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Name: Wolfess Rose
Country: United States
State: North Dakota
Metro: Fargo
Gender: Female
Interests: I like numerous things, as well as dislike. Likes: Razorblades, blood, chains, fishnets, leather, lace, MUSIC (rock, emo, metal), guitars, drums, computers, anime galore!, fangs, vampires, favorite colors are black and red, torture and caring, lust and love, some of my favorite bands are: HIM, 69 Eyes, AFI, Marilyn Manson (my god), Rob Zombie, Rasputina, In Flames, Agathodiamon, Death Cab for Cutie, Necktie Suicide, Obsidian (my cousins), Cradle of Filth, Android Lust, Kittie, KoRn, Evanescence, Deftones, Depeche Mode, and many more, also like Emily Strange, Lenore, KoRn dolls, Invader Zim, and other creepy dolls.
Dislikes: Judgemental, Hypocritical, Narrow-minded people, I'm an Anti-Christ Pagan so I do not believe in "God", I hate pink, and I hate preps and posers, I'm not all for government and I do not like politics. Other dislikes will come with time, as well as likes.
Expertise: Expertise, huh? Well I don't know if I have one, I just do things I enjoy doing, whether I'm good at them or not. Some include: Writing, poetry, music, playing guitar and drums, drawing (dark things and anime), reading, and computers. Anymore, come talk to me.
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message me
MSN: sapphiradrgn@hotmail.com
Yahoo:  gothikchik_66@yahoo.com
Member Since:
4/21/2005
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| For a while I will be posting poems that I have not. They are older, but not by much. I'm not in much of a mood to talk about my personal life...reason being: it's confusing, and hurts like hell. So on with the poem. One a night until the older ones are out of the way. Enjoy and comment.
Broken Heaven As love sings its song,
We fail to sing along,
and close our eyes against the pain. But as death sings our song,
We eagerly sing along,
and our hearts are torn apart again. As hope rings its melody,
We grow deaf to its lullaby,
and the tears trickle down much more. But as shadows play our melody,
We sway to their soft lullaby,
soothing us to sleep upon sandy shores. Love can be like heaven on earth,
Yet when shattered hurt like hell,
When the demons of sorrow give birth,
To heal your broken heart only time can tell. Wolfess Rose 04/23/07 | | |
| Hello my freaky darlings, it has been a while. Much time has passed, and with time comes many events. So far, all is good and well enough. The end of the school year is fast approaching, for exams are next week. Three days of 2-3 exams a day that last 90 minutes. What joy. Well as (nearly) always, I have a poem for you. I see that last post I said I had three others set aside to add, and I will...later. Here is my latest work of art, hope you enjoy it. Critique, comment, question, whichever your heart desires to do, and I shall post again. Writing in the dark,
Wolfess Rose
Get Away From Me Stabbing my heart
when no one can see
feeling your arms
so tight around me.
Crying so hard
I can't even breathe
and all I can hear
is that you love me. So stop torturing me
tear out the rest of my heart
splash the curtains with blood
quickly rip me apart. You put a shiny silver bullet
through my angry head
turning all the darkest thoughts
to the deepest of reds. Crucifying my broken heart
with your sick twisted thrill
you never once loved me
not before, not now, nor ever will. Quit playing games with me
stop acting like the victim
oh now I can truly see
your intricate web of lies. Please go away
go and leave me alone
stop claiming you care too much
turning my heart to stone. Let this pain end
saying you love me too much
to just be friends
you lying bastard you never did. Jaggedly cut the ties
disintegrate your steel hold
block out your endless lies
just get away from me. Wolfess Rose May 19, 2007 | | |
| Who should I apologize to for not writing in so long? I wonder, seeings as many of my once faithful readers have long since gone. More things have happened in such a short period of time than my heart could handle at one point. I trusted a girl, and saw something in her I thought was understanding for a beast, a creature such as myself. I was wrong, my vision was right but my interpretation was extremely wrong. I told her of my true nature, warning her that her life was at stake if she told. Now she is angry for me for some unghastly reason and I am afraid she may talk. Well if she does it's her head, not mine. I've learned my lesson, most humans are not to be trusted! Well to those who still read what I write...Here is a poem for you. I have 3 others at hand but I shall post them later. Wolfess Rose
Blood Red Wine In the darkness of the shadows,
In the center of the pain,
The two forgotten lovers,
Open their champagne.
And again they fall in love,
Like they have so much before,
Their love isn't whole, it isn't right,
But yet they long for more.
The wine leaves stains upon the ground,
That nothing can erase,
It looks like blood, it tastes so sweet,
It puts back color in their face.
The wine is gone and so he leaves,
He just goes away,
And she sits upon her knees,
And all she does is pray.
And then he comes back again,
To drink more of her wine,
And she always lets him in, again,
She knows it won't be fine.
She lets him in to drink from her,
To take away her pain,
All she does is pray and pray,
That he won't come back again. The End ||Hope you enjoyed it. Comment if you wish.|| Blood Kisses, Wolfess Rose | | |
| Well despite the fact that I only had one comment on my last post, from my dear Cheri that is, I shall keep my promise and put the beginnings of my new short story on here. Now I did say that I would later that day of my last post, but alas I wasn't finished editting it. I thought I was happy with it so far but I ended up reading it over and feeling it was rather bare, so I added about three more paragraphs to it. So...to those who have read it so far, this is the editted version of the beginning. Here it is; and comments and opinions are strongly recommended. »No title yet« A peaceful, quiet suburban neighborhood with its lightly colored, repetitively designed houses. Children playing in their neatly trimmed lawns, smiles upon their innocent, rosy cheek faces as giggles and squeals of joy expel from their young forms. In every flower box of every house blooms petal after petal of yellow, white, and pink daisies, lilies, and other types of natural beauty. Such a picture of American perfection, as every neighbor greets one another with a cheerful smile and a friendly conversation. Yet not every soul in this artificially happy atmosphere share the same feelings of merriment as all the others. One girl, sitting on the porch of her just-as-suburban-as-the-rest house, watching the other children of the neighborhood play in their yards, is that soul. Her tired eyelids, brimmed with tears she was amazed she still had in her, closed themselves against the torturing image of supposed happiness. She inhaled deeply the scent of cleanliness, the pure smell of floral aroma coming from nearly every garden in town. Drawing up her knees to her chin, she wrapped her arms around her denim-covered legs, as her eyes remained shut to the world around her. Just as a light breeze played with her dark auburn hair she began to hear sounds coming from inside her house, voices she could barely hear a moment ago grew louder as they traveled within the building. Now just beyond the front door behind her, she could make out the words spoken. "But Daddy, why can’t she just do it? I promised Cindy I’d go to her play today, I really don’t want to be late because of something that someone else didn’t do," complained a prissy, teenage voice. "Oh come now, my princess, I never said you had to clean the kitchen, I simply said it had to be done. Of course, she will do the cleaning, what else is she good for?" a deep male voice chuckled at the words he just spoke and continued shortly, "now you go get ready for your friend’s performance, Angie, and have fun." "Ok, Daddy!" with that she could hear her older sister bound up the steps to her room, quite possibly to take an hour just on makeup. God, I hate her and her bratty attitude, thought the girl. All she does is torture me with ‘Oh look at what Daddy bought me, too bad he doesn’t love you enough to get you nice things too, Emma’. The young girl sighed, wishing if only she didn’t have to go back in the house she lived in, but then again there was no one to help her. All by herself is how she felt, and that is how she has always been. Alone. Heavy footsteps proceeded towards the front door, breaking Emma from her quiet reverie. The door was opened with a jolting severity that told the little girl she was in trouble again. A tall, well-built man looked down at her with a look of disgust on his hard-etched face. Donning the expensive suit of a highly respected business executive, he sighed and shook his head slowly. "Get in the house, Emma," his stern disposition doing little to mask the underlying sneer that hid in his voice like a tiger about to pounce on its helpless prey. "Yes, Father," whispered the now frightened ten-year-old girl.
That is it so far. I shall work on it more today, yet tomorrow I will be studying for final exams. Again, thank you to my faithful minions for support and I hope you enjoy the story as it unfolds... *tips hat* Until later, my pets *walks off into the darkness*(™/©) -Wolfess Rose | | |
| To all my faithful minions: I glance at the date of the last time I wrote..."Wow," I exclaim to the empty room around me, "looks like I've been neglecting this site for a while, huh?" Well now I am working to change that. I have a week off of school, and even though semesters exams are soon, I have more than enough time to write for my faithful-yet-(I'm sure)-tired-of-waiting readers. Some, I regret to inform, have dropped me altogether because of my lack of time to post writings on this site. Well, to those who are still in my shadow, waiting for freshly written pieces of literature to come...I bid you my undying appreciation and gratitude. Now, I have been composing several poems, quotes, writings, and my greatly anticipated updates of Dead Diary, for all those who wish to read them. No, I had not abandoned writing altogether in my absense. Writing is quite frankly too much of a passion of mine to quit, just posting has been slow, not only on this site (my main) but on all of my sites. Therefore, I shall be updating later today, being it after midnight now. Farewell for now. *tips hat* Until later, my freaky darlings *walks off into the darkness* | | |
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