Ayla YellowRose• Show poetry

"Nymphetamine Girl"- Cradle Of Filth

Lead to the river Midsummer I waved, A "V" of black swans On with hope to the grave. All through Red September, With skies fire-paved I begged you appear Like a thorn for the Holy Ones.
Cold was my soul, Untold was the pain I faced when you left me, A rose in the rain. So I swore to the razor That never enchained Would your dark nails of faith Be pushed through my veins again?
Bared on your tomb I'm a prayer for your lonliness, And would you ever soon Come above to me? For once upon a time From the binds of your loneliness I could always find The right slot for your sacred key.
Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison. Discolores all with tunnel vision,Sunsetter Nymphetamine. Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To Her alone in full submission. None better, Nymphetamine.
Nymphetamine, nymphetamine...Nymphetamine girl... Nymphetamine, nymphetamine...My nymphetamine girl.

Wracked with your charm,I circled like prey, Back in the forest Where whispers persuade More white lady laid Than pillars of salt...

Fold to my arms Hold their mesmeric sway And dance her to the moon As we did in those golden days.
Christening stars I remember the way We were needle and spoon Mislaid in the burning hay...
Bared on your tomb, I'm a prayer for your loneliness And would you ever soon. Come above to me, For once upon a time From the binds of your loneliness...I could always find The slot for your sacred key.
Six feet deep is the incision In my heart, that barless prison Discolores all with tunnel vision, Sunsetter Nymphetamine.
Sick and weak from my condition This lust, a vampyric addiction To her alone in full submission,None better...Nymphetamine
Sunsetter...Nymphetamine...None better...Nymphetamine...



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Bonsoir lovelies! My name is Ayla (yes, really) and this page is the shadow in my mind. Age I believe is just a number, but if you lot really want to know "how old" I am, your answer would be 16. However, for most of my life I have found not to belong in that age group catagory, so ignore it as much as possible. I started writing due to social problems in my life.
I found that I didn't need to associate with the wretched world around me...if I created my own world in my head. I live in my mind which happens to lie on the threshold of insanity and euphoria. This page is the door to it.

I am a writer with a passion for the dark arts of twisting words like knarrled ivy 'round a sepulcher. You won't find many happy things on this page but you won't find suicidal cutting rampages tatooed on here either. I'm an unorthodox part of the darker side of poetry and emotion.
I have a few gifts passed down through my gene pool which includes the sight of a third eye which allows me to access much more than I bargained for. Psychic Vampyrism also makes its presance known most clearly in my mind.

*I'm the creator of a few groups on this site which include: Halloweentown (For Nightmare Before Christmas Lovers), Psychic Auras (For the gifted ones), the orginal group 'Vampires', the largest and oldest vampire group here, and 'Sanguinarians United' for those that struggle with their dark gift/curse*
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*AP People who Rose Tint My World:::

Blazing White Wolf (My AP Father)- My dear Da. As a writer...you are so...amazingly gifted. Native American spirits watch over his eloquent soul in words, always thinking of others. The best AP Da I could ever ask for. Love ya!  

Vampira 1665 (My AP Mum)- My dear Mum. You paint such lovely dark lullabies for your children here. All of your writing is gorgeous through the grandeur of your words. An enchanted lady to entertain the minds of enchanted people. Love ya  

Kryspin (my AP spirit guide)- Beautiful writer and I am so glad to have her guiding light with me.  

Wbrio (My AP Old Man Of The Mountain)- He works in such mysterious ways, writing such beautiful poetry  
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Of course...I have to have a little paragraph as a shrine to a gorgeous lady that would make Shakespeare himself jealous:::

Oneluckygirl- This is why I hate this language. Words always fail me for her. Sometimes I get quite angry at Mr. Webster for not being able to find one word in his dictionary to justify everything that she is. She has given me so much that I am thankful for...including the introduction to this website. This site has changed my life for the better. I want to thank her on all levels for first bringing me here: without this I probabily would still be an insecure kid scribbling suicide poems on scrap papers in the back seat of the Maths classroom. When I came here...I found other people like me and I learned that beauty can be found in so many different places. By day, this lady is overworked and underpaid and all over ignored in her current job. She carries her gift secretly and majesticaly- no one knowing what a bright star she is and how freaking lucky they are to have her. I know that I am. For me, she is so much more than someone who once taught me. She is a caring friend, and someone who understands. And I hope she never forgets that.  
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                   *Quotes For The Less Amused
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*"Bender: Yeah, I've got a question. Does Barry Manilow know that you raid his wardrobe?"- John Bender, The Breakfast Club

"Tell me something, my friend. You ever dance with the devil by the pale moonlight?" - The Joker, Batman

"What are you looking at, you infantile stupid? That's right, damn you and such."- Stewie, Family Guy

"Hey, birthday dude! You want some ice cream?"
"Yes, but no sprinkles. For every sprinkle I find, I shall kill you."- Chris and Stewie, Family Guy

"Chaos is great! Chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling!"- JD, Heather

"That's what you get for river dancing in a thong."- Brad Serwood, Who's Line Is It Anyway

"Ryan, you are looking for a virgin to sacrifice to appease the gods. If you come near me, I'll kill you."- Drew Carey, Who's Line Is It Anyway

"A mental mind fuck can be nice"- Frank, The Rocky Horror Picture Show

"A faerie's heart beats fierce and free"- Oogna, Legend

"history is written by those who have hanged heroes."- Narrator, Braveheart

"That ludicrous spectacle in there. Just a parody of the funeral of someone who really counted. We don't. We're just a bad dream the real world is having. And the real world's waking up."- Prior Walter, Angels In America

"Wings? I don't have wings!"
"Of course not. You're a boy"- Jen and Kira, The Dark Crystal

"In spite of all the refinements of civilization that conspired to make art--the dizzying perfection of the string quartet or the sprawling grandeur of Fragonard's canvases--beauty was savage. It was as dangerous and lawless as the earth had been eons before man had one single coherent thought in his head or wrote codes of conduct on tablets of clay. Beauty was a Savage Garden."- Lestat, The Vampire Lestat

"Don't be a fool for the devil, darling!...Unless he treats you a damn sight better than the Almighty!"- Lestat, The Vampire Lestat

"I can't help being a gorgeous fiend. It's just the card I drew."- Lestat, Queen Of The Damned

"That's it, then? That's the secret, grand adventure of the infamous Jack Sparrow. You spent three days lying on a beach drinking rum?"
"Welcome to the Caribbean, luv."- Elizabeth Swan and Captain Jack Sparrow, Pirates of the Caribbean

"Flattering child you shall know me, see why in shadows I hide, Look at Your face in the mirror, I am there inside"- Eric, Phantom Of The Opera

"In sleep he came to me, in dreams he came, the voice which calls to me and speaks my name. and do I dream again! For I find the phantom of the opera is there...inside my mind"
"Sing once again with me, a strange duet. My power over you grows stronger yet. And though you turn from me to glance behind, the phantom of the opera is there inside your mind."- Chistine and Eric, Phantom Of The Opera

"While the wicked stand confounded, call me with thy saints surrounded"- Boondock Saints

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I'm looking for AP children...boys or girls of a darker nature and good grammar skills. Hopefully younger as well. I've always wanted to adopt.

* I think I should update this page a bit. Its been, what, years since I updated this? Well, since then I've gotten published in a few local papers and magazines, which is nice. Hmm. I'm not a Gold member anymore, which really sucks. I'll have to get a job (gasp) or something. If anyone wants my LJ or my other site addresses, you can ask for it. *