Ciryatan

What I am

I laugh as those around me sleep.

Such is the result when you decide to piss me off.

First born as a colonial woman, eyes black as coal.

Suspected from birth, tried through life.

Now I am alive, yet dead.

A contradiction in wording, I know,

So let me explain.

I am a vampire, one with the night.

One look from my garnet eyes

Will send you to the firey depths of my hell.

My hell is my life, my life my hell.

There is no definition between the two.

I hate my life, loving my hell.

It is horrible, being this new creature.

Yet this is

What I am.

A creature of death, of your most dire fears.

I am hate, desire, and war.

So many things stem from my actions.

I should not be able to control you like this,

Yet mine control all actions.

The creator envies my control.

Why would he envy me like this?

I have composure to kill when I need it.

Humans fear my actions because they do not know

What I am

Here are a couple sites that I would recommend for those of us who like to read poetry in our free time.

http://www.poets.og

http://www.poetry.com

I recently wrote an analytic essay on this amazing poet.  Here are a few of my favorite poems.

I'm Nobody, Who are You?

Are you Nobody too?

Then there's a pair of us, don't tell.

They'll banish us you know.

How dreary to be Somebody,

How public like a Frog.

To tell your name the livelong day

To an admiring Bog.

I never lost as much but twice, And that was in the sod. 

Twice I have stood a beggar

Before the door of God!

Angels – twice descending

Reimbursed my store –

Burglar! Banker – Father!

I am poor once more!

Fame is a bee.

   It has a song –

It has a sting –

   Ah, too, it has a wing.

A word is dead

When it is said,

Some say.

I say it just

Begins to live

that day.