First published on Free Verse Revolution, a division of Blank Paper Press.
He haunts my dreams
Without warning he’s there!
I’m all alone
I know this place
But obscurity blurs my vision
Along with the damp, foggy night
I walk toward an old roundabout
It’s on the edge of a field
Just a small play area
It’s part of a childhood
Where friends played
On innocent afternoons
With bicycles parked on the hard concrete
But it’s cold and wet
Lamp light struggles in the gloom
And I look as it begins to turn
It’s him, he’s coming
It’s him, he’s nearby
It’s him, he’s so close
An ominous shadow
Eerily shimmering in the dark light
And I freeze in the sound of his voice
He bawls incomprehensively
A noise that sends terror
Through my being, in fear
Of his next action
That never comes
Just the noise and the threat
I want to…
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We have a saying over here about public transport that says ‘you wait a long time for one to come along and then two arrive at the same time’.
This is why with Charlie’s permission that I reblog for your scary pleasure another Vampire themed poem.
And if I might add… it’s gooood !!
Go check out his other work here.
I am the vampire in your life, causing the pain and supplying the strife.
Sucking the marrow from your core and helpless soul,
Taking your life,
And consuming it whole.
No cross nor spike, nor illumination light, will help you against,
My worry, my pain,
I am the vampire who takes control, contorting and reshaping your helpless soul.
Hold your bible close, say your prayers, you’re in this nightmare now,
With all my worries,
With all my cares.
The vampire you see is not me, it is a mirage of the man,
I used to be.
And feed I will on your burning light,
Consuming and fading,
Your inner might.
But stay strong, resist my will, fight back and battle still.
The night is long,
As they say.
But have faith in me,
And bring back the man,
I used to be.
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I’m hungry for you
my tongue rakes my teeth
searching for any last vestiges of you
(for the aftertaste of the aftermath
for the memory of the spiraling path)
finding none but a faint whisper
I find myself flying to you
stealing up behind you
(on wings of silent leather
with fingertips as soft as feathers)
my nails scratch furrows along your spine
leaning in close
inhaling your scent
(the smoke left from the last cigarette
the perfume choking on its last breath)
that soft place just beneath your ear
licking my famished lips
I lower my face and gently suck
(the last traces of the clementine
the taste of raw touch, soaked in brine)
there, right there, along your neck
(where still waters run deep
quietly, painted red, underneath)
nip and suck, lick and kiss
as you begin to sway
giving in to my fervor
your heart racing…
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Up at the sky wanting to jump in
Into the clear blue ocean above me
The cooling breeze soothes my soul
In the currents of air, surfing with Sylphs
My body is washed of all earthly grime
My head clears from life’s stress
I feel whole
I feel Complete
I am relaxed
I am happy
I’m content to just be
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