Etrnl Storm

2008-08-28T02:11:00.001-07:00

Seven Sins Haiku
By BlackasRoses
Anna Maria Reasner

Flame touch feel want need
Forbidden is the apple
Secret Lover, Lust…

Hunger need want more
More and more never stopping
Feed Thy Sin, Gluttony…

Wealth power control
Wanting more and more always
Pay thy Debt, of Greed…

Despair thy lone soul
Sadness in thy heart controls
Cry softly now, sloth…

Anger burning pain
Succumb to evil my dear
Hell hath no Fury, Wrath…

Covet thy power
Yearn for that which is not yours
That ache of, Envy…

Above all, Vanity
Victorious in thy battle
I am perfect, Pride

2008-08-26T22:40:00.000-07:00

Me!!!!

2008-08-12T09:23:00.000-07:00

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2008-08-12T08:14:00.000-07:00

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Searching For A Future... by ~BlackAsRoses on deviantART

2008-07-20T21:02:00.001-07:00

My Fariy Manipulation Hope Ya Like!!

2008-07-17T15:53:00.000-07:00

http://blackasroses.deviantart.com/art/Alter-Ego-92010030
I hear your voice loud and clear
sharply edged with fear
I see you looking back at me
In the mirror I see
I feel your presence everywhere
in every fiber of my hair
I know that you exist in reality
But does that mean, i'm just a fantasy
I hide you from prying eyes
I tell a million lies
I try to shelter you
This is what I do
So am I a real being
Or am I just what you want people seeing

2008-07-16T02:22:00.000-07:00

Ooohhh.......
New little poemy thing, I have it on da too
You left me here...
I fell to the ground a crash rang out
Everything stilled...
I tried to scream
The Posion worked it's way slowly...
My Heartbeat slowing
You bent down over me...
Stole a kiss...

And left me to die...
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Deviant Feature~ Eyes~

2008-07-15T18:55:00.000-07:00

These are Eyes that I find Beautiful! I hope Ya Agree! These works are not mine

Theres Fear behind those Eyes by ~Liar-In-The-Glass on deviant ART

Blue Eyes by ~ThewZ on deviant ART

Eyes by ~LoathedHate on deviant ART

Blue Eyes by ~plasticPERFECTIONx on deviant ART
http://ta11u1ah.deviantart.com/art/Eyes-75387827

If I Close My eyes... by ~BlackAsRoses on deviant ART MY EYES

Closed... by ~BlackAsRoses on deviant ART

then 11 by ~Orilou on deviant ART

Just like Blood by ~Meijo on deviant ART

..::Silence is a Sound::.. by ~theonewinged on deviant ART

Visit Me

2008-07-13T04:05:00.001-07:00

DeviousGirl by ~BlackAsRoses on deviant ART

2008-07-13T03:32:00.000-07:00

Death Note MaraThon

2008-07-12T17:06:00.000-07:00

Okay so I am a total fangirl of L's & Lights, so I walk down to kwicktrip get like 25 dollars worth of ramen, snacks, marshmallows, and pop. Then I settle in with my computer to watch DEATH NOTE the lovely anime! I'm just mad to find out that SPOILER: L dies :(... But light returns to his deliciously evil self =^.^= Yay!!!!!!
More on L and Light later, maybe I might even do a little doodle!
I am like MisaMisa when it comes to these two!!!!!!!!!!
BTW I love the Lolita style that misa misa always dresses in!! Its like a hot topic add mixed with those old Victorian gothic dolls!!!

Death Note by ~sutinen on deviant ART

Just There...

2008-07-09T21:10:00.000-07:00

Empty it sits...
Teasing. Mocking. Intimidating.
Not being, Not Loving, Not Living, Not existing.
I wonder...
Would it fade into nothing if I left it there, Gone?
Would it shatter into a million pieces, broken?
I Look...
I see every detail, every flaw, every memory, every nonexistent breath.
I think...
for a while,
about this,
and yet I get no answer.
Silent It Sits...
I wonder how it can be, I look at it's essence, I think that it is beautiful.
I hope it answers me eventually, but for now,
Silently I sit, Just watching, wondering, thinking, looking, thinking, and becoming one.

What Hair Color???

2008-07-09T11:16:00.000-07:00

I change alot, clothes, styles, voice, room, art, etc.; So I am going to dye my hair *Again,* I need to choose what color, so here are some colors I have in mind. I have already been a brunette, with and without steaks and/or highlights. A Blonde like 4 times the latest being kinda orangey but early ones being very muted. Purple full for about one summer, and purple ends with brown/black hair on top twice. Right now I have 4 layers of color the first being a muted black, 2nd being dark brown, 3rd being kinda a hidden purple (already fading) and the newest is the last one which is super red but is fading sorta blondish. So Please Help!!
Contestant one Black Hair-

My Top Five Music Pics!!

2008-07-08T05:51:00.000-07:00

1-Katy Perry -

I kissed A Girl Song Rating- My Number 1 ONE 1 Video Rating- My Number 1 ONE 1 NOtes- I Love this video and song, it's exactly what I would do if I had the talent and resources. First of all the topic, brilliant it will be evryones guilty pleasure, second of all the video, the fan, the bed, the dancing, the pikllow fight, and the costumes are brilliantly pu together and are my tastes to the tee!!! I love this artist and hope she comes out with another album!! 2-

Charlotte Sometimes- Kill a Man...

How I Could Just Kill a Man (Charlotte Sometimes)

Video Code provided by MusicRemedy.Com

Song Rating- My Number 2 Two 2

Video Rating- My Number 3 Three 3

I Love the song, and the video could have been better but This still makes my list!!

Play-

~I Must Not Chase the boys~

Song Rating- My NUmber 3 Three 3
Video Rating- My NUmber 5 Five 5
I Love the song and the video, the bands a bit kiddish, but this is one of the few that is a bit dirty.

Pus sycat Dolls-

When I Grow Up...

Song Rating- My Number 4 Four 4 Video Rating- My Number 4 Four 4 I think the song is catchy and poppy and the video is great. I love their dancing!

Britney Spears- Toxic

Toxic lyrics - Britney Spears lyrics

Toxic Video - Britney Spears Music Videos

Music Videos by VideoCure

Song rating- 5 Five 5
Video Rating- 2 two 2

I love britney Spears no matter how crazy people think she is, she is talented and was and will be beautiful. The red hair works well on her the video is just right for the song, and is stunningly gorgeous!

I JOINED DEVIANTART.COM!!!

2008-07-03T10:30:00.000-07:00

Yay for me, I am putting up all my amateur photography and artwork there. Check it out!!
I am BlackAsRoses Plz leave a comment!

PHOTO Blogging At The Park

2008-07-02T07:27:00.000-07:00

Am I Beautiful?

2008-07-02T06:12:00.000-07:00

Without You Here

2008-07-02T02:48:00.000-07:00

When I Close the door you keep on coming through
Even when i close my eyes I can see the death of you
Even when I try to close my heart... I still feel
Even when I try to close my mind.. Thoughts keep on running through
I tell the world to stop... But it keeps on turning
I Tell The voices to shut the hell up... But they only get louder
I Tell them to hold it up high... But my world keeps crashing down
I tell the sun to fall and the rain to rise... But this is still reality
I Hope not to hope
I Try not care
I Try not to be human
So I close the door...then you kick it down

Journal Of An Immortal- Third Thought

2008-07-02T02:47:00.000-07:00

SAnity is fleeting. Our own made up worlds provide as much solace as we need, but not enough to substitute positive human interaction, a shoulder to cry on, and someone to tell your secrets. Especially in an immortals mind, thoughts run wild, deep, and never ending. Living forever can be kinda mind-wracking. Eternal Life, Not something they have specialists for; I told this bartender once about my estate in Gaul a few centuries back, he stared at me strangely and as I went on he had me driven home in a cop car, he thought I was a crazy drunk, in my defense I was completely sober, sort of. To make matters worse, it is improbable, practillay impossible, to find more than three immortals in one place, exept New York where there is like 10, so no chance there. Also if we tell anyone our secret we get put in the asylum, burned at the stake, tested on, or ignored. I told this girl I met that i was immortal and she was totally cool with it, but it turns out she already knew and needed my blood for some strange ritual, she was a Win Witch (The Bad Kind), she almost killed me that girl. The only other time I told someone I got sent to the insane asylum, then accused of taking drugs. Bloody Lovely friend Huh? If you need help feeling what we feel, well imagine a mind filled with demons of past crimes, tortures, torments, tragedy, loss, rage, hatred, envy, and memories of friends long buried. Try keeping that caged up in your mind. They say that some of the most influential philosophers, artists, poets, sadistic murders, and insanity cases were immortals. I wonder why? (Notice the Sarcasm.) Sucky way to live, Alone.

Journal Of An Immortal- Second Entry

2008-07-02T02:45:00.000-07:00

Humans have wanted to live forever, in perfect beauty. Throughout history humans have searched for the fountain of life and the secret of youth. Elizabeth Bathory bathed in her victims' blood for hopes that it would make her stay young forever. Stories about endlessly beautiful vampires intrigue us all, drinking blood absorbing energy and living forever in a perfect body. Just to note, Humans are idiots. Imagine being you for eternity, each day blending into each other, your best friends, first loves, and family wasting away in front of your eyes. Watching Empires Rise and fall, seeing mistake after mistake, and hiding away from the world, shadows swallowing you. Would you really want this, choose this life. For some this sounds like Paradise, for others Hell, for me, my torment. A year for you is well spent, learning, doing, experiencing, and changing: In an immortals year, only one thing happens, jealousy. We see a family laughing, we feel jealous, we see a young couple smiling from the inside out, our eyes turn green, we see humans do the exact same thing their ancestors did, make mistakes, and we want to shout at them to do something right and envy them for they ignorance. So our solution, stop feeling. By the age of 200 or so the immortals tend to start to lose their humanity. Lost their souls have some. To me losing my humanity would be like losing myself. Another danger in immortality is that immortals tend to think rules and laws do not bind them, that they are above mortal decency. They will commit murder in a room of a thousand people, and let themselves get caught. What is a 100 years in jail compared to an immortals life span? So final question, would you want immortality?

Journal Of An Immortal- First Installment

2008-07-02T02:44:00.000-07:00

I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't exist, I shouldn't have her. I shouldn't have the life I have, yet I still live this life, I still exist and I still have her. Without her I would die, because there would be no reason to chaos, no life in living, and no color in the art of words. I am supposed to be dead, but I am not. I was born in 16th century France. I live in the 21st century, and I will cease to exist after the universe is long gone. I am powerful in many ways, but so weak in some. I walk down an alleyway and ponder my thoughts, If my mind was on paper, no one could read it, yet everyone would try to decipher it. A person can blend into the light just as well as the shadows, and light does not always equate to good, and evil does not always equate with the dark. Flowing through my mind, unread is the story, unopened is the door, and unexplored the cave. Not a vampire I am, but an immortal, in soul, body, and mind. I go to a school, I sit with the outcasts, and I get insulted by the popular people. I fall in love and I crash hard. A soul I have, contrary to belief. You may think I am insane, and you may be right. I write to release, to escape, and to face reality without cowering. Stories like mine are not interesting to anyone but the person who exists within.

The First ... Chapter.

2008-07-02T02:42:00.000-07:00

“Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster, and when you look into an abyss, the abyss also looks into you." ---Nietzsche

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~Him
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Chanting it was everywhere, as soon as she (familiar I thought) stepped across the threshold of the dusty Victorian parlor. Engulfing everything, words Apon words, melting into each other, like a thunder clap building and never stopping. It was building up intensity so much that her body shook and her head ached, it was not heard through her ears, more likely it was heard from the very marrow of her bones. She sank down to her knees sobbing, ready to relinquish everything, if only the chanting would stop. It did. Just like that as soon as it broke through her defenses, it stopped. Silence, sweet blissful nothing. She lifted herself up with unsteady movements and sniffled back her tears. The room was dark pitch black, but one could clearly make out the shape of a mirror, it looked ancient and she soon lost herself in her pale reflection. Someone, something, was with her in the room. She was afraid to turn around, so she cautiously tore herself away from her own reflection and looked closer at the mirror. In the background, just behind her she could see a luminescent face. A child’s sweet innocence. She turned around, slowly but surely, and a sweet voice glided through the still air, strangely though it sounded as if the sweetness was being forced, as any moment the voice could become a roar. The voice was singing an old nursery rhyme; from the look of recognition in her face she knew it well …
“Ring around the rosy
Pocket full of Posy
Ashes, Ashes
We all fall…”
The voice did not finish the song and the frail body the voice belonged to started to violently shake, she started as if to help but one look (More like a glare) from Her/it/whatever and she shrank back into the corners. I tried to get a closer look at the eyes that she was so afraid of but I couldn’t.
I almost revealed myself to the girl as I tried to look, but then I noticed what I thought as of child was no longer a child, the wispy hair was growing longer, thick and matted, the pale skin was melting away, revealing scaly red skin. I almost laughed, it looked like a mini-Godzilla, but then I choked on my laugh getting cut as abruptly as it had come. The once frail frame was now bulging with muscles and the nightgown it had been wearing was in shreds. She (Looking beautiful in her terror) stopped moving, frozen in shear terror. Then IT, singing in the same voice of the child, started the rhyme again,
“Ring around the rosy
Pocket full of Posy
Ashes, Ashes”
It roared the last line,
“WE ALL FALL DEAD.”
The room started to crash in on itself, the creature still staring at the girl. Then it noticed (with its’ fiery eyes) the falling debris as it rained down on them, the creature screamed with all its’ monster lungs. As soon as the creature stare was broken, the girl ran, ran for all she could. I ran after her.
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~Her
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As soon as I left the old house, running as though Hades himself had come to claim me, a rush of bitter wind made me stumble down the steps and barrel down the eerie street. Something had followed me, I realized as she heard faint footsteps getting closer, I was afraid to turn around, but I had to stop I couldn’t breathe. As I fell strong arms caught me and lifted me up, he carried me down the street almost caringly and when I looked into his eyes, I was stunned, not by his gorgeous looks(Yes, I noticed) but by his eyes. They were completely black, no whites. His unruly hair framed his sharp face; his entire look was composed of calm & confident stone. He carried me for a long time; I’m not sure how long. Eventually I fell asleep in the warmth of his arms. I didn’t acknowledge the fact that we were flying, nor did I notice that he, my angel, my savior, was a vampire.
The next thing I remember was waking up on a couch in an old studio. With him staring at me, he looked familiar, but I couldn’t think why. My head was too messed up to think. Then he spoke and I knew who it was. Darien. This wasn’t the Darien From school; this was a powerful in control and flawless Darien. It was as if he glowed his eyes were so piercing but with a slight hint of compassion. Still though, the one thing that still haunts me is those eyes eyes, not a shred of humanity in them that night.

Vampire Story Prolouge~

2008-07-02T02:40:00.000-07:00

The Back-story, prologue if you will.

No... It couldn’t be, he wasn’t dead. Was he? I didn’t know, for all I knew; I could be dead. My thoughts were hovering between nothingness and lunacy. I had never known my mind had such sinister places, I thought I knew myself, I thought I knew the world, I thought I knew him. I was mistaken.
I started to sit up and was amazed at what I saw. I saw my run of the mill walls, my usual bookshelves, and my typical clutter. I was in my room; strange, wasn’t I fighting for my life not even a second ago, was not the only thing I truly wanted gone. Apparently not, it must have been a dream, or so I hope. I get dressed and walk downstairs, slightly on edge but everything seems to be okay. My life was like it was before I met her, before I met him. It was weirdly comforting. So, I guess you have no idea what I’m talking about, and anyone who reads this will think I’m crazy and need a big white padded room, but if somebody reads this, I’ll be lifeless by then. When did this all start you may ask? Well I met this girl, strange, weird, and a little bit sadistic at times. Perfect, Right? She was awesome, she knew so much about random things, she could tell me the most random things and say it in such detail and smartone that she sounded like she knew what she was talking about. She said strange words all the time and was so hyper crazy around me but then tell her to talk to another human outside of school or family, and she went still and scared to death. To protect identity’s I will call her Bela. Sounds nothing like her. Well, Bela was weird, but she was so not there that I wished that I was her, careful what you wish for. She could take insults with a smile and call you ugly and fat in her high squeaky voice without blinking. The next thing you know, she’s rambling on about something in her deep librarian’s voice. I never really did hear her true voice. She also dressed abnormally, like she wasn’t used to what we wore; now I know why. I am spending so much time on Bela because this is where everything started to go wrong. After a whole two school years, I knew her pretty well, that is until I found out she had a brother, or at least that’s what she called him. Again name change I think he fits Darien pretty well, tall dark smart and charming. But don’t forget, bloodthirsty, inhuman, cold-blooded killer, and lets not forget the person who damned and saved my life all in a single night. If you want to stick to the ways of the common human than don’t read on, if you want to know horrors beyond imagination, I still recommend not to read and possibly a shrink. I am NOT a good writer so don’t expect this explanation to be a good read. Interesting, Maybe… Creepy, Hell yes.
I am writing this to tell people what really happened, not what the government or the “Bad” people would cover it up with. So the day I met Darien. First day of 9th grade and Bela walks in with a tall dark mysterious, and did I mention handsome; guy. She knows me well and knew what I was thinking; she punched me in the arm and told me he was her annoying brother, back from some private school. Since when you did you have a brother, I stared at her in question and she explained, adoptive brother. What grade I asked him, Bela answered for him, ninth grade. I almost squealed in excitement, I get really weird around tall people, especially dark haired silent types. He was in all my classes, even advanced English lit. , except for study hall, but that was good I couldn’t focus on anything with him in the same room. During lunch on the 4th day of school he had come to sit with us, but hadn’t eaten anything. When he left he dropped his notebook, I would have handed it to him or Bela, but they had both left school early, strange but not unusual. In the notebook, yes I looked I couldn’t help myself, was a scrap of paper with an address on it. Must be his I thought, I should return it to him I thought, God I need to stop thinking. So after I had gotten home I told my mum I was walking to a friend’s house, and it wasn’t a lie. I figured that Darien and Bela must live together; strangely I had never been to her house before. So I went over there, the first mistake of many.

~NIghtmare~

2008-07-02T02:39:00.000-07:00

Wrote this after A nightmare I had a year or two ago, enjoy!

With a whisper and a scream ..:

You wake up to find its only a dream

From the depth of your fears

As the morning nears

You try to erase it from your mind

Only to find a world unkind

With a whisper and a scream

You wake up to find it's only a dream

From the depth of your fears

On the verge of tears

The dark consumes all reason around you

You're trapped with nothing you can do

Every sound makes you jump and cower

Nothingness seems to have all power

Your mind is full of doubts

That anyone can hear your shouts

No mommy or daddy to chase it away

Only morning can make this yesterday

You reach for the door

Which is no more

Than you wake up and walk out fine

But maybe you won't be, next time

An old anger poem/song/lyrics thingy

2008-07-02T02:30:00.000-07:00

Put on a happy face make the pain disappear wipe away the tears shake their hands, answer their questions all the while holding back screams it makes me want to laugh they think they have it so tough they think I am weird they think that they are the only ones with problems well………………THEY ARE WRONG
anger is sweet, I don't wanna let go Pain is painful, I don't wanna feel Love Is hard, I don't wanna try but I still have to, Still have to Put on a happy face face the world, well I hate people Put on a happy face wipe away the tears hide away the fears ignore the pain fake the love and put on a put on a Happy face they can't know anything so put up a wall guard yourself from them put on a happy face and pretend to be normal I don't wanna pretend I don't wanna fake it I don't wanna hide behind a wall I don't wanna put on a happy face for them I DON'T WANNA, I DON"T WANNA
but I gotta do what I gotta do, make the pain disappear wipe away the tears hide away the fears ignore the pain fake the love and put on a put on a Put On A Happy face!!!

I Do Not Understand

2008-07-02T02:08:00.000-07:00

There are many things in this life that I do not understand, such as blacks not being being black, most are brown, a minority of them are truly black in color. Secondly in why when people are dead, they are dead. Why is it that life functions stop: and Why does the mind essentially disapear? What happens when a person dies? Then does the mind join the life functions, is it but an action of an organism or is it spirtually converge with another plane. Speaking more of life now, why are some people rich and some people not? Why are some economically and socially challenged? Just like our paternal insticts make us instantlly crave and protect younger members of species, many cute litte baby animals and young children are adored and cared for. I have a theory that we have a superiority instinct, as in a bully, we feel that we need to make another living thing feel lower, inferior, to thus prove our worth and such. Control, Love, and comfort are the things that a human need to stay sane. Rape victims lose control of their sitiuation and thus deprive thier brain of much needed stimulation, as in case many rape or abuse victims tend to go off a bit. Love is lost, gained, wanted, and stolen. Stalkers exist because their mind craves the perfect love a love that which can not exist. Comfort, food, bed, cleanliness, work. We also have another craving, pain. WHich in fact answers one of my questions; Why do people hurt themselves and others subconsiously or otherwise? I find that in pain we find relief, first stage is the fact that we have control and can submit wholly to one thing, pain, second stage is relief. In music a note alone is not enjoyed, put many notes together and you find a mind stimulating enjoymen method; Why? To answer this think this way without reward a job or life is pointless, one note without another is just noise, good without evil is insane, and pleasure without pain is infuriating. Rich kids act out rebel and get themselves into painful situations because their life was deprived of it. Some cutters may do so because they have become insensitised, numb, to the pain other human beings cause them. I do not understand how humans can enforce laws and moral compasses apon every being? A human should be able to act humanly, and like it or not. The root of humanity is murder, gory and unmerciful, a life, full of work to stay alive, and the small pleasures, usually considered sins among the "Civilized Folk." I do not understand our resistance to our animal instincts, a vampire that does feed on humans, a tame leopard or any wildcat, a being who resists is denying a part of their existance, and that is Trully crazy-making!