"Gem Bluestone's Poetry"

Poetry by Gem Bluestone. Very lovely words...

Friends without Faces

Friends without faces,
We tell them more
Than we tell our
Friends next door.

We talk as we type,
We stare at a monitor,
Do we realize it is
Friends we are after?

Friends without faces,
They make us laugh and smile.
They make our day complete,
The friendships will last awhile.

A new goal will soon be set,
To meet this faceless friend.
All in real life and more,
Soon the wondering will end.

Friends without faces,
If they mean alot to you,
Give them a hug,
And say, "Thank you."

I am not alone

I fell from the hate,
Pulling myself into a shadow.
Making sure where I am now,
Is the place that no one wants to go.

I watched as time passed.
I watched as people hurt each other.
I learned I am not alone.
That people need one another.

I noticed that others
Hide in the shadows too.
Hiding from the hate,
What can I do?

Your face comes up with a vengeance.
But I am not that kind of person.
I will not drop to your level.
I will not commit a deadly sin.

I will continue living my life.
I will learn to smile again.
There are some things I hope for.
I hope our paths will never cross again.

If you listen or not

If you listen or not,
I just wanted to say,
You all are cruel and cold.
Made the worst of my day.

If you listen or not,
You all made me an outcast.
This I know because
I evaluated my past.

If you listen or not,
You have many friends.
Yet I stand away,
Wondering when this ends.

If you listen or not,
When you look at me,
What's the first thing you think?
Deaf, Dumb, and Ugly?

If you listen or not,
Look at me and tell.
What do you see when you
Look through my shell?

My only Angel

You are a beautiful angel
That stands before me,
I am only a forlorn soul
That stands before thee.

You have touched my heart,
My soul, and my mind.
Now I want to return it,
I want to caress your mind.

I have touched your lips,
Thou have touched mine.
You are my only angel,
I want to win your heart in time.

I want to hold you,
And never part with you.
I want to give you roses,
All red, white, and blue.

Your arms I want to hold,
Your lips I want to kiss,
Your body I want to caress,
When we are apart, You I will miss.

I want to shower you
With gifts and candy.
If and when I win your heart,
You will know you were meant for me.

You are one of the ones

You are one of the ones,
That made my life fall apart.
You are one of the ones,
That have bruised me heart.

You are one of the ones,
That wish I wouldn't stay.
You are one of the ones,
That made me wish I could fade away.

You are one of the ones,
Who destroyed who I am.
You are one of the ones,
Who made my life into one big damn.

You are one of the ones,
That makes me think about suicide.
You are one of the ones,
That made me wish that I had died.

Suicide ends it all

I can't believe that my life
Is falling apart.
I can't stand one more hurt
You throw at my heart.

Go on, I say.
Do it again.
I will soon die.
What will you do then?

I know you will ask,
"What do you mean die?"
I will no longer stand around
And get hurt by you, goodbye.

I make my way up the stairs,
All the way to the top.
I'm committing a suicide,
And this you can't stop.

I'm tired of the pain.
I'm tired of the hate.
If it is my wish to end this,
Then that is fate.

As I draw in a long breath,
I think about my past,
How you did nothing but hurt me.
Soon, the memories will no longer last.

Will you be a friend?

I wish I were a long
Long way from here.
I'm tired of suffering with hate
And living in fear.

Poetry is written
On the wings of a butterfly.
Do you sometimes
Wish you could go so high?

Do you treasure moments?
Like when you've seen a rainbow?
Do you keep it a secret?
Or tell everyone you know?

I wish I could smile
Without a worry on my mind.
Please don't ask me why,
An answer you will never find.

Just know this, that for you,
I am willing to walk a mile.
To put on a mask
> To make you laugh or smile.

"Death Wish"
May 21

Rivers of blood,
Oceans with red.
Who knows when
I will soon be dead?

Watching the
moonlight.
who knew I'd fall
without a fight?

My empty life,
I do want to end.
I have nothing,
Not even a friend.

I didn't ask for this.
My very wish
is to end this.
For my life to finish.

I have slipped into a pit.
And forever am sinking.
All these questions
are why I never stop thinking.

Fantasy Friends

My only Gramma is
The DarkMistress.
And I tell ya this,
She ain't no damsel in distress.

Then I have an
Uncle named Merloch.
He is an expert with magick
This one you do not want to get locked.

Then ya have the Ramsays,
Kantrel, Kyla, Jarred, Cordell, and Jorael.
Just don't hurt them or you'll
Have Draegon hot with anger on your tail.

Let's not forget a hot-headed daemon.
By the name of Khaos.
He is only a suit worn by
Some dude named Oz.

We also have a lady,
A lady named Zephyr.
She's a valheru and something
Very sweet but I can't get her. *winks and snickers*

Then on the side,
You have Vermillion.
Just don't piss him off
Or he will no longer be fun.

Let's go to the underworld
And meet Fomhoire Lyndsay.
Yes... He's the very god
Who owns this, can't you see?

"My New Light"
May 22,1999

In all of this darkness,
A light came to me.
It was unusual,
with many things to show me.

In my dark corner,
htere was nothing but the night.
But something came to me
and became the moon light.

For some reason,
Me, it would never shun.
It would make me laugh,
encourage me to have fun.

The light gave me hope.
This is something I have wished.
It also showed me that
my life is not finished.

When I take a closer look,
I now know who.
Because I just realized,
That this light is you.

"Punishing Others"
May 23

I want to punish them.
I'm tired of the frets.
Turn laughter into tears,
Turn teasings into regrets.

Fantasy isn't real.
Imagination doesn't count anymore.
Having to deal with pain.
What is it for?

It's all about death.
A dream come true.
It means final peace.
What about you?

To never feel the pain.
If you were a friend,
It doesn't matter anymore.
Everything comes to an end.

I seek an escape.
I'm just not strong.
In my opinion,
suicide is not wrong.

My Mask

I designed my mask
to hide the hurt from you.
You are a rare friend,
Without you, what would I do?

Why are you talking to me?
Don't you know my life is misery?
Why do you wish to be a friend?
Is there something you want from me?

Are you putting on a mask
to deceive and hurt me?
Why do you want to be a friend
when no one wants to be with me?

I have turned to my pets
for unconditional love and companionship.
Friends are like jewels in a desert.
Why do you wish to establish a friendship?

Yes, I admit I am skeptic
because of how I was treated over the years.
I will always question
why you were the one to lend me your ears.

Punish

I sometimes would think
suicide would punish
the ones who hurt me.
Is this what I wish?

To turn taunts into regrets,
To turn laughter into tears.
But it will hurt the ones I care,
deeply one of my fears.

My suicide will have a rippled
effect all through out life.
It will hurt many and to
not be there for my future wife.

Is my rage stronger
than my caring?
Is there something
I am not sharing?

Does my hurt mean nothing?
Does your taunts continue?
When you learn of my death,
Then what will you do?

Realms in Poetry

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Realms will fall,
Realms will rise.
But why do we
never grow wise?

Our lessons that
we do not learn,
Each realm will
have its turn.

Each realm will grow
with the future and past.
Yet no one will know
how long a realm will last.

But in my realm,
It will last long.
Because of my imagination,
It will be strong.

All because
someone told me,
"Take solace
in your poetry."

Through the Neverending Years.

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Through the neverending years,
Someone has been there before you.
And someone will be there after you.
Life is about what we can really do.

When you look at the night sky,
And see the endless blanket of stars.
There's solar systems and planets.
It proves how insignificant we are.

We all strive to make a mark in life,
To leave something behind as we move on.
As population booms during the millenium,
Danger lurks close towards the next dawn.

As the human race develops and grows wise,
They begin to use technology to help them.
Space Exploration landed them on the moon.
Next to Mars, some will or will not condemn.

Through the neverending years,
Someone has been there before you.
And someone will be there after you.
Life is about what we can really do.

"Used with permission" by Artist Joan Olkowski Title "Gypsy"

Click the gypsy to hear the poem (Real Audio required)

(Song behind the poem "Iris" The Goo Goo Dolls)

Shadowed Orchids, The DarkMistress
Written by Gem Bluestone

The shadowed orchids in the moonlight,
The dew falls upon her, her smile so slight.
She cast a haunting grin towards you,
You will fall if she is the one you fight. Her dark brown eyes stare at you quietly.
Her beautiful hands beckon you forth deathly.
Her long black hair falling to her waist,
Her personality seems too warm and friendly. But you question this, To you, She is nameless,
A blameless, shameless, damsel in distress.
But you couldn't be more wrong, too wrong.
She coldly whispers in your ear, "DarkMistress". Your face goes pale with terror and fear.
You recognize this name long ago, It's familiar to your ear.
You try to pull back, But you feel frozen.
She makes a smile and whispers "What's the matter, dear?" You stare at her, Her lips, hair, eyes, What a dame.
Her hand gently beckons, she whispers your name.
Your body rages in desire to be one with her,
But those who go with her, are never the same.

Halloween's Cruel Joke

When Hallow's Eve came to creation,
And gushed forward many a trick-or-treater,
Ghouls and Goblins fly free that night.
Many of them are true to be a flesh eater.

Children are taught to repeat a line
at every door they can beat their fist on.
Satan's creatures would roam free
and take a pick as they freeze on the lawn.

Halloween is just one big festival,
Beasts enjoy the screams and the fear,
They love when a meek child is frightened.
Creatures of the night, Dawn is yet not near.

Through all the costumes and trickery,
Children are plucked and often missed.
This joyful holiday for the goblins
are enjoyed till the night is finished.

As the sun comes closer and the night is done,
The ghouls and goblins flee to hide.
And when the children are soon noticed to be gone,
In Hell, all the creatures for a year will subside.

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This page created July of 1997, moved to Tripod August of 1999, last updated November 1999. Copyright Anna Marie Hoyer, All Rights Reserved. All Artwork found within the pages is copyright the original artist. All Poetry within the pages copyright the orignal writer, All character biographys copyright the player of the character. All titles done by Vermillion Draven and Gem Bluestone. Page layouts created and made by Anna Marie Hoyer. This page is a Non Profit, For entertainment only page. Do NOT take from my page unless you have prior written consent from the artists.

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