Okay -- real : 1
not-real : 0

Hey, it's a good start. >.>

When you check me out, profile and such, what do you see -- and, of course, do you like it or not? Is there anything I can do to make it seem more 'real'? I just need to know if I seem 'real' to people, because that's what I want my first impression on others to be...


This is just testing out the waters, since this is the very first dating site I've ever been on. I'm far from conceited and I apologize if I come off that way...

^^

I'm glad people seem to like them.

Yeah. If you got someone else to take the picture it might look a bit better. ^^;
But yeah, keep the shirt off. :p

Azuroa No -- the beginning theme song to the anime "B lood +"

Thank you. The last one was written a little while back -- although the inspiration came from a lot of friends. I just thought they could find a better person than me to hold them up and just be around them when they needed an ear than me. >.<

YAY! SOME FEEDBACK!! ^^;
Thank you.
It's just a hobby that I really like. XD

Seriously...no feedback at all?
Even a 'wow -- this sucks!' ?!

Uhm...are they that bad?
... -_-; ...

Questions
No matter how close
Everyone’s not within reach
Its isolation
Every moment spent in this singularity
What is this atmosphere only I can see and feel?

Would my friends hear me if I cried out in pain?
Would my mother care if someone was hunting me?
Would my guy know if I was in depression?
Would anyone see…
Can anyone see…?
See behind the mask that is me?

Can anyone really pierce me?
Is it possible to get rid of this thought?
This idea that pricks my mind
makes it scream whenever I think I’m normal
Is there always something else
That I can’t seem to fix?
What is this thing that’s killing me slowly?
Taking my mind and soul, bit by bit…

What is it with me?
Why can’t I be just one of the crowd?
What do people see in this mask?
Or is it really me?
This girl with nothing but thoughts to offer?
This lazy, procrastinator, whiny, brat of a girl…

What is it that makes people interested in me?
What is it that they remember?
Why is it so hard to forget me?
Why can’t they just forget and move on to someone better for them?
How come they stay?

The answers never come,
No matter how many times I ask.
I guess I’m not meant to know.

The perfect lips part, hands outstretching to unfold the lies
Like the spider’s deadly web

She smells of deception and reeks of disloyalty
Warnings go off, but the entranced do not listen

An infallible deception, the flawless disguise
A face of love, the inner self pure and flaring hate
The fires of hell burn in her eyes

‘Friends’ abound, although as soon as trouble follows
they disappear like dust in the wind
leaving the innocent to fend against her

Once her slender, claw-like fingers find your neck
There is no escape from her numbing words and freezing touch
It will be your fate to die there, forever trapped in your own web
Eyes forever seeing your personal hell unfold…

Uhm... here's another one...

Bloody dreams recalled to life in waking
tears fall as the nightmares bare their dripping fangs
snarls shake the room and the odor of apocalypse precedes them
life and love forgotten

now

The thick mist of death blankets the senses
and all falls down to the deep failing cries not enough to save the drowning soul

The living
feelings of love, hate, pity, sorrow, tenderness
these are the powers that can banish spirits

Into their own personal hell

Another one...

R , T , H . Y . F .

Hoof beats, drum in the night
mimicking the pounding heart
run

The shouts of men, now not far behind
eyes shutting tight to try and block it all out
they’ll catch you

Footsteps rumble along with the hoof beats now
lungs screaming for air, wind-swept cracking lips open wide
hurry, faster

Chains rattle, words of protest clearly heard, “come back here!”
silver hair flies as the head shakes fiercely crying out, “no!”
you must get away

Hands suddenly find the fleeing arms, yanking them back
a pained shriek escaping those dried lips
fight!

Struggle begins … suddenly the hands melt away
cool air rushing past the face, gasping not heard in the sleeping house
“A dream…?” echoes through the room

I just thought I'd give it a shot and put some of my works up ... ^^;

A paling pink mouth helps harried lungs draw breath
tiny hands held over a bleeding and pulsing wound
mind focused entirely on one concept :
escape.

Dripping crimson lips and ever thirsty fangs
claws twitching in anticipation
the mad mind focused entirely on one concept :
sustenance.

Classic blond hair whipping behind her as she turned
sea-blue eyes glittering with her fear
one question pouring from her lips
why me?

Midnight black hair barely moved out of place in the pursuit
nearly lifeless gray eyes focused without relief on the prey
one statement pouring from his lips
because you were alone.

Scream silenced in an instant by brutal hands
wound reopened, sustenance taken and life fades
cadaver drops with a sound thump and the fanged mouth smiles
one last look, then the footsteps fade into now lifeless alley.