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Table of Contents Haikus About Vampires


My Puddin’ and I


The Night We Met


The Way You Make Me Feel


Your Guardian Angel


The Nightmare Before Christmas


Long Distance Relationship


The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You


A Vampire’s Life


Gen Con


My Deepest Secrets




Love Letter to Mark Hamill


Prince Lestat




Losing Grip




When Love and Death Embrace




An Afterlife



Haikus About Vampires I am the darkness. Stalking people in the night. I am a vampire.

Running through the field Faster than the speed of light, Wind hitting my face.

I am thirsty. I'm searching for the crimson blood. I need sustenance.

I can feel the blood Coursing through my veins like wine. It soothes savage souls.

I am standing here Looking at the dead bodies That surround myself.


My Puddin’ and I So many years We’ve been together. Just you and I. What could be better? I remember That fateful day we met. I was just a young doctor And you were my patient, my little pet. I was so fascinated by you. You were the one I wanted, The one that I knew that if I didn’t choose you, I would continue to be taunted. Naturally I fell for you, Because I felt a connection between us. All this time, no one knew The real reasons of your madness. I had ta take you away, Where no one could hurt you. A place for us ta stay, So I could always be with you. I stole some “toys” And gave myself a brand new look. Just ta give you joy, I’d do everything it took. So many adventures, So many laughs. A few big pictures Of ourselves, along several street paths. Causin’ chaos and crimes Wherever we go, No matter the time There’s always a show. On our seventh anniversary, I made you a pie. I even sang you a song, With no particular reason of why. 3

I sang, “Happy anniversary, Mistah J. Yer really swell and okay. It’s seven years to the day. Take the night off, let’s play.” Even though you sometimes hurt me, And even try to kill me, I still can’t help but want to be With you, your one and only - truly. You’re my puddin’, My sweet, sweet angel. I’ll forever be loyal and lovin’, Always willin’ and able.


The Night We Met I still remember that first night we met. It was my birthday. A Monday, beginning of the week. Towards the end of summer. Night time. After only talking and knowing each other For a little over a month. It was a bit later in the night, And all of my friends, except one of my best friends, had left. You were supposed to be there a few hours earlier, But couldn’t get off work early like you’d hoped. The heat and humidity had dwindled down some, At least enough that it was bearable. The moon and stars were so beautiful shining in the sky, But clouds kept blocking them from sight. I saw your white car pull up. I was so excited and nervous. When you got out and started walking towards me We both smiled and said Hey. Then we hugged for the first time. It wasn’t even that awkward Like most first hugs are. It wasn’t a long, tight embrace Like they are now. But it was still a good, decent first hug. Not too tight, but also not too short. We hung out in the garage for hours, Just sitting and talking, With H.I.M. and Emilie Autumn playing in the background. My friend would come out to talk every so often Because she couldn’t sleep and would get bored, But for the most part she left us alone Because she knew I really liked you.


I didn’t wanna push anything though Because you had just gotten out of a long, serious relationship. I knew what that was like, And understood that you were gonna need time. I was perfectly fine with us just talking and hanging out. I was just so glad that you were there, And that you were actually able to come. We sort of laid our heads against each other And sometimes against the other’s shoulder, Even trying to kind of lay down on each other While still sitting and leaning in the chairs. It was really cute and sweet. It made me even happier. But finally after getting you to stay another hour, And then another, And another one or two more again, You had to leave. You had work in the morning, so I understood of course. But I didn’t want you to go. And I could tell you didn’t want to either. Partly because I was helping you forget about her And you were actually having a bit of fun, At least for a little while that is. We hugged each other tight this time. Except we didn’t let go. We kept holding on, Occasionally saying things like I don’t want you to go. I know. I don’t want to go either, but I have to. Yet still we didn’t let go. We held on longer, Slowly moving our heads closer and closer. First to where the sides were touching, Then our foreheads were against each other. Until finally, our lips were practically touching, Our breath grazing each other’s faces.


That was just the first half hour of our hour long goodbye. Then suddenly, you kissed me. It wasn’t one of those quick goodbye kisses That some couples do when in a hurry. It was like what most first kisses are supposed to be like, Long and meaningful. We kissed for what seemed like only minutes, But really ended up being another half hour. My heart and mind had been racing ever since you’d decided to leave, But now my heart was pounding even harder, Like it was gonna jump out of my chest. And my mind was all over the place now, Wishing you could just stay here instead. I wanted this moment, this night, to last forever. It was so amazing. I was extremely happy. My whole body felt a bit weak From all the emotions coursing through it. This was one of the best birthdays I’d ever had. Finally we stopped, Still holding each other. We smiled and laughed a little, I saying You’d better go or you’ll never leave. I know. And with that we hugged and kissed once more. We let go, And I backed up towards the house a little. We said goodbye, I telling him Text me when you get home so I know you’re ok. Ok, I will. And then we smiled and you got in your car and left. I waited until you were gone, Then went inside smiling, Knowing that this would be a night That I’d remember forever.


The Way You Make Me Feel I love the way you hold my hand, Whether we’re walking side by side Or seeing our favorite band. I love it when you touch my face. Just a brush of your hand Makes my heart race. I love it when you hold me close. Even the shortest embrace Can mean the most. I love the way you kiss me. No matter where we are It’s where I want to be.


Your Guardian Angel I can see and feel All the hurt in your eyes. So alone and so real, The past never dies. I can see you still Dying inside. The pain that fills The heart that you hide. I know how you feel. I know what is real. They say time will heal, But that’s only if you want it sealed. I know it may seem That I don’t understand How it feels to want to scream And make everything stop on your command. But trust me I do. I’ve been in your shoes. I know how it feels. I’ve heard all the fake spiels. They claim that they love you. They claim that they care. They say they’ll never hurt you. No, they wouldn’t dare. But inside you know It’s all just a lie. Still you take the time to show That, for them, you would die. Until one day it all Goes up into smoke. So you curl up into a ball, Because you’ve lost all of your hope. So you lay there and cry, With your insides and body killing you. You just feel like you wanna die Because there’s no one around to come to your rescue. 9

But now you don’t need to fear. No more doubts or tears, ‘Cause I am here. I’ll always be near. I’ll be there To wipe away your tears, To always care And chase away your fears. I love you With all my heart and soul. I love everything you do. You make me whole. There’s nothing in this world That I want more than I want you. You make my mind whirl, And my body feel like it’s coming unglued. You make my heart race, And my eyes look at you with awe. Every time I see your face, I see no flaws. You are my guardian angel, This I know. Even if you feel all mangled, I can feel it in my soul. Just as I will always be yours. Love always matures. You, I will always adore. Obstacles, we will always fight and endure. Together we can make it work, No matter how far away we lurk. Whether we’re right next to each other or miles apart, I’ll still have you with me in my heart.


The Nightmare Before Christmas (Inspired by the movie) I, Jack, the Pumpkin King Have grown so tired of the same old thing. Year after year It’s the same routine And I grow so weary Of the sound of screams. Somewhere deep inside of these bones An emptiness began to grow, That calls out for something unknown. There’s something out there far from my home, A longing that I’ve never known. The fame and praise come year after year, Does nothing for these empty tears. But who here would ever understand That the Pumpkin King with the skeleton grin Would tire of his crown, if they only understood He’d give it all up if he only could. Although I'd like to join the crowd In their enthusiastic cloud, Try as I may it doesn't last… What’s this? There’s something very wrong. What’s this? There’s people singing songs. What’s this? There’s color everywhere. What’s this? There’s white things in the air. And there’s a smile on everyone, so now correct me if I’m wrong This looks like fun, this looks like fun! Everyone seems so happy. Have I possibly gone daffy? Oh, could it be I got my wish? And in my bones I feel the warmth that’s coming from inside. I can’t believe my eyes, I must be dreaming, Wake up Jack, this isn’t fair. What is this? Christmas town...?


It’s a world unlike anything I’ve ever seen And as hard as I try I can’t seem to describe, Like the most improbable dream. There's so many things I cannot grasp. When I think I've got it and then at last. Something here I'm not quite getting, Though I try I keep forgetting, Like a memory long since passed. Here in an instant, gone in a flash. What does it mean? What does it mean? I've read these Christmas books so many times. I know the stories and I know the rhymes. I know the Christmas carols all by heart. My skull's so full it's tearing me apart. Or perhaps it's really not as deep as I've been led to think. Am I trying much too hard? Of course. I've been too close to see. The answer's right in front of me. Just because I cannot see it doesn't mean I can't believe it. And this year Christmas will be ours! It’s ours this time. Time to give them something fun They'll talk about for years to come. I don't believe what's happening to me, My hopes, my dreams, my fantasies… What have I done? What have I done? How could I be so blind? Everything's gone all wrong. But I never intended all this madness, Never, And nobody really understood, Well, how could they? That all I ever wanted Was to bring them something great. Why does nothing ever turn out like it should? Well, what the heck, I went and did my best. And by God, I really tasted something swell. And for a moment, why, I even touched the sky And at least I left some stories they can tell. 12

And for the first time since I don't remember when I felt just like my old bony self again. And I just can't wait until next Halloween 'Cause I've got some new ideas that will really make them scream And, by God, I'm really gonna give it all my might!... And after that night, things were never the same— Each holiday now knew the other ones' name.


Long Distance Relationship One life. Two hearts beating as one. Three passionate kisses. Four hands exploring. Five long seconds of embrace. Six months I have known you. Seven pieces of clothing on the floor. Eight days and nights I have spent with you. Nine weeks forced apart. Ten plus hours spent talking each day.


The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You From Vampires Will Never Hurt You To Na Na Na and Sing, I’ve loved you guys For ten years. Ten years is a long time, Half of my life. All those years listening to your music, But never getting to see you, except once. Almost six years ago, I was just barely over fifteen. You were playing on a big tour called Projekt Revolution, And lucky for me, it was stopping to play here. Or so I thought. I had recently gone to my first concert, Just a month before this one. The friends I had gone with promised me I’d get to go with them again. I was so excited, Waiting for the day. But the days went by, And the concert grew closer. Long story short, I didn’t get to go. I was devastated. My one chance to see my favorite band was gone. Or was it? Almost two years ago, I received another opportunity. It was like being given a second chance. I was ecstatic, completely filled with joy. Naturally, I bought a ticket For the closest to the stage I could get. If I was gonna see one of my favorite bands, I wanted to be up in front, where we could see each other.


Not only was I going to get To listen to them play live, I was actually going to be close to them, Physically see them with my own eyes. It couldn’t possibly get any better. Or could it? The day you guys were gonna be here Was Mikey’s birthday. The rest of the crowd and I Would be the special ones to sing “Happy Birthday” to him. The day came and went so fast, But it was breath-taking. What I wouldn’t give to Live that day once more. You all came out on stage And I began to cry. I still couldn’t believe That I was seeing one of my favorite bands. And up close too. I screamed and screamed The whole way through, Singing my lungs out To every song. Dancing and jumping along To all of your songs. Taking as many pictures As I could get, And a few videos and song recordings Here and there. And when we sang “Happy Birthday” to Mikey, It was one of the greatest honors. We even sang it twice, Just to show how much we love him. I had the time of my life. But unfortunately all good times come to an end...


Your music never disappoints me. Each album is always the same yet different. I don’t think I could ever Get enough of you guys. You’re always someone I can turn to No matter what mood. Whether I’m sad, angry, Or even happy and just wanna party and dance. I’ll be a killjoy ‘til the end.


A Vampire’s Life I am the one Who is dark and cold Looking picturesque and mythical Like an unknown god. I hide during the day And come out at night. I creep up behind you And take you by surprise. I am unbelievably quick So there is no way you can escape me. I grab you from behind You try to move, but find you can't. I lean toward you. You try to look away But you can't because you're mesmerized, By my ungodly beauty. Now I'm breathing on your neck And you stiffen up your body. You are frozen in place, More helpless than ever before. My teeth sink into your skin And I can taste you. I can sense your essence And feel your blood running through my veins. You're getting weaker by the second. Your body becoming numb Until you finally succumb to darkness And you are just inches away from death. I lay you down on the ground And leave you there to die. You take your last breath And then you are gone. It's all over now. What seems like a few minutes, Actually took place Within only a matter of seconds. 18

I go along roaming the streets, Lurking in the shadows, Just waiting Until my next victim comes along.


Gen Con Here I am again, One of my many second homes and families. “The Best Four Days In Gaming” They call it. And it really is. It’s been the best four days of my life The past few years now, Filled with lots of laughs, friends, and fun. There’s always something to do. So many games, From cards and board games To video and arcade ones, Scattered throughout the building. A variety of events Around every corner From panels to movies, Even dances like a masquerade ball. So many people dressed in costume, Cosplaying some of their favorite characters From their favorite animes, movies, games, etc., While others stop them to take their pictures. And amongst all these people, there is me. I happen to be a part of both groups. I’m portraying my favorite character Harley Quinn. Being stopped by random strangers, Who could be considered more like friends, than some people I know. All just for one picture, another memory. But if you get stopped for one, Be expected to stay there for two…three…or even fifty! Everyone likes to jump at any given opportunity To get a picture of someone cosplaying. You practically become a living statue!


That’s how my day started. It was Saturday, Halfway through the convention. Time felt like it was going by so fast like it always does. It had only been an hour And I had already had probably fifty pictures taken, When out of the blue A guy dressed as Deadpool came over to me. He pulled me over To a huge group of cosplayers Who were all posing For an even bigger group of “photographers.” People came and went from both groups For about thirty minutes. However, I was one of about ten That stayed for the duration of the little “photo-shoot.” That is how we all met And became the greatest friends. We stuck together Throughout the remainder of the convention, Adding a few members to our Batman and Marvel group Along the way. We went on many different adventures To a variety of places. From walks down the street And going out to eat, To blocking the halls for people to take pictures And dancing at the ball. We had the time of our lives. I just wish it wouldn’t have had to end. But there’s always the next year, And we still have other ways to keep in touch. But nothing will ever be better Than that one special day That we all met. The day that changed our lives forever.


My Deepest Secrets It has been over seven years Since I manipulated my dear Harley Into becoming a better person, Like me. It was really too easy. I told her I had an abusive father. That and the one about the mother who abandoned me Are always good ones that get me a lot of sympathy. I knew the father one would work better Because her mother treated her in a similar way. Then again her father did abandon them… So I guess it really wouldn’t have mattered which I used…but, oh well! However, ever since then I haven’t been able to get rid of her. She’s practically attached to me At the hip, like we’re a couple or something. Well I guess I have myself to blame, Just a little. I do put on a very convincing façade To make sure she doesn’t try to switch sides on me. But generally, I’m always trying to get rid of her somehow. Whether it’s pushing her out of a tall story building Or trying to bomb and leave the city without her notice. She just always gets in the way. Whether she’s handing me the wrong gun Or even bothering me while I’m working On a new plan of how to get rid of Batsy. But at the same time, She kinda helps keep things together. Sometimes I think I’d be lost without her, But don’t tell her I said that. Don’t get me wrong, I do somewhat “care” for the poor kid In some ways. She kind of grows on ya after being around for so long. 22

I wouldn’t say I love her though. The only person I love is myself of course. We may act as a couple, But we most certainly aren’t one. Even though there was that time When we “adopted” little Robin as our son… So I guess in a way we are, But I’ll never admit that to anyone, including Harley. My main concern, Other than myself, Is Batman. My own little secret obsession. He’s like a special hobby of mine. Although I’m always trying to kill him as well, What would be even better is if I could twist that brain of his like mine. I would love to see him just suddenly snap one day, Just completely lose his mind. He’s already close enough as is, Why with losing his parents and me killing Jason. I am very positive that one of these days, Whether it’s sooner or later, His mind will finally snap, Too warped and broken to withstand any more burdens… Oh, silly me, I’m rambling again. I tend to do that quite often. I just get to talking and I can’t help myself. Now where was I? Oh yes, Harley. I guess to finish up my thoughts on the matter, She’s an alright kid. A bit of a pain at times, But really sweet and caring, Even helpful sometimes. What’s a crazy clown to do?


Sleep You always seem to hide from me, With no explanation of why. You just come and go as you please So I just lay in bed thinking of him. I think of him lying next to me Holding me tight, Whispering sweet things in hushed tones, And kissing my cheek really light. Every time I look in his eyes Or am in his tight embrace, A sense of security and safety washes over me Like not even a fly could harm me. I think about all the memories we’ve shared, Both the good and the bad. Some cause laughter and lots of joy While others cause pain and tears of sadness. No matter what the emotion I still cherish them all Because without even one of them Things might not be as they are now.


Love Letter to Mark Hamill Dear Mistah J, I hope it’s okay for me to call you that, Considering that is who you are most known for portraying. And with me being such a huge Joker and Harley fanatic, I figured it would be fitting. Although, you’re also known for being Darth Vader’s son, And even the evil Hobgoblin from Spider-Man. Sometimes you play the hero, But the villain is more your cup of tea. However, I mostly love you Because of your Joker impersonation. Well, it’s really not much of an impersonation anymore. It just comes so naturally for you, And everyone pretty much refers to you as the Joker. I just love hearing my puddin’s voice. It’s like a dream come true, My favorite person being brought to life. Of course, if I were to ever meet you, I’d probably be acting just like Harley does— Always all over Mistah J, Striving for his affection and attention, Just so completely in love and total happiness. I hope someday we could have the pleasure of meeting. It would be oh-so-much fun With lots of insane antics and laughter. Oh, and if we ever do, “Please, call me Harley. Everyone does.”


Prince Lestat My “life” has certainly been an interesting one. I seem to have it all. Fame, fortune, good looks… And immortality. Yes, you read that last one right. I am a vampire. I drink human blood To stay “alive.” Trust me, I’ve tried animal blood once, And it wasn’t very good. It also doesn’t have enough sustenance – So I don’t recommend it as a substitute. I never age. I stopped aging centuries ago When my maker Marius made me Into this thing that I am today. I even can move faster than the blink of an eye. One minute there and the next I’m gone. The good looks are what really help out a lot. I mean, how else am I supposed to catch a meal? Sure I could outrun them and pin them down Without hardly any effort, But it’s much easier and more fun To woo people with your beauty. Beauty, immortality, strength, agility. All these wonderful “gifts” Bestowed upon me. As for the fame and fortune, That’s another story. After centuries of sleeping, After Marius had abandoned me, I awoke to a rather different era, Where I found myself being drawn to a strange sound, Playing in my old house.


This wonderful music Intrigued me. And the ones playing it were all so beautiful. Naturally, I had frightened them By showing up unannounced, Out of nowhere. When one asked me Who the hell are you man? The question provoked an irresistible urge. I am the vampire, Lestat. I couldn’t help myself. It just rolled out of my mouth. And with that simple sentence, I had betrayed my kind’s one secret. But I felt I had hidden in the shadows long enough. I was tired of living a life of discretion As Marius said us vampires lived. And from that moment on they were my friends, My children, my band. I had given the world a new god… It was something I’d always wanted, With all my black little heart. I knew I was risking my “life,” Putting myself in danger. But there was a thrill in doing so. It was fun for a while, But after some time it gets lonely and boring. You just want to get away from it all And be with someone who makes you happy, Someone that makes you feel “alive” again. But I had no one. Sure I had my band mates, managers, and fans But I needed a companion. Someone to share the rest of my existence with. Yet at the same time, I was the loner type.


Marius had always taught me I only have myself. He always was a bit paternal. But after being gone for 200 years, And not a word from him, It was a little late for him to be going all paternal on me now. Then I met her. Jesse. Something about her Just drew me towards her. I never understood why Humans seemed so beautiful until I met her. But then I realized, It was because she was human Was the reason. Her frailty, her short years, her heart. All that, seemed suddenly more precious than anything I had ever known. I tried to reject the feelings As if they weren’t real, Like they were false because of that reason. It wasn’t until Akasha, The queen of all who are damned, Had wanted me to kill Jesse, That I realized I truly loved her. Jesse wasn’t afraid, She had wanted to be like me, For me to let her be with me. But at the time she had asked me, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t make her into a monster. Yet I had to do something now, So I just weakened her To where it appeared as if she was dead. Then I turned on Akasha along with the rest of the Ancients. Maharet was the one to take the fall. She drank Akasha’s last drop, Putting her in a deep sleep, Turning her to stone.


Then I rushed over to Jesse. I was so afraid That she might not have been able to hold on, But she did. I should’ve known she would. She is a strong girl. And from then on we’ve been happy. We’ve shared every single waking moment With one another. And we will continue to do so, Traveling the world For all eternity.


Fallen “What if the one person you were meant to be with could never be yours?” - Fallen by Lauren Kate An innocent girl With a tragic fate. A curse of love and death, And no escape. Her name is Lucinda Price, Or Luce, as she prefers to be called now. Such a petite and beautiful girl, With gorgeous black hair. So why is it that such a kind, pretty girl Was so damned to such a horrible fate? All because she fell in love With me, a fallen angel. From then on it was like a never-ending cycle, Like a rollercoaster that just keeps going. Every seventeen years after she dies, She’s reborn again. And so the cycle continues… She’s reborn. We meet around her mid-teens. We fall in love all over again… Then within the next few years, She dies and I’m left to mourn yet again. She always dies the same way each time. She just suddenly bursts into flames and disappears. Almost as if she spontaneously combusts And then evaporates or dissolves into thin air. She also has no recollection Of me or her past lives during each new life. However, I decided to tell her During this most recent one.


After I told her, She made it her mission To learn more and break the curse. Oh, by the way, Luce has the ability to travel through time To various places. She has a very rare gift, Where these cold, black blobs called announcers Are drawn to her, And she’s able to manipulate them. She can change their shape into the form of a screen To show the specific memory they are carrying, Or she can make them into a door And go through them to another time and place. She used this to her advantage, To learn about her past lives and experiences, To see if she could find a way to change things, So that we could always be together, And live a happy, somewhat normal life. I tried to stop her because I was afraid Something would trigger her death. But I couldn’t help but wonder, Since she had lived longer than any of her past selves. I went in search after her, At first to stop her But then to help and protect her. And to our surprise, there was a way to end All of this madness, this unfortunate curse. And now we can finally live happily and peacefully. We still have to be aware of our enemies, Since what we have is still considered a forbidden love to some. But at least we can actually stay together, Instead of having to fear that the end could be near.


Losing Grip Round and round Inside my head. Your voice the only sound As I lie here in bed. Your face, The only image I see. Losing my place, Searching for my sanity. The feel of your kiss Making my heart race, Mixed with feelings of bliss All gone without a trace. The feel of your hands Running through my hair, Pushing away stray strands, While we lie here and stare. What I wouldn't give To call you mine. A reason to live Just one more time.


Trapped So many thoughts Swirling through my head. Can't explain How I'm feeling. My emotions are going out of control. My body has lost all proportion. Stumbling through each day, Just trying to survive this place. I don't know What's going on. Could it be I've lost my mind? I can't see. I can't breathe. Somebody save me From this hell. I'm trapped inside With nowhere to hide. Left all alone To contemplate. Contemplate myself. Contemplate my life. Contemplate everything inside of and around me. Contemplate the good and the bad. Should I just give up? Should I do myself in? I honestly don't know. I can't even stand. I can’t even think straight To answer a simple question. I can't tell right from wrong Or this from that anymore. It's all just one big blur, Like a dream, Like a figment of my imagination, Just a whole lot of nothing. 33

But somehow I sense a bit of hope. I can see a light down at the end of the tunnel. It seems so close yet so far away, Like it's just barely out of reach. I can hear a voice Calling to me, Telling me not to leave, That it'll all be okay. Just give it time, It says. It'll all work out In the end. I can just make out the sound. Now I hear that it's his voice. It's the voice of my angel, Such a beautiful sound. Now I know That I don't need to be afraid anymore, Because I know that that time will come, When I will reach the end of this tunnel. And right there at the end He will be, Standing there, Waiting for me.


When Love and Death Embrace (Inspired by H.I.M.) Kill me, I cried and love said no. And at that moment I knew I was out of hope… Love’s lies cruel Introduced me to you. Love’s violent tune From me to you Rips your heart out and leaves you Bleeding with a smile on your face. The kiss sweetest And touch so warm. The smile kindest In this world so cold and strong. The arms safest And words, so good. The faith deepest In this world so cold and cruel. I love your skin oh so white. I love your touch cold as ice. And I love every single tear you cry. I just love the way you're losing your life. I adore the despair in your eyes. I worship your lips once red as wine. I crave for your scent sending shivers down my spine. I just love the way you're running out of life. We are so young. Our lives have just begun, But already we're considering Escape from this world. Your tomb is where your heart is, I should have told her, But within me hid a secret so terrible. Your home is where the dark is, I should have told her Embrace the fire indestructible.


From lashes to ashes And from lust to dust In your sweetest torment I am lost And no heaven can help us. And we sense the danger But don't wanna give up 'Cause there's no smile of an angel Without the wrath of god. Love's the funeral of hearts And an ode for cruelty, When angels cry blood On flowers of evil in bloom. The funeral of hearts And a plea for mercy, When love is a gun Separating me from you. This world is a cruel place, Took me from you. Through all the emptiness that had become my home. This life ain’t worth living. To cry is to know that you're alive‌ To die is to know that you're alive. It's heartache every moment With you. In joy and sorrow my home's in your arms. In worlds so hollow It is breaking my heart. We're breathing only to fade away. We're running just to get caught. If I should die before I wake, Pray no one my soul to take. If I wake before I die, Rescue me with your smile. I never wanted to fool you, no, But a cold heart is a dead heart And it feels like I've been buried alive by love.


I know it hurts too much. I know that you're scared. I know you're running out of trust Wishing you were dead. I know it and I feel it Just as well as you do, honey. It's not our fault if death's in love with us. It's not our fault if the reaper holds our hearts. So close to the flame Burning brightly. It won't fade away And leave us lonely. In your misery You're not alone, So come share your tears with me And witness it all go wrong. Won’t you die tonight for love? Baby, join me in death. And love's heart is death For me and my poison girl In this poison world. The coldest kiss love ceased to exist. When love and death embrace‌


Change “Whether you like it or not, you're in the middle of a war that has been raging for the better part of a thousand years. A blood feud between vampires and lycans. Werewolves.” - Selene Michael was different, Unlike any of us. I knew from the very beginning When he was drug into this war, Between us death dealers and the lycans, That things were going to change. But I never expected to fall in love with him… He did save my life though. A couple times actually, That first night we met. The night when things were forever changed. See, Michael is half vampire, Half lycan – But stronger than both. What we call a hybrid. Vampires have blue eyes And look just like any other human. Lycans are like humans as well, But can transform into a huge wolf with black eyes. However hybrids, while they still look like humans, Have a mixture of both blue and black eyes And their body only alternates slightly, Including their skin turning black. Michael was bitten by Lucian, Former leader of the lycans, Then by myself When he was minutes from dying. He saved my life And I saved his.


A life for a life I suppose one could say. Viktor had wanted me to kill him, But I couldn’t. I don’t know what it was But I just couldn’t bear the thought of killing him, Even though he was technically supposed to be my enemy at the time. That is before I bit him, And proved the ancient legend to be true. The legend basically said That a true descendant of Alexander Corvinus, Who was the father to all immortals and the first of us, Would have the correct genetic code for a perfect alliance of the two bloodlines. That was proved to be true once I bit Michael And he transformed into the being that he does now. Together we defeated and killed Viktor. And together we have remained, Leaving our previous lives behind And continuing on this unknown journey to nowhere. “Though I cannot predict the future, the consequences of this night will reverberate through the halls of both great covens for many years to come. Two vampire elders have been slain, one by my own hand. Soon, Marcus will take the throne, and a tide of anger and retribution will spill out into the night. Differences will be set aside. Allegiances will be made. And soon, I will become the hunted.” - Selene


An Afterlife “People once believed that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. Then sometimes, just sometimes the crow could bring that soul back to put the wrong things right.” - Sarah “It can’t rain all the time.” - Eric Draven They were all dead. They just didn’t know it yet. A year ago, The moment they touched her, My Shelly. The day before our wedding day, All Hallows Eve. They ripped away our lives Before we could ever start ours together. From the very moment I was brought back A year after our deaths, I vowed to avenge us and our lives. They would pay for what they had done. I would’ve much preferred I had been the only one to die, But I know that Shelly would suffer more without me. At least with us both gone We could be together in heaven. Well that is once I had fulfilled my duty on earth. I am grateful to the crow For having brought me back So I could pay back those low life scums, However, it just prolonged things, Adding more time before I could be reunited with my Shelly. Little things used to mean so much to Shelly. I used to think they were kind of trivial. Believe me, nothing is trivial…


But it wasn’t just Shelly I had to do this for. I also needed to protect Sarah. She always knew how to take care of herself. She had to learn young since her mother wouldn’t Since she was so hung up on Fun Boy and drugs. Mother is the name of God On the lips and hearts of all children… I saved her from the path she was going down, So that Sarah wouldn’t be left alone and have to live in fear. Victims aren’t we all… I took the four of them out, One by one. Leaving their leader for last. Pain is power… That’s how he died. I gave him all of the thirty hours Of agonizing pain that Shelly went through Before she finally passed on. Only after his death was I finally reunited with my dear Shelly. “I believe there is a place where the restless souls wander. Burdened by the weight of their own sadness, they cannot enter heaven.... And so they wait, trapped between our world and the next, endlessly searching for a way to rid themselves of their pain- in the hope that somehow, someday they will be reunited with the ones they love. If two people really love each other, nothing can keep them apart.” - Sarah


Notes “My Puddin’ and I” Stanza “Happy anniversary, Mistah J. / Yer really swell and okay. / It’s seven years to the day. / Take the night off, let’s play.” from episode “Beware the Creeper” from Batman: The Animated Series. “The Nightmare Before Christmas (Inspired by the movie)” All lines are lyrics from songs and lines from the movie and poem “The Nightmare Before Christmas” by Tim Burton. Songs used are: “Jack’s Lament” “What’s This?” “Town Meeting Song” “Jack’s Obsession” “Making Christmas” “Sally’s Song” “Poor Jack” “Closing” “The Jetset Life Is Gonna Kill You” Title is the title of a My Chemical Romance song. “Love Letter to Mark Hamill” Last line “Please, call me Harley. Everyone does.” from the episode “Mad Love” from Batman: The Animated Series. “Prince Lestat” Some lines from the movie Queen of the Damned. “Fallen” Beginning quote from the book “Fallen” by Lauren Kate. “When Love and Death Embrace” All lines are lyrics from songs by the band H.I.M. (His Infernal Majesty). Songs used are: “And Love Said No” “Close To the Flame” “Gone With the Sin” “Join Me In Death” “Buried Alive By Love” “Heartache Every Moment” “The Funeral of Hearts” “In Joy and Sorrow” “Death Is In Love With Us” “Poison Girl” “When Love and Death Embrace”


“Change” Beginning and end quotations along with some lines are from the movie Underworld. “An Afterlife” Beginning and end quotations along with some lines are from the movies The Crow and The Crow: City of Angels.


The Many Personalities of Love  
The Many Personalities of Love  

This is a poetry chapbook about love in general whether it is love for another person, holiday, thing, etc. Half of them are persona poems.