the tardis

Time
And
Relative
Dimensions
In
Space

this is the blue box, the police box, the thing that's bigger on the inside

the desert stones

ocher stained and brown,
shadows casting creatures,
I just finished climbing,
what? no.....
AAAAHHHHH help me! I'm falling.


great, it took me 2 days to climb that!

undead

the world is full of the undead.
lobishomen, danag, vampyr.
they are the rulers.
we are children once compared.
lobishomen, danag, vampyr.

once the earth has gone,
the vampyr shall walk the world.
once the earth is gone.

the world isn't fair.

the hands of fate are stumbling,
allowing things that you hate,

the world isn't fair

vampires

Throughout the shadowy world of ghosts and demons there is no figure so terrible, no figure so dreaded and abhorred, yet dight with such fearful fascination, as the vampire, who is himself neither ghost nor demon, but yet who partakes the dark natures and and possesses the mysterious and terrible qualities of both.

-Rev. Montague Summers

If there is in this world a well-attested account, it is that of vampires. Nothing is lacking: official reports, affidavits of well-known people, of surgeons, of priests, of magistrates; the judicial proof is most complete. And with all that, who is there who believes in vampires?

- Rousseau

I am

I am the girl with wooden hair.
I see the earth falling into the hands of war.
I feel the pain of those who suffer.
I taste the blood of anger.
I am the girl with wooden hair.

I am the girl with wooden hair.
I say lust, love anger and Freedom.
I dream that we live in peace.
I pretend that there is no death.
I am the girl with wooden hair.

Immortal Child

in the land of cold and snow,
lies a child with blood red eyes,
do not approach her,
if you do, you will be sighning your death warrant.

if she talks, dont anwser,
if she walks,
run if you value your life.

vampire

Vlad, the very famous.
All of the undead.
Many are deadly.
Plead as you may, it will still drink your blood.
Ill fortune to those who don't believe.
Restless
Every child lives in fear of them

they are real

Vampires

they are real
beings of the other world,
that have come to haunt ours,
now are stuff of myth.
they are real.

They are real.
they are the undead,
the ones with crimson eyes,
or claws and fangs.
they are real.

they are real.
they drink blood,
they are worse,
now they are feared
they are real

they are real
people don't believe.
they are childish things
they say that we must stop being kids
they are real

now tell me,
are fearsome blood drinkers that kill really for children?

my Crissy poem

Christmas

the town is full of yule tide cheer,
we are nearly at the end of the year,

christmas trees with lights so bright,
and the whole city, covered in white.

pudding with a flame on the top,
for adults, whiskey that goes pop!

cookies , pie, and lots of cream,
save the gumdrops for your dream.

when you sleep,
do not peep,

at the fat man,
without a tan.

so let kris kringle be.
and remember the days that you sat on his knee,

think of ol' saint Nick,
who delivers so quick.

My Letter To Father Christmas

Dear Father Christmas,

I have tried my best to be good this year,

but some how get told off.

Please could I get The Demonata series, to get specific, book 2-6,

and The Saga Of Darren Shan (10 & 11) and The Twilight Guide.

Oh, and anything doctor who related.(ie: Sarah Jane smith, Torchwood)

luv,

Vampire Wannabe