This section is dedicated to poetry.  Some will be mine and some will be others.  It will all be noted appropriatly.  Please feel free to comment on anything and to send me your poetry.  I will but it up.  It will not all be Gothic.  It will be all styles and from all walks of life.  Poetry is one of my favorite forms of expression.  Do not expect much from me.  I am by no means a writer if you have not figured that out all ready by reading the rest of my page.  I usually write while I am depressed or angry and most of my poetry reflects this....But not all of it.  Any ways, enjoy and do not judge anything on here with out first taking the time to reflect on what the person writing it may have been feeling at that exact moment......................................................................................................

It Starts With A Kiss
by Missy Breese

Hunger and Whiles
Passions unbridled
Lusting and Wanting
Feeling and Touching
desires are smouldering
my lips they are molding
to form a perfect kiss

Shocking and scary
Electric and Daring
vunerable and open
words left unspoken
about the electricity that it admits

Rising and knowing
excitement is showing
bodies like fire
Shall we retire?
To experience the sinfull bliss.

Heights they are broken
boundaries wide open
pleasures we are sharing
rough, yet still caring
the hands upon my breast.

The frustration is ending
vibrations you are sending
chaos and calmness
as I feel your strongness
exuberantly I am rising my hips.

Ending with passion
cuddling mixed with laughter
contentment and dreaming
spent from our endeavour
drifting into sleep
finding pleasure
in your arms
as they encircle me.

Anguish
by Missy Breese

I am Satan
Hear me roar
I have come
To settle the score

I have come
To eat your dick
My blood Stained lips
I will lick

I'll taste your blood
I'll cause you pain
Your hurt is mine
No soul remains

What you lose
by Missy Breese

You are my sun
and my moon
and my stars
You are the reason I live
and the reason I wanted to die

So angry
that I could not give my all
So angry
that I did not see us fall

Jealousy, Lies, and Deciet
The things I have always used
were in turn
used on me

But once we go forward
We can not go back
and so we take
a different track
And you will forever be a memory
of what I have loved
and what I have lost