It's Twilight Again - Miley Styley

The Ode to the Anti-Twilighter.

NOTE: This in no way reflects Lolly's personal opinion of Twilight. The fandom, maybe, but Twilight is the shiz. All three books of it.

...Do you dare challenge what I just said?
No?
Didn't think so.

Presenting...

IT'S TWILIGHT AGAIN

I read this book back in...two thousand and five.
Haven't read such a load of garbage... in all my life.
I repressed all the stupid plot points, put it out of my mind...
But suddenly now...it's Twilight again.

It started one day when I...was in Chemistry.
In front of me, my friends Em and Adele...were giggling.
Curiously, I eavesdropped to...see what was so funny.
To my horror it...was Twilight again.

I'm surfing on the net, just trying to forget,
When Edward Cullen's face pops up into my business.
I smash the stupid screen; I'm not some stupid tween!
My best friend Rhianne, she just loves his stupid sparklepeen.

I'm walking down the road, and pass a window,
RPattz is on the pane...
Oh whoa oh oh oh,
I...cannot believe...it's Twilight again.

I flop down on the couch and, turn on MTV
But switch it off in detestation when I see damn Larry!
He's interviewing Kristen Stewart; this crap's stalking me...
Another day wrecked... by Twilight again...

I'm lurking on YouTube - this just cannot be true!
Some pink-haired geek is ranting about Bert and TomStu.
I click another link, and I kick up a stink!
Some bitch is singing about how Edward is a virgin.

It's ruining my life...I just can't block it out,
I want. To Stab. My Brain.
Oh whoa oh oh oh
I...refuse to believe...it's Twilight agaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaain!

Haven't read such a load of garbage...in all my life...

And when the movie came, the squeals drove me insane,
I try to kick as many Twihards without getting blamed.
Why is it they can't see, that Twilight's so cheesy?
They never had no glitter-skin on that show Buffy.

At least it's finally done. The movie's over now,
Relief causes me to swoon.
Oh whoa oh oh oh
Wait. Oh no, please, it cannot be true!
Oh whoa oh oh oh,
Oh...oh my God, they're...making New Moon.

Poems for my Creative Writing Class...

This is what happens when you OD on NIN for an entire week.

By the way, Trent Reznor. Yeah. Just do me.

Shadow-Kissed

A shadow lives inside of me, within my deepest core.

It chills my blood to shards of ice that I cannot ignore.

It speaks to me in whispers that precede a dying scream.

It splits me into two and then leaves nothing in between.

My mother tried to drown me once when I was barely one.

I guess she did it since she knew what I’d one day become.

I think I miss her terribly, but I cannot be sure;

The shadow got her in the end and now it’s wanting more.

My eyes are frozen crystals from behind the veil of grey.

I lock myself inside my skull and try to hide away.

The world would be a kinder place if I did not exist,

For I am weak, and I will hurt, and I am shadow-kissed.

Angel Wings

The angel swims into his mind amidst a pool of light

Her innocence enthrals me; oh yes, I will feed tonight.

She promises to fix his heart and purify his soul

But she does not yet realise that I am in control.

I count the flickers of her fear and yearn to be released.

Her goodness is my enemy; her beauty is my feast.

He tries so hard to drown me out but he does not succeed,

For I’m too curious to know what colour angels bleed.

How easily won he is; I have him slashing at her wings.

Her terror is a tuneless song of silent sufferings.

He sags beneath the aching truth of what he has become.

How long would it take him to see that we’d always been one?

Bitten Apples

My hands belong to someone else for they cannot be mine.

I am a ruiner of good, a crusher of divine.

The roaring taunts of Coward! leave me gasping for my breath.

I pray for mercy; no one hears – so then I pray for death.

I’ve built a mighty city on the backs of all I’ve hurt:

Its walls are made of rotting flesh; its air is choked with dirt.

My throne is made of bitten apples from the world’s first sin,

And I am made of darkness, reflected from within.

The shadow is rejoicing and now I can finally see

The only way to stop this pain is to let it conquer me.

My knees disintegrate and to my rightful place I bend

The burden of my will is gone: this shadow’s now my friend.