Shade Rodieson

Bite me vampire drink my blood
I assure you it tastes good
I want to be a vampire too
I want to hunt for blood with you
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When I was a little girl I actually loved my Mother.
She was an angel to me Loving, Caring, The perfect Mom.
But one day something changed in her.
I no longer thought of her as angel but demon.
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As i look to the moon and stars in the sky
i think of that night when you killed me
As i run with you beind
you catch me and hold me back
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a girl expresses her sorrow and hurt

she takes a blade and cuts her wrist
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To care or not...
each day is like a snowflake almost the same but not quite
same as the days where i attempt to rank first striving to one day be unsurpassed by my peers. never the less im always outranked by my so called friend Grace. sometimes i wonder how she remembers everything she must not have a life but hah im really one to talk. glaring at her head after once more being surpassed, listening to the dull monotone of my geometry teacher i decide not to care anymore. not being one to sleep in class i somehow go unnoticed. i sleep through 1st and grab my homework hastily to avoid a confrontation with Mr.Monotone. slipping into the bathroom i put pale powder on my already pale cheeks. staring into the mirror i smile a grim smile and leave, my shadow echoing behind me.
i arrive at second period English just as the bell rings. i walk to the teachers desk slowly. Mrs. Grammar looks up at me worried expression on her face. Are you sick she asks, her mouth an upside down crescent moon. i nod without words. i watch as she writes a note to the nurse. My Golden Ticket.
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Days of darknes
Tears of Pain.
Forever falling.
Its my nightmare.
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To Care or Not.

Each day is like a snowflake almost the same but not quite.
Same as the days where I attempt to rank first, striving to one day be unsurpassed by me peers. Nevertheless im always outranked or outscored by my so called friend Grace. I find this okay to some point but when she brags continuously I want to duck tape her mouth shut to never again hear her voice. Sometimes I wonder how she remembers everything, she must not have a life but, im really one to talk.
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fresh mound of dirt
gazing at the stone
the little girl was five
not on this earth anymore
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The pitter-patter of my sister's feet as she skips down the hallway greets me.
So happy, so free her life untouched by darkness very different from my own.
The voice returns this time screaming Do It! DO IT!
Without thinking I slam my arms into the mirror hoping it will break, shatter.
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walking

Walking to
his house
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with blood drops on roses
from the nightmarish sky
with girls in black dresses
holding long pointy knives
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the birds chirping around me
the flowers in full bloom
i take none of that into accounting
my heart is broken this spring
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