More Insane Writings

[BugHunter]

What the F###?! That poem is NOT beautiful. What kind of a sick fool would write such nonsense? This person is lost and needs help. And thats just disturbing how you think its beautiful, Heather.

[palla]

“Sinister”

I know your kiss will kill me
I rather like the thought of basking in your beauty
Lighting me up
Worshipping you is what you deserve
Which is what I would deliver
Everyday ever since we met spent without you
Is but another day being locked away
Tears flow from my eye
Slowly washing away me
Or what I am
My heart has been battered and bruised
Years of loss and lone
Rejection is well known
Do not leave me alone
Kiss me
Just one kiss from your gentle lips shall blow me away
I do not mind
Hurry up and kill me
So I die happy..

((someone wrote this for me, i wanted to share it))

[Cobra5]

An who exactly is writing you goth love poems (if there even is such a thing)?

[palla]

Cobra5 said:

An who exactly is writing you goth love poems (if there even is such a thing)?

Claude. I asked him to write a song/poem/something for me. I never intended something like -that- to come out.

[Tassatul]

So. . . incredibly . . . lost. . .

*Opens up a copy of Dune to cleanse himself*

whew

[BugHunter]

interesting... not exactly bad though... just... interesting...

[palla]

I watched the blood drip from the side of the bath. It was watery and the color was swirled, but it was blood nonetheless. The drops would have hit the ground quietly, but because of the lack of noise throughout the apartment it was amplified. I was surprised by how much though. When the drops hit the ground, it divided up into small puddles and they each made a sound of their own.

The knife in my hand was covered in blood, but was dripping off because of the water. It was dripping much like the water from the bathtub, but the blood was a little more prominent. I brought it closer to me and stared at it. What had I done?

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I walked into her apartment silently. I didn’t want to disturb her or even let her know that I was here. I had worn my running shoes, a comfortable pair of casual black slacks, a black tank top, and a red necklace I had bought of an older vendor at nearby flea markets. She had told me that it was bad luck, but I’m not superstitious and the necklace was beautiful. It had all these designs that I can’t even describe. The vendor had explained that it was from a slaughtered civilization down in South America. At the time, I thought it was entirely stupid. Now, it’s starting to make sense…

I had found out the previous day that my girlfriend was cheating on me with a guy. Up until now, we had been completely exclusive to each other and she had been exclusive to girls. This was my first lesbian experience and if the rumors were true, it would be my last one. I still remember the day we met like it was yesterday.

We were at a club right outside of town. My friends were all out on the dance floor with random guys, but my boyfriend and I had just broken up and it was too soon for me to go looking for another guy. She was sitting at the bar, scoping out her prey when her eyes landed on me. I remember feeling her stare, so I turned to the gaze and saw her. She removed herself from her seat and walked slowly to me. She was perfect, I admitted that then. Her body was perfectly sculpted and her face matched it, but I wasn’t really looking at it.

Her dress had been so short and her legs looked like they went on forever. At the top of the beautifully sculpted legs was a flat stomach. She looked like she didn’t eat or she worked out all the time, maybe both. Going further up, her breasts were small and perky, perfect for her small body frame. After taking the sight in, I ventured further up to her shoulders. They were like the rest of her, sleek. Her collar bone was stood out to make her so much more appealing. I traveled up to her neck which was long, but not giraffe long. It would be perfect for a choker or collar. It was then, that I got to her face, but by the time I could take it in, she was already at my table and looking at me with one of the brightest smiles I had ever seen.

She placed her hands on the table and leaned over to look at me square in the eye.

“I want you.”

We had been together ever since. I left my friends shortly after we introduced ourselves. That was the first time that we were with each other and it definitely wasn’t the last time. Six months later, everything seemed extremely happy and we were going strong. California was now letting gay marriages go through, so we had briefly discussed it, before turning the option of going there down. We were happy the way we were, besides if we ever broke up, it’d be easier than having to go through the legal battles.

However, things only seemed to be okay. I heard from her best friend that she had been seeing a guy on the side. She didn’t know his name or anything, just that she had seen them together. At first, I blew it off, but she told me that he had been nipping at the left side of her neck. That was something I knew that she enjoyed. It was her public hotspot, that one only knew about if you were with her. I began to believe her best friend. It made sense. After she went into explicit detail of what they did, I began to cry. I left before it got bad. I walked home that day and amazingly, it rained that night. I thought that kind of thing only happened on T.V. A week later, I began to notice the subtle changes that she had made.

Instead of wearing her usual dark colors, she was wearing pastels. Her usual sway was now that of a more conservative woman and she was watching comedy instead of horror. They were all signs that she was in love. At first it occurred to me that she could be in love with me and her best friend got the wrong girl, but then she commented on how hot one guy was on one of our favorite shows. It got me mildly afraid to say the least. She was an outright lesbian commenting on how hot this one guy was. I know that straight women comment on hot women, but I had never heard it from her before.

Everything changed one night, though. I had gone to a café and saw a guy there in the corner. He was staring at me with unwavering eyes, so I stared back at him with the same stare. After they had given me my drink, I walked over to him. I asked what he wanted and he asked me if I knew the girl I loved. I told him as such and he sat back in his seat and stared up at me with sad eyes. “Her best friend told me about you. I knew that she had been a lesbian, but she told me that she changed. Her best friend then came to me after she saw us together and showed me a picture of you and her. That’s how I recognized you.” I sat down as he told me all that and we spent the rest of the night talking about her.

I ignored her for two days and then went to her apartment in my black slacks, black tank top, and running shoes. I entered cautiously and made my way to her bathroom. It was late in the evening, Thursday night, and I knew that she was taking her bath. I walked into her bathroom carefully. She always kept her doors from creaking, saying that she had seen too many horror flicks. Her hair was up in a messy bun and there were red rose petals all around the bathtub. It was the third Thursday of the month, so she took a flower bath. This time it was red roses. I walked behind her and stopped just short of reaching her.

“So, neither of us knew that you had been using us?” My voice startled her, I know. Her little jump made the water move and a few petals fall from the tub. Her glare on me was heartbreaking. I almost wanted to run out, but I knew that it was too late. I walked around so she could see me clearly and her glare hardened. “You’ve been ignoring me for the past two days. What are you going on about, though?” I gave a sadistic chuckle and turned my eyes away, regaining my temper. “As if you don’t know?” Her glare got a little worst and I thought about that saying – ‘If looks could kill, I’d be dead.’ It was very true at this point. “It’s not like I wanted to. There are just certain things that he can give me that you can’t?” I smirked and replied, “Like something warm to stick in you? I can give you that too.” With that I pulled out a piece of silver from my back that my body had warmed. “This is pretty warm. I’d ask you to feel it, but I don’t think you can feel, can you?” She sat straight up in the water and half of her breasts stuck up out of the water and petals. Her skin was pale and looked beautiful against the red crimson of the roses. She had the nerve to look me in the eye and suddenly I was calm.

The feeling was comforting. If I was calm and she wasn’t then I was in control. For the first time in our relationship, I felt like I was in control. “Tell me, my love, how long have you been fucking him?” She pursed her lips and looked down at the water. “About 2 months. You had left on a business trip and I went back to the club that we met at and we left together.” I let out a breath of air in the sound a short laugh. “You’ve been lying to me for 2 months. What do you want me to do or say?” My grip on the knife was tightening and my knuckles were turning white. If she said what I think she was going to say, my grip was about to get a lot stronger.

“I love you.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

[palla]

I don’t remember what happened after that. I didn’t know exactly. All I do know is that I snapped. It was after she said that, my memory went blank. I let the knife drop back down to my side and I stared at the bloodied bath. Her body was now at the bottom of the bath. I guess dead people don’t float. I stared at it for a few minutes before rubbing the knife on a nearby towel and throwing the knife in the bloody water, the towel covering my fingerprints. I walked over to the mirror and looked at myself. My hand and arm were covered in blood. I bent down and turned on the hot water of the sink. The blood washed off quickly thanks to the water of the bath that she was in. Watered down blood rinsed off easily.

I walked quietly out of the bathroom and into her living room. I saw the phone and slowly glided to it. Her phone matched her. Black and red, beautiful, meant to seduce, and was deceptive. It was temperamental and only worked half the time. I picked it up and heard the constant sound of the dial tone. I dialed the number drilled into my head back when I was two or three. “This is 911, what is the emergency?” I told her everything she needed to know – the address, phone number, and that I walked into find my girlfriend’s bloody bath. The woman said that there were police on the way there and to stay calm. I told her that I was trying, but it was difficult. I began to sound like I was crying and as I the next few minutes went on I realized that I really was crying. When the police arrived they came up the stairs quickly and banged on the door. I told the woman to hold on and placed the phone on the bed. I raced over to the door and opened it for them. They came in swiftly and went straight to the bathroom. I went back to the phone and told the lady that they were here and offered her my sincerest thanks. It didn’t sound English to my ear, but I think she understood.

The police called for backup when they found my girlfriend and the knife in the bathtub. The knife I had used was completely silver and I was afraid that I hadn’t cleaned it enough, but after everyone came in and left, minus one person, they never said I was a suspect. The person that stayed behind was one of the policemen. It was also her boyfriend. He came over and comforted me. He told me that the person must have come in, murdered her, and left. We sat down on the bed together and gave a synchronized sigh.

“I get off in a few hours. Go home, wash up. I’ll be there when I get off. I’ll find out your address when I get back to the station.” I nodded at his request and watched as he left. About ten minutes later, I got up and turned off the light and began to walk out the door. There was police tape surrounding the area and the door. I ducked and locked the door behind me. Tape doesn’t stop criminals from coming in. I went down the elevator, tears still streaming down my face. When I exited it, I saw a few remaining police officers and went past them. No more questions for a few hours.

I drove home on auto pilot and did as he requested, but I felt a little like the actress of the movie in Psycho. The woman will never take another shower again. She only takes baths. It’s kind of the opposite for me. I would only take showers for the rest of my life. But as the warm water hit my body, massaging various parts, I realized that my late girlfriend’s boyfriend would probably never take baths either.

Then again, baths are kind of disgusting. You sit there, wallowing in your own filth. Your sins stay with you. Maybe she should have taken a shower and let the sins of her life wash away. Perhaps she wouldn’t have died such a horrible death at my hands. Maybe she wouldn’t have died at all…

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That's the rest of it. The story is "more than 10,000 characters", so it had to be split up.