Valentines day... By Starlight

Oh how I like the thought of romance on valentines day.
It always fills me with glee.
oh how I love valentines day....
The day of love and harmony.

I love the flowers I love the chocolate
I even love the cards
I love the thought of getting them
One day I hope I will

My heart always leaps on days like this...
No wait that's a hiccup
but never-the-less I love today
Even though I'm all alone

I tend to wish for happiness
for all couples celebrating
And as I see my friends stroll off
Their girls they will be mating

As I walk through the night
I look up at that big old sky
and ask the question everybody asks me...
'What planet did I come from'?

I shrug my shoulders and wander home
I stop at my front door
for my last hope on this fine day
is I hope I've got my key's

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Alone at last
that's what I say
nobody around
such a perfect day

no voices I hear
no fussing or complaining
no voices in my ear
asking for the impossable

The house is all mine
I run it as I please
Suprisingly tidy
putting me at ease

Alone at last
glorious
Alone at last
Damn I'm bored... -.- 

Ode to a Furry

The mask is cracking,
my will to pretend fading fast
my reputation means nothing
if it's my sanity at stake

I don't think inside the box
You couldn't really say I even touch it,
I'm just a regular guy,
who masqurades as a fox,

I've been 'furry' all my life,
just never had a name before,
I've played all sorts of games,
some with the girl next door,

Pretending I'm innocent or nice
is a insult to your intellegence,
I think it's plain to see,
that I talk online with mice,

This poem is teh suck,
I've been trying to make it rhyme,
I can't seem to give it a pattern though,
but really, who gives a ..... 

I stare into the Mirror,
a false reflection stares back
a mask that hides the real me.

I cover my face in clensing waters and stare down at my salvation.
The tempting sharp blades sit before me, begging me to cut away the falsehood.
I press the sharp metal to my face and the mask falls away with ease,
I look down at the soiled water and then up at my reflection again
I continue...

Pressing the blades to my skin again I feel reborn,
and as I come to finsh my task I hear a cry in the distance
"Come on Steve, haven't you finished shaving yet?"

November, December, January.
Oh how I hate thee
Three months etched on my mind,
three months of picking at healing wounds,
making them bleed once more.

November,
The month of creeping insanity,
the month of hate,
of bitterness
of seeing your face and wanting to kick it in.

December,
The month of old sorrow,
the month I greive
for a blossoming love that was pruned by the reaper,
never forgetting your face,
Still wanting to trade places.

January,
Bitterness, pain, hurt, anger reside here,
The loss of the woman who was more of a mother then my real one,
The anger at the way she was taken from me,
99 years old, but still stolen away in violence,
unfair, unjust.

Just me on my own now,
hiding behind my personal shadows,
hiding from the world,
not out of fear,
just waiting for the right moment to pay what's due.

Days of lazy bliss, just chilling in the sun
Drinking frosty drinks and eating sausages inna bun
BBQ’s and Pool parties
Ice-creams and fairgrounds
Always so much fun.

Bloody wish I was a kid again to enjoy all that

I'm far from perfect,
I'm not tall
only small
I'm not strong
I look bad in a thong
I'm smart
but bad at art
I'm not too good with common sense
and I'm very often tense
but I'm me
and just that thought fills me with glee
after all it could be a lot worse
I could be you, then I'd have to curse...

24 hours to live
22 years alive

Quality of life poor
Living a full life

Low Intellegence
Straight A student

A contridicting life,
A life of Chaos,
My life.

Walking late at night, coat flowing around me as I look at the stars, thoughts running through my mind, my mortality... the people who are better then me... dying all around...

If you like me,
you tempt fate

If you love me,
you will surely suffer,
My legacy of death,
My Brother,
My friends,
My Girlfriends,
My Grandmother.
All a memory
all a dream...

Rest in my arms my dear,
for I am death made flesh
and my kiss is deadly.

Burning

It burns,
the painful sensation of nerves and senses alight,
the eruption of flames licking against my nose and eyes
feeling my face about to explode, and then the respite and salvation that follows
I rest panting and wincing
no scars befall my flesh as the burning and hot sensations leave me
I think to myself
think of what went wrong,
think of my mistake,
I open my mouth to speak

God damn it all that was too much mustard!

Civillisation

The same old chant of life sucks is heard
I chuckle and sit back
The same old whine of "I hate this world"
I smile
These voices I hear
that tell me life is bad
I listen to with a grin
and nod my head again
I wonder what it is
that makes these people curse
Life is a gift
not a parcel bomb
but why is it that I laugh?
and why do I feel pity for these disillusioned people
Do they really hate life?
or this culture of greed and lust?
this 'civillisation' of needs and wants
this childish desire to own and control
our media tells us
that materialistic gain and sexual gain
are all that we ever need
greed is good,
Lust is everything
we are told this,
And so, that is my reason for not feeling sorry
that is the heart of my laughter
I feel sorry for those growing up in this power hungry world
left naked and defensless to the wolves of lust and greed
is it any suprise that self esteem is low
when the good and the kind are pursecuted
and the greedy and the lustful are roaming free
yes, I laugh, I find it funny
well don't you as well?
after all, what's not to laugh at?
It's our fault it's like this anyway.

Remembered
To the woman who raised me,
the lady who made me who I am,
You are here forever,
You will never leave.

To the one who cared for me when I was ill,
and the one who comforted me when I was sad,
Thank you for letting me be part of your life.

To the best grandmother, and friend I ever had.
We were, and forever will be
a part of each other.

I will never forget you
I will always remember.
I will always love you.

Steven.

Fanny Lily Hampson 19-7-1902 - 11-1-2002.
Rest

As time ticks by I remember what I was,
as I sit here now I know who I am
and as look into the distance I see where I want to be
Some day.

Ode to Cassie

Heya girl how ya doing?
It's me the crazy English guy,
you know, the one who get's insanely jealous
the guy who's got 1001 innuendo's

I just wanted to say how wonderful you are,
and how you make me feel so hppey everytime we talk,
Your like a breath of freash air to my stagant day,
In short your my best friend.

Poem - Ice queen

Oops, I messed up again,
I said something I shouldn’t
Or did something wrong,

I’m sorry I made you mad at me
I’m sorry I hurt your feelings
I never meant you hurt you

Yeah right now here’s the truth

I say what I say,
I do what I do,
I am who I am
I make no apologies for that,

But if I have to disgust you,
Or I have to annoy you
Just to get a response,
Just one little hint of emotion,
Or that I bothered you in some way
Then it’ll all be worthwhile.

I love with all my heart
I SHOW what I feel
I don’t stare blankly or act like it’s nothing
If you cut me do I not bleed?

But if I were to cut you
Would you bleed?
Would you even notice?
Or would you smile and kiss me
And say it’s ok.

I don’t want Ok; I want a sign that it bothers you
I want to get a rise out of you
I just want something
Anything that shows you’re not on autopilot.

If you love me, slap me when I do wrong,
Don’t just forgive me make me sorry
I Know you love me, you tell me all the time
But I feel blocked out by your impassiveness
You love no longer shows.

Will you shed a tear for me when I’m gone?
Or shrug as usual and walk away

This one is very odd but none the less make no sence and perfect sence.
I sleep
Nothing
I wake
I dream

Thoughts overlap reality like sheets of paper,
sometimes the paper is so thin you can't distinguish the two,
I saw you smiling at me
But were you there?
I watched the children playing on the street,
yet the street was empty.

Is this real?
or am I dreaming?
I can tell reality from fantasy
Fantasy is more tangiable

To Die Again By Arcane Angel

Oh but to die again,
Would be such a wonderful rest
To many it would seem but a feign
But to me it would be a vigorous death.

To lie beneath the cold dark Earth,
To sleep with my long lost companion
Would make this life seem but worth,
No more then the fallen grain of sand.

Though rest is a much-needed desire,
I long for your vampiric touch,
Your fangs did please my burning fires,
But now my fire burns too much.

I am but a lost broken soul,
You have left forgotten in the living plane,
Now I live my life to pay the toll,
Longing to retire to death again.

dark circles

as it comes around again
I feel my heart feel blacken again
the coldness of guilt
the stains of blood
It'll never change
they say I must let it pass
but even after so long
it comes around again
Time is a healer they say
but what would they know?
they don't have the blood on their hands
I do

Loss again.....

What did I do to deserve my pain
what is this life I lead
you told me you were seeing someone else...
why after such a short time...

our time was short
a few weeks at most
we were even laughing this morning

but to see you with him
it just makes me cry
my heart has shattered like glass

Time

Time is infinite,
My patience is not,
How long must I wait here?
How long must I sit?

A call to say you’d be late,
Or even to cancel.
Something, anything
Nothing is a pain…

Yes, nothing is a pain
The fact nothings happening
Or the fact you treat me that way
Yeah nothing is a pain
Sums it up sweetly I think…

Depression

Some call me weird
Some call me freak
Others stay away
But I don’t care

You wish to know me?
I don’t think you do
Once you truly know me
You will hate me

You say you won’t
But I know better
The one person that knows me
Hates me so much
Good job that person
Is me