Law of Three: whatever you do comes back three fold, good or bad.
Hello! My name is Adrian! The spawn of Satan! Mwahahaha...no seriously my name is spelled Adrienne, and I am not the spawn of satan, though sometimes i wonder what my mother does when I'm at school.... No im not a satanist. As a matter of fact, Im wiccan...If you couldnt tell by the entrance thing! Hehe....ok well I just thought I would let you all know that Godsmack
Is the greatest band to ever live. Sully Erna is the Sexiest man to ever live. Coincidence? I think not. In case you brainless idiots didnt know, Sully Erna is the lead singer in Godsmack. Durh. I have a link for their webpage at the bottom of the page... They kick so much butt...Its not even funny. If you wanna argue with me...lets go. There is no other band that is a great as them, except maybe some of the older bands, like Led Zeppelin and all. OK,enough ranting and raving about Godsmack, here is a very ugly picture of me, so dont cry when you see it! And lets hope your computer doesnt break!
Anyways, the whole purpose I created this freaky website was to show off my poetry. If you want to know more about me, well thats your decision, but anyways, you can visit my other site click here or dont, either way i wont be crushed. Which reminds me I have to update that site too...but im too lazy so i probably wont.Anyways, yes I wrote All of these, So if you want to put one of them on your website or Whatever, please email me to ask me. I've had a few People say that they were good, but hey, you be the judge. As you may or may not know, judging by my apperance, I am not a friendly looking person (although i can be pretty nice if you catch me in a good mood, which is hardly ever, but anyways...) and definatly not a pure, non-evil, Christian good person. Duh....Just so you know i am wiccan kinda, I mean at times i am, and other times i get so ticked at everything I just dont give a crap, but i swear, something has to be watching me. OK, On with the poetry!! Finally..Jeez Adrienne make them wait some more....Oh sorry that was Chad, my inner demon, Chad is a control freak so he always makes me...SHUT THE FREAK UP....ok nevermind, anyways enjoy the poetry, and sign the guestbook PEAS!!! Oh yeah this page is black cause the colors show up better i think! OK???!! ok, well if it isnt then deal with it freaks.
Love,
Your Lord and master,
Chad...Er uh...Adrienne, the weird Possesed chick...yeah...
Bless The Child
Bless this child, this thoughtless being
She is the one, who was always healing
Through the depths and perils of her mind
She always wonders what was left behind
An apcolyptic nightmare is what this has become
The little girl who knows no wrong suddenly has done
She is destructive and vile, you made her this way
You did this to her! Its your own shame!!
You laughed and you pleaded, 'Its all in good fun!'
You never stopped when she wanted it to be done
Now she never trusts another human being
And its all your fault she will never be healing!
You tell her to run! But she never looks back!
You tell her she's weak! And of courage she does lack!
Now she is damned to an eteranal hell
Of lasting impressions thought only to dwell,
Within the thoughts of your mind
and never willing to hide.
So now you have broken her, she lies to herself
saying she is not beautiful, learning her hells
She is distraught with all her feelings and mistrust inside,
Built up anger and all the rage never seems to die
Now who is this girl, you may ask, who is this broken dame?
I'll tell you my friend of the one who never reached her fame.
She fell to the edge, went through hell and back,
and still she holds on, her courage still lacks.
But it grows everyday with the rage and mistrust,
And soon she is on top, never to be hushed.
The name of this girl is always to be feared,
For now you know, now maybe you can hear
I whisper the words like a delicate rose,
coming forth elelgantly to strike their pose.
The name of this frightened and Blessed child,
Is me my friend, me and my denial.
Apocalypse
I see things unkown to me A dead corpse, a rotting used to be. The skies of blue soon turn to red. As the crying sounds come from the undead. It seems the world is comin' to an end. And it seems to me, my mind is to bend. Its the Fabled Apocalypse and no one remembered it. Of these crimes you are not aquit! We should have seen it coming, not too long ago. The ground is burning red, but only i could see it so. The priest is in shock, the parishinor just the same! For they dont know how, to live down their shame. Now i will never be a body being put to sleep. But only a cold spirit, lying with the heap. Sometimes the blood will cloud my mind, making it hard to see why I was left behind. As i walk through this valley of the shadow of death, I try to find a pure soul, but see there are none left. I step on the promises of tomorrow realizing no one will be here to share my sorrow. I'm stricken with faith, all of a suden its clear! Whats wrong with me now? Have I nothing to fear? Its only a minor abrasion, but ive lived it all my life. So i guess i'll have to life on, with all the chaos and strife. No one ever believed me, when i told them the truth. They just laughed and ran, now they know the uncouth! But try to think, this is only a dream. Only to find yourself wake up and scream! A nightmare such as this is a terrible thing to want. Yet i still think they deserved it, one way or not. I tried to save them from themselves, but they turned a deaf ear! Put my words on the shelves! I guess its thier fault they turned me away. Now they can finally see, the error of their way. As i look at their pitiful broken minds, what a waste, yet it stills with time. I look at the sky, so brutally amazing. A fractured thought, now its gone, but again its hazing. No sun to shine, no moon to glow. As i think to myself, how will i ever let go?
The Dove Of Distraught
Once again im almost dead,
fears of hallucinations dance in my head.
The wicked screams of unfortunate love,
Have once realeased the peaceful dove.
Surely a dove has no relevance here,
Why should a dove, be connotated with tears?
Shouldnt you think of a vulture or a raven?
Why a dove, a maker of safe havens?
You once had loved, and now you do not!
It makes no sense, so why the dove of distraught?
Shouldnt you love, instead of acting alone?
Why do you now seem to lower your tone?
It may be the trust that i have long forgotton
Just as the bodies, get bloated and rotten.
If he cared for me so, did he notice my needs?
If he loved me so then why did i bleed?
Did he ever bow down for a glimer of respect?
Did he ever take note, of my fear and neglect?
He was in his own world, of unfulfilled sexual desires.
Never noticing me, in this world full of liars.
They were the two passionate doves, so full of want.
I stood idlely around and watched them taunt.
It was a well secluded secret, he tried to keep from me.
But i can see right through, his lies perfectly.
He was beautiful and strong, just like a greecian hero,
but he left me in the abyss, of my mind full of zeros.
I can walk through my problems, dismiss them as so,
But then i'd be lying to myself, then i would never show.
So i must undo what has been done, i must find a way to quit him.
Once again i must spare blood, forgive me Father for my sin!
I cannot stand this any longer! My Heart is wounded and broken!
The thick blood will drip from my dismay, and of this i take no token!
I see you sleeping, oh so beautifully, unaware of my arival,
She is by your side, kissing you gently, unaware of my survival.
She slowly carreses up your neck, leaving goosebumps wherever her lips go.
You soflty touch her on her face, feeling her soul that i found so low.
I look at you both, so happy and full of life...
If you must live then do no do it in strife.
I stroke the gun, i hold in my pathetic hand.
I realise that since you are joyful, i should meet the death land.
I notice you look outside the window, for only a second or two.
Did you see my gasping expression, for you and the love so new?
I see in the final moments your eyes glare at me longinly, and painfully,
I place the steel to my temple, as she looks out disdainfully.
I hear you scream in absolute terror, as my body lie cold, lifeless, and once again you hate me not...So i die on your lovers window, and rests on my shoulder, the dove of distraught. Brainsick Core (fyi this is a song, but for your benefit I turned it into a poem, cause you cant hear the music!) You try to desecrate, all my inner beings. I realise your psycological state. You're still disagreeing.Your a wicked abomination. Yes this can be true. I have no hesitation, To obliterate you!
You cannot decide my fate
Why is it I that you hate?
Can't You see I'm human too?
Isnt this just like De Ja Vu?
Its so difficult to hear
The Banshee's Wails that bleed your ears
I know that you've been here before
I'm hard to the brainsick core.
You promote your ignorance. Beer and sex all the time.Its like your in a trance. You know your all un-sublime. A torturous nightmare, these agitated confusions. So you should say your prayer, Its all in your mind, your grand delusions! Rehabilitation I have no one to blame,
surely they cant see through thier shame.
Once upon a sleeping lion, tame,
When will we stop this game?
Sometimes i can feel my eyes turning.
Bleeding profusely, always burning.
It seems patience, i am never learning,
For the pain, I am yearning.
Once when i thought i was healing,
only to find You were stealing
All those familiar feelings i am feeling
the ones where i want to be killing.
These chemicals are making me itch
Why do You call me a pathetic bitch?
I feel i should maim this little snitch,
Maybe He wont even feel a pinch!
You call me mad, so is it true?!
Maybe we are all mad too!
All these thoughts, they are not new!
All these masochists, no one knew!
Im hearing things, of this im sure.
Doesnt anyone have a cure?
Im trying so hard to become pure.
Things i was You never were!
Here they come to give me my pills
It seems im heading for the hills.
Of this milk, i cry as it spills,
of this killer, I die when It kills.
Mythical creatures do none for me now,
And why do i suddenly hear a cow?!
As the gentelmen shall bow,
Will i ever have help, and how?
I sureley am going insane
Because only at night do i feel the pain.
Again, is there no one to blame?
I ask You this, must i be maimed?!
They've come to take me away,
They've come to talk and say,
I should worry another day.
But somehow i will learn the hard way. In The Park (this is more of a story then a poem) As I sat in the park on that sunny and beautiful day, not only did I think of life as it really is, but I studied the ways of humans.
I saw the little toddlers playing with eachother, arguing over who gets to be the best character in whichever game they are playing, or throwing sand at the dogs. I saw the mothers and sometimes fathers scolding their children for running away, or throwing sand at the dogs.
I saw the teenagers trying to look far too old for their age, laughing and trying to get the opposite sex to notice them. It seemed pathetic at the time but I just remined myself that they are still learning the ways of the world, and it is perfectly normal. Their eyes wide, and their hormones racing. Acting foolish and not noticing it, but only for that split second when their sex obsession walks by and actually says hello.
I saw the young lovers passionatly kissing in the park like no one was around, and it was their own universe. If anyone was to stare or make rude comments, they would probably turn a deaf ear. For they were lost in the romantic feelings of this moment, in the park.
I saw the Pregnant woman sitting in on the swings with her boyfriend, or perhaps husband, and holding his hand, laughing occasionally, and every time she smiled, a certain part of him shook, and his eyes widened, he too smiled whenever she was brought joy.
I saw the middle-aged couple embracing eachother on the park bench much like the one i was sitting on. They looked so stressed out and tired, but also like if they were to part, one of them would surely break.
Finally as i surveyed the city park, I noticed and elderly couple strolling together, hand in hand. They looked like nothing in the world could kill them. Even if the mighty hand of their God came down and told them 'now is the day of your judgement' they would go happily, as long as they went together. They looked like they could die any minute, and they wouldnt have a care. They lived their lives, and now they are ready to step aside and let the next generation take their places they once held so dear.
I looked at all of these seemingly content if not joyous people, and i thought of how life sometimes does take a turn for the better. How love can bring you such joy, you need not worry about age or money. The whole human race was so fascinating to me, I wanted to learn more, I wanted to see these people in happiness and bliss forever. I had this unrepressable urge to scream out and cry until my eyes bled. Looking at these people just made me want to be like them, like a real human should be.
Instead I just sat there like I had before, and surveyed the park once more. Then a child, she was maybe 3 or so, came up and sat right next to me on the bench. I didnt look at her, but she glared up at me. She then started to talk to me, asking my questions like what was my name, how old was I, where my mother was. I told her that somethings are better unknown. Being a child she didnt understand. I didnt really expect her to. So instead of trying to explain, I smiled at her while i patted her on the head. I then got up and walked down the concrete path.
As I walked I noticed everyone I had before. So full of life, and passion. I even stood and stared at them for a while, but they were lost in their own fantasies, universes, and minds. No one could break them from that wonderous feeling they had then and there. Not even I.
I stroled down the path some more until I was back again at the park bench I had once clamed. The little girl was still there. Why did she not leave? Surely her mother was to come and get her soon. Again she asked me questions i wished not to answer. Questions like do you have a bike, and whats your favorite food, and why is the sky so blue. I sat beside her and sighed. Not an annoyed sigh, but more of a sigh of cluelessness. I looked to the girl, looked her straight in the eye. She had the same swirley blue eyes I had once had. I took her hand, and we walked down the path, all the while no one noticed us.
Hand in hand we walked and as we neared the big oak tree a few meters from the playground. My back leaned against the tree, and the girl stood there, holding my hand. I asked her what she saw. She told me she saw people, and lots of toys, and then something i never expected her to say. She told me she saw life. At that point i knew, that she wasnt real either. Love and light, Adrienne Now sign the Freakin' Guestbook... Tankie tankie, come back soon, Merry Part...yeah ok, Chad says bye bye too...oh and to Liz Wilson, He says see you in a few years, ;) just kiddin lizzy...hehehehe....
Kick Ass Websites (none of them associated with me, cause I am weird)
MSN, so i had to add this cause yesh, i have messenger and all that...yeah...
get your free guestbook
Newgrounds.com. This site has a lot of funny flash cartoons made by amatures, yeah Beebo is my favorite Hehe :P
Ok this is my first page, so go here to learn more about me and stuff....if ya wanna.
Godsmack, this is their official site. Yeah i had to put this up here cause they are only the greatest rock band to ever walk the face of the earth. :D
