Twilight

Jack The Ripper

2007-03-28T08:02:00.000-07:00

Jack sat under the stars every night. It was as if he was looking for something. He never

smiled till this night. There seemed to be something different about tonight. The autmn moon

was brighter than usual.

"Hey Jack. What are you doing? You know their after you." said John

Jacked looked at him with a glare, then back to the sky. He was mesmerized by the new moon.
"Whats wrong?" asked John.

"Tomorrows the day"

"The day for what?"

"When everything falls apart."

Jack lloked at John with a devious smile on his face. The way the moonlight hit his face with an

unusual glow. He looked like he had two-faces. Half was hidden by the darkness and the other

hit by light. The smile that went across his face was not the face of a sane man. It was the look of

a killer. A knife layed next to him in the grass. The blade was black by the blood of his victims.

John looked at the blade and back at Jack. He knew what Jack was doing was wrong, but Jack

was his only friend. The person that understood him the most.

It was Friday, August 31, 1888. The day Jack was waiting for. It was night time. Fog filled the

air. Couldn't see a thing. John was walking with Jack down the ridged road. Their clothes; dark,

white gloves, top hat, and a cain. They stopped walking and looked at each other.

"Jack do you have to do this today?" said John

"Yes. To I will be known!"

"Can we do it some other time? Today their looking for you."

"They won't catch me.?

Jack looked at John and ran off into the fog. As he ran off, the police arrived and arrested

John. They accused him of being the killer. until, in the distance they heard a lady scream. The

officers looked at each other and back at John. They all began to run in the direction of the

scream.

When they arrive, it was a gruesome scene. There laid a woman on the ground- throat slit

from ear to ear and her organs torn out.

"Sir. I recognize this woman. She's...." said Leutinant

" Mary Ann Nichols." said Captain

"Sir you know what this means?"

"We have the wrong guy. Let him go."

"I am sorry for the accusations"

The fog began to clear and they could see a better visual of the corpse. the Captain took his hat

off and bowed his head.

"Sir, you now go home and becareful." said Captain

John left the scene. As he was walking down a dark alley a mysterious figure lurked in the

shadows. He turned to see, but it was gone. When he turned around a knife was pressed into his

sides.

"Did you say anything to the police?" said Jack

"No I didn't. Now take tat damn thing out my side."

The figure revealed itself. It was Jack covered in blood. They both looked at each other,

laughed, and put their top hats on and walked into the fog. Where their body's disappeared.

You Killed Me

2006-12-12T09:04:00.000-08:00

Today is the day I do something new
The day I carve my tombstone
I fell

Back into the bottle of liquor
That I tried getting so far from
What can I say it softens the pain

Now I get behind the wheel
Pressing the petal
I forgot the keys

I go back and get them
There are so many
Could of swore there was one on the chain

Finally I put the keys in
Turn the ignition
The enigine roars

Its too late
I've been hit
Leaping through the window

Rolling ten feet ahead of my car
Blood dripping from my head
Man my head hurts

Is this really my blood
Its black
I see a figure coming towards me

My sight is blury
Life slowly slipping away
I feel so cold

My eyes begin to focus
The figure looks like
Someone I have seen

I see you for the last time
My Love
You killed me

A Strong Word (Free Verse)

2006-12-04T08:11:00.000-08:00

Free Verse

The wonderful, wonderful thing about free verse, is that it has very few distinct rules or boundries. It is similar to blank verse in that it does not rhyme, but unlike blank verse, it is not written in iambic pentameter.
The rhythm or cadence of free verse varies throughout the poem. Though the words don't rhyme, they flow along their own uneven pattern.
Definitely a poetry form for one who likes to march to the beat of a different drummer!

For example:

Running through a field of clover,
Stop to pick a daffodil
I play he loves me, loves me not,
The daffy lies, it says he does not love me!
Well, what use a daffy
When Jimmy gives me roses?

-- Flora Launa

My Poem: A Strong Word

Love is such a strong word
Not a lot of people have heard
The true meaning of it
But I have to admit
I don't know what means
For I am only a teen.

I have never liked someone
Just always loved one
That had a link to my heart
Even when we were apart
Sorry i can't tell you how to feel
Love is truly real.

To Get Away With Murder (Didactic)

2006-11-29T08:14:00.000-08:00

Didactic

PoetryDidactic Poetry is a form of poetry intended for instruction such as for knowledge or to teach.

Recipe For Heavenly Destination

To get to Heaven
And stay with Christ
Follow this recipe
And his face you will see

Love
Love your neighbor
Love everyman
Spread the love as much as you can

Pray
Talk to the Lord
Show Him you care
With Him your feelings and worries share

Follow
Follow his teachings
Follow his way
Wherever he goes, follow you may

Lead
Lead the ones who don't see
Lead the ones that don't feel the love
Lead them to the Lord above

My Poem: To Get Away With Murder

To do this
First you need
The weapon that
Will forever make it a mystery

First you stab him
Making sure its fatal
If he's still breathing
Slit his throat

Wash your blood stained hands
No, not in his house
The neighbors kitchen
Because yiou're friends with them

Now you must get rid of the murder weapon
Clean the handle of prints
Now throw it away
And go home

To the family that you love
The wife that doesn't know you
Never knows what you
Now theres an aliby.

Miss You Love (Tritina)

2006-11-28T08:35:00.000-08:00

Tritina

A while ago whilst surfing for Sestina, I came across this mini version. Having bookmarked it for further investigation I promptly forgot it. Much later whilst researching ten line poetry, I came across this form buried in the depths of Google and remembered my earlier bookmark, and found that this form was not a one-off, and there were many examples of it, thus making it deserving of a place in the Ten Line Poetry site.Being modeled from the Sestina, there is no rhyme scheme, instead it comprises of three stanzas using the same three words in a

Sestina like pattern, and a final line which uses the three words in the starting sequence:

(A.. B.. C...) (C.. A.. B...) (B.. C.. A...) (A,B,C...)

The meter is not specified but is usualy tetrameter or pentameter

Tritina
A ten line poem we’ll write, just you and I
But let’s call it Tritina, shall we, love?
Connecting lines together...fun with you!

Could we take turns so I could share with you?
Although it might be hard, for sometimes I
Begin with words you might not like or love.

But we could try, okay, for I would love
Co-ordinating all the lines with you
At last, our own creation, you and I.

It ends, Tritina says, with I love you.

My Poem: Miss You Love

There is someone I miss
She is what I love
That person is you.

I want to have you
Want you to love
For this is what you miss.

For you my love
I give everything to you
But you miss.

I miss you love.

Death (Teractys)

2006-11-27T11:14:00.000-08:00

Tetractys

Tetractys, a poetic form invented by Ray Stebbing, consists of at least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10
syllables (total of 20). Tetractys can be written with more than one verse, but must follow suit
with an inverted syllable count. Tetractys can also bereversed and written 10, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Double Tetractys: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1

Triple Tetractys: 1, 2, 3, 4, 10, 10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 10

and so on.

"Euclid, the mathematician of classical times, considered the number series 1, 2, 3, 4 to have mystical significance because its sum is 10, so he dignified it with a name of its own - Tetractys. The tetractys could be Britain's answer to the haiku. Its challenge is to express a complete thought, profound or comic, witty or wise, within the narrow compass of twenty syllables." - Ray Stebbing

Example:freedom

free
from you
your ego
your blaming me
i am a free spirit who has no past
Copyright © 2001 Terri Anthony

My Poem:Death

Death
Silent
Melodic
Lost in darkness
Really I should of been left in my grave.

Hate (Acrostic)

2006-11-27T11:08:00.001-08:00

Acrostic PoetryAcrostic Poetry is where the first letter of each line spells a word, usually using the same
words as in the title.

Example #1:Heartbreaking

He broke my heart
Every piece, shattered
All I wanted was his love
Real, as he promised
True, as mine for him
But he walked away
Right in the middle of paradise
Every beat of my heart
Aches for his love
Keeping the flame aglow
I will wait by the light
Never losing the hope
God will send him back to me

Copyright © 2000 Jody Kuperavage

My Poem: Hate

Having yet again being
Alone by myself
Teased by the fact that
Everyone hates me

I Hate You (Lannet)

2006-11-27T08:29:00.000-08:00

The "Lannet" is a form of sonnet.
The Lannet consists of 14 lines - presentation of such piece is to the poet’s preference. There is
a strict syllable count of 10 per line. The Lannet has NO END-LINE RHYMING SCHEME.
Only internal rhyme is allowed. There is no stipulance of Iambic form, pentameter or tetrameter
for a Lannet.
The Lannet form was created by Laura Lamarca.
Example:Scream of Silence

Encompassed by grief, as darkness surrounds,
That deep inner scream of silence's greed;
Life's knocks and falls hit with a startling scream,
A man on his knees, drowned tears of sorrow.
Life path alight with true maternal star,
Nursing the ailments of a childhood grown;
A wise word spoken and a strength to lean,
Guidance only sought on her apron strings.
Smiles of kindness held the children's esteem,
A higher branch on their family tree;
Fear now threatens their peaceful existence,
The safety net's cast to capture his fall.
Death has stolen living ties of Love's bond,
Free from suffering, tomorrow's sun's warmth.

My poem:

Lost in the states of loves forever essence
That seems to caress the simple minded
Into the thought that they are in love
Revolving in a never ending pit.

Having you drawn by a sweet melody
So soothing that it controls your heartbeat
Making it harder to breathe in this world
I begin slowly to lose consciousness.

Not able to see anymore light of day
But spend my days in eternal darkness
Where my love has no meaning to anyone
Is this my fate for wanting to love you?

I hate you for all this pain I endure
It shall never end but forever torment.

Demon of the Night

2006-11-03T13:59:00.000-08:00

I've thought this through. Estimated the chances of it linking back to me. I'm too good at this. There is no turning back now. My plan is working. No, one expects me as the killer. I carved the old mans heart out with a dagger, then slowly devoured his lifeless corpse. I really had no need for his heart because it would just cause me pain.
I killed my own heart by falling in love with Death. She was beautiful, graceful, and passionate in what she does. Slowly taking someone's life away. The way she comforted them before she condemned them to heck. Gently touching their head and saying," you won't feel a thing. I loved her for her compassion.
The only thing she wouldn't grant. . . was me death. Why? I don't know. I want to die. But I can't get the thoughts of those childeren out of my head. Those childeren. . . that died from my blood stained hands. Grabbing their necks, feeling theirs bones slowly break, and their last breath slip away from their body. I enjoyed it!!!
How can I enjoy this? I'm a murderer. Let me die Death so I can go to the pits of hell for the rest of my days. Just let me die. I've done to many things that I can't take back. I leave to clean my hands of the new blood that flows through my veins. I leave as a new phantom. Not as a man because I have nothing to lose. I shall now hunt only at night. Becoming Deaths companion. I shall aide her in granting death. I'll become the demon of the night.

Twilight

2006-09-05T08:42:00.000-07:00

And so it begins. Another day of pain. Another day wishing to be loved. For the that one picture that has that dot and stands out. That is me. Different. Different from the dark and light. I am twilight. Mixed and confused. Not allowed to be one or the other. Not liked from both sides. Lost alone. I am a shadow. Hating the light that loathes my beauty of being dark. The dark hating me for being the moonlight. That shines it beauty. I am not liked by any side. Nor light or dark. I am Twilight