These poems of love Of pain and rebirth Do my poems reflect Times that were worse Are they a gift to continue Or only a curse The rhythm and rhyme Used to make them Only can come From my darkness When it erupts In one powerful blast Words with feeling Come out at last As I wonder When will it end I write new rhymes To begin again

As the sun rises In the sky An amazing beauty Rarely passed by The radiance of the red sun Gleams in the sky Turns the blue horizon To a purple, pink beauty to the eyes Orange tint To the blue No other compare Except the night hours hue Ass the sun sets On a radiant day The wind blows And the trees sway Once again The sun turns gold And a story of beauty Once again told

As the leaves of Fall Turn gently gold The lifting breeze Still grows cold The sky turns A damp cold grey As the branches of trees Begin to sway The cold is setting in Things begin to die Winter ready to begin From the bleak Autumn sky The gentle white puffs Cascade from the heavens The cold setting deeper Nesseled together in dens The fire shoots It's dying ember The final flame One to remember As the months roll through December Tales told of yule lore Til child's ear are tired And they lay stretched across the floor

The Unlikely Chronicles of an Unlucky Vampire Rising Up Johnny and I were bouncing ideas off of each other for hours. It was almost time to call it a night. Before deciding to go to bed Johnny and I pitched a few more ideas. "Wait I've got it." Johnny said. "This isn't the nuke strategy again is it?" "No, no, no, it's a way better idea than that." "And the idea is?" "Well what if we just let the Sword and the angel duke it out. I mean they should put off a huge negative energy. The angel tries to kill them, they try to kill her, and we just clean up the mess." "That's assuming she kills them before she annihilates half the town

The Unlikely Chronicles of an Unlucky Vampire Falling in More Ways Than One I was just laying there in my bed. So many thoughts were going through my mind. A thousand things were flying though it: being a vampire, getting Johnny in this deep, being the target of a horrible rogue group that wants to make me ash and dust, and the girl I met at the bar. And unfortunately I wasn't sure that my priorities were in the right place. Even though I should be focused on the fact that someone is trying to kill Johnny and I, but all I could think about was the girl from the bar. Even after being blown up, I couldn't stop thinking about Abbey. After a

The Unlikely Chronicles of an Unlucky Vampire A Night on the Town After our run in with the Lycans, Johnny and I were a little worn out. After a good day's sleep we felt a little better and we had made it though most of the day with no assignment. The new week was starting to look up. By the sounds of activity in the city and on the news it didn't seem like we were going to have anything big to do for a while.  Johnny and I would have a chance to explore the mansion; I could try to talk to Dani, who knows maybe Johnny could even find a girl who didn't just want to drink his blood ."So if we get lucky enough to not get a job this week," Jo

The Unlikely Chronicles of an Unlucky Vampire Dogs Days It's been a little over a week that Johnny and I had been living in the vampire estate.  We had discovered, past all of the paramilitary gear; there was a bed room, big enough for both of us to live in.  We still hadn't been given another assignment, and liked the care free life style. I still hadn't adjusted to all the vampire changes. Rotating my sleep schedule came easy for me, but took its toll on Johnny.  He had quit his job, and decided to finish his last semester online. Mr. Donavin's limitless funds kept Johnny fed, and his blood bank kept my thirst under control. We were sit