Biography of Kailee Williams
Let's see...what to say about myself? There isn't much. I am a high school graduate, on my way to college in the fall, where I will major in psychology and minor in English/creative writing. (Obviously, I love to write.) Someday I want to teach a creative writing class.
I was fourteen years old when I joined PoemHunter. I am now seventeen years old, and I think it is safe to say that I have evolved dramatically as a poet. I have left some of my older work up for you to read and compare to my newer work. I appreciate any feedback you are willing to give about my poetry (though please make sure it is CONSTRUCTIVE feedback, as I do not handle insults or rejection well) .
Thank you for taking the time to check out my writing. If you wish to view some of my other work (including short stories) , please visit http: //kingdom-killjoy.yolasite.com or look me up on LiveJournal (username is kailee_killjoy) . Thanks again! I hope you enjoy my work.
Kailee Williams's Works:
Kailee Williams Poems
A Vampire's Love
Living alone in darkness; My lust for life grows less and less. Eternity is my only master. The sweet taste of your blood makes my heart race faster.
The sounds of a Vampire stalking its prey and a werewolf crying to the moon are music to my ears each night and day, hoping that I may join them soon.
They walk and hide in the night. Living in shadows and shame, fearing the light. They are beautiful, clever, and tart; Their pale skin as cold as their heart
I'm looking back on these last few years. Why aren't you here to calm my tears? Blood from my wrist stains the ugly carpet on my floor. I take on last glance at my closed bedroom door.
The Bonds Of Eternity
I cannot die, yet I also cannot live. Never again will I see the sunlight, feel the warmth it has to give.
I've cut myself to watch it bleed, to punish myself for my deeds. All I want is to escape myself, to put my mind back on its shelf,
How Could You?
How could you... make me smile with a single glance and make me shiver as we danced, only to rip out my fucking heart
Death is as pale as a vampire's flesh, and it sounds like a heart slowly beating, nearing expiration. It has the flavor of dry bread.
He calls to me in all my dreams; My spine tingles at every word,
Love Of A Lifetime
How many songs remind you Of the love we used to share? How many moments do you spend Wishing I was there?
From Here To Eternity
The Months and Years go by So slowly it
You are my angel of the night; your wings are those upon which I soar. You have lifted me with all your might, and have helped me find my inner core.
A Dance Of Souls
I Still see Us dancing, Your lips meeting
Rosa Della Morte
Love is the brightest pink of the purest pink rose and the softest music played from afar. Its taste is as sweet as chocolate-covered strawberries. It smells like the air after a fresh rainstorm
I'm looking back on these last few years.
Why aren't you here to calm my tears?
Blood from my wrist stains the ugly carpet on my floor.
I take on last glance at my closed bedroom door.
As I stare down at this tear-streaked paper,
My thoughts begin to fade, becoming like vapor.
I lie down on my bed for the last time,
And let my final thoughts of you fill my mind.
I look around at these four black walls,