A Vampiress' TaleA Vampiress' Tale11 years ago in Spiritual & Occult More Like This
How Dost Thou Kill?
I kill by feeding and existing,
I kill by living my cursed life.
I prowl the alleys at midnight
To search for prime prey
A pretty, youthful harlot,
A buff, young, athletic boy
Just a few of the entrees
Spread across the city's buffet.
When I find what I search for
I follow them till they drip
With fear and paranoia
I let them hear the rhythm of
My footsteps on cold cement
The sound slowly bends them
And steers them to insanity.
Then I go in for the kill.
Cornering them, I bow my head
So reverently into their necks
Sweetly scented supple flesh pops
Under the tips of my teeth
Hot red life flows over my lips
And catches on my dead tongue
It renews my strength as it
Gushes down my waiting throat.
I lick my lips free and clean
Of the glistening ruby remains
That were my nightly feast.
I abandon the body and turn
To walk down an ad
I Don't Write PoetryI don't write poetry, you know?I Don't Write Poetry5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I always feel like the pen is too
Heavy-held in my hand, like a weighted
Sword that cuts imagination away
By the root.
I don't write poetry.
Until last night, when a prompt
Let something loose inside of me;
A beautiful beast unburdened by
The insecure inhibitions of my
And that was rhyme.
The structure flows from me, now.
I've never been much of a writer
Since that time I found myself
Too critical of words, too
Unsure that my thoughts weren't unique,
And that someone, somewhere was more
Of a poet than I was.
But I don't think I have time
For the self-doubt, self-pity - for the
Self-defeating self-harm that
Buckles the legs and keeps me from
If I'm going to become
What I want to become,
I'll need to put my world on paper
For the prying eyes of academia
To see - to judge.
I think we all need to write poetry,
And I don't write poetry.
WorstNobody loves youWorst5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody wants you
Your heart breaks
Just to feel at all
You dream of relief
You dream of tenderness
You dream of death
You dream of deliverance
Your best isn't good enough
Your worst is worse than hell
Shadow SestinaFollow me into the dark, loveShadow Sestina5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Illness craves what sicknesses kill
Your heart in mine, intertwined death
Knows no boundaries, but will hide.
Save us kings of yesteryear: night
Comes unhindered by the lustful.
In shadow I am hidden. Lust
Becomes my aid, and my lover.
In that time betwixt noon and night,
The nightmares walk uncovered, killing
Sleeping dreams. They struggle to hide
In darkness. But darkness is death.
In that hollow Hell, Madam Death
Finds us, my dear, and she brings lust.
The inky black, where we must hide
Arouses the demon of love,
And innocence is lost and killed.
We shall weep long into the night.
We wanted to wait, but that night
The spirits were out. In my death
Throes I will regret our dream. Killed
By the shadows and fierce lusts
Of adolescence. Cry, my love,
For 'special' is something to hide.
Oh how I curse where we did hide,
And memory of that dark night.
Close the curtain. Shame is now loved.
As shameful as a drowning death,
For humans were not to swim. Lust
When Pigs FlyShe's waiting for the sun to come out, for it to shine onWhen Pigs Fly5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her ice cold face and warm up her heart with its golden
rays of sunlight.
She's waiting for the rain to go away, the cold rain soaks
her to the skin and chills her to the bone; the overcast
sky leaves her feeling washed out and depressed.
She's waiting for the flowers to bloom in a place where trees
never bud and leaves never fall, yet she waits until her
frostbitten hands turn purple.
She's waiting for grass to grow, stretch up and reach for
the faded blue sky, but as soon as it grows it gets chopped
down with the harsh cries of a lawnmower.
She's waiting for a sun that never shines and a rain that
always falls to stop.
She's waiting... for the impossible.
To Hell Along With YouTake off that pretty mask you hideous monster,To Hell Along With You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You hide yourself beneath that leather cloth,
Try as much as you want but I won't be fooled,
Underneath the skin of a fairy there lies a horror.
I know who you really are, you vicious temptress,
You pull me into your warm embrace so strongly,
I cannot find the power within to resist this evil,
My end is clear, you'll drag me to hell along with you.
Love hurtsLove may hurtLove hurts5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you'll live on
no matter how bad it is
juliashe touchedjulia5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a harvesting
pulled in little bits of skin and
warmth until what was left
remote as the moon.
she was bright and static and
tell me about the sex
i couldn't get enough.
she was scared of water
had dreams about
the ocean around her ankles hard
and urgent with want
waking up her eyes were damp
that was the sea spray.
are you still thinking of the sea
are you still beautiful.
do you still remember how
i couldn't get enough.
ElectricitySparks fly underneath the bed sheetElectricity5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when your toes wriggle between mine;
sensual weaving of limbs
glued in a form lustfully personified.
Skimming across every bend and curve
with a touch as light as a feather,
creates the temptation to dive
into one another.
We play a game of
hide and go seek.
Seeing things, clearer in the dark,
we make our way to find one another.
For a second, in that moonlight
I saw a gleam
in your eyes
as desperate as ever.
Stand UpStand up for yourself,Stand Up5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everybody is looking at you,
Stand up for God's sake,
Lift your fists and throw a few.
If you ever want peace of mind,
You must conquer your fear,
If you ever want to feel safe,
Lift your fists and throw a few.
Samhain Polished black stilettos stab into the brittle bricks of Charleston streets. The heart wrenching sound carries throughout the city and hides in dark corners, to echo at just the right time behind unsuspecting tourists. Long pale legs sweep the old streets and never falter. Crusty leaves and discarded trash scurry away from the blond goddess's broad stride. She rakes long, neatly manicured nails through her bleached hair and sneers at the gaggle of girls that has formed on either side of her wide hips. Their bright doe eyes look on her for a kind of guidance that never comes. She flips her hair to the guy closet to her and parts her lips just enough so that her sigh carries the seductive scent of her mint coated breath to his flared nostrils. She smiles a little and slits her eyes in his direction. She exudes control, perfection, and utter intimidation. She and the hundreds of girls fabricated to be her is not what this story is about. Behind heSamhain5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
SkinnyTell me it is alrightSkinny5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It is okay
Tell me that you love
My body just this way
I do not need to change
A genuine smile
Is all you want to see
Still I stare in the mirror
I despise what is there
The clothes do not matter
Nor the color of my hair
I want to be someone else
With a smaller form
Without unreasonable hatred for
Parts of me not the norm
All Dreams Turn To NightmaresMy dreamsAll Dreams Turn To Nightmares5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To ash between your
Used to hold mine
When i was falling
The Harder I Fall...The more I lie awake at nightThe Harder I Fall...5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Dreaming of your touch.
And the more I think about your love
The more I start to realize
AliveWhats so good about life?Alive5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The light, the lovely sights. the perfect life.
Empty Utopia, dangerous dream
Your fake smiles
Your empty sighs
Living on a perfect lie
I would rather much prefer something I could feel
I only want whats real.
I won't be tricked, I would be deceived.
The security of peace won't seduce me
I want to live and I want to breathe.
I wanna crash like the waves the of the sea
My waters cold as ice,
Its salty and stings
Louder than a chapel bell when it rings
Ring ring ring shouts in head
Pounds my brain numb and shocks my eyelids open
I don't want to fall asleep
I won't live life in a dream.
I'm awake, and I'm alive.
I'll pinch myself to tell
You know that's why pain,fear, misery is all so swell.
As I long as I can feel it I know I'm alive and well
Living doesn't mean anything without dying daily.
A world of smile with no tears.
A world with perfection and no fears.
A world where everything is set.
Well now you just look like a collared pet
Gold filigree She's falling from grace,Gold filigree5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She's all over the place.
With a mango in her left hand and a knife in her right
and her rustling, bustling steps putting bluejays to flight
She feels more like an albatross, everywhere to go;
but no compass in her heart, no North to call home.
And staring through the banister beams
will only make her tear ducts burst at the seams
Hiding the truth isn't not right
it's not running away, it's taking flight.
Courage came neither from bottle nor knife,
nor the rope that refused not to hold down her life;
It came from the memories, worn out
Beyond ComparisonNothing could compareBeyond Comparison5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the touch of your skin
Or the feel of your breath
Your soft lips
As they press against mine
And your hands
In the small of my back
You hold me
In your arms
I press my cheek
Against your chest
As I look
Into your deep green eyes
Nothing could compare
To this moment
Nothing could compare
To this feeling
Nothing could compare
To this love
1991.Dear Darling Sister,1991.5 years ago in Letters More Like This
My parents don't talk about you.
I know your name, and I know you are not here.
I do not know your birthday, not anymore. I do not know why you did not grow up to ask stupid questions of my mother, and borrow my make up and sneak out of the house on friday nights to see your boyfriend. I do not know why you didn't grow up to become a doctor, or a hairdresser or a teacher.
I do not miss you.
I do not know you, Alexandra. I do not understand the tiny red face, too tiny - I do not see why you were not breathing.
I discovered you today. I discovered you again. I was looking for photos of us, of me. My childhood is all mixed up in what you were not, my dear.
I wish you could read this, I wish you could know me. I wish you could understand.
I've always imagined you older - but there are pictures.. I didn't think there'd be pictures. That tiny face, those small, never to struggle arms. Never to hold my mother, never to hold a friend, a boyfriend, never to swing at the par
Jealousy I see you with him everyday, the one I love, and jealously spreads all over my face everytime I see you. I wish I was you, the perfect one, but I can never be.Jealousy5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You tell me that he's not who I think he is. I look a little closer, and I see his flaws; the way his hair is always disheveled, the way he fidgets. I tell her those flaws are what makes him perfect the way he is, but she frantically tells me the bad things about him.
He runs behind her, and taps her shoulder. She turns around to see an angry face, crying in pain. He slaps her, then runs away.
She looks at me, frozen in fear. Her face moves slightly, just enough to tell she is mad. Tears stinging in her eyes, she looks me in the eye and screams furiously at me. I ask her why she's mad, and she whacks my eye, and stumbles into the school. The door thuds-- and all eyes are on her. She rushes to her locker. Drooping, she takes all her things out of it. She slow
white lotustranscending pain, the grain forms of nature.white lotus5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
strength and length and the force of the freedom
to choose the right path, the night path, unsure
of the outcome, but certain of wisdom
in the walking without the bartered hearts
that are battered and split, but yet endure.
pure is the consecration that which parts
the sea of blood and sweat to raise and cure
us of our forgotten paths. purposed love
is not weakness, and tears are a baptism
of pain, released like a toxin, above
it all we stand, the pale cataclysm
stretched out like a bad dream fading in light
as we enlighten and lighten out loads, this night.
William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.
As Winter FallsAs Winter FallsAs Winter Falls6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Keen is the wind today --
like a fine-edged blade,
it cuts through my cloak
with fingers of frost.
Bare is the hill today,
all the green growth browned,
all the leaves fallen,
blown away on the wind.
And where shall I shelter
when all the trees are bare,
and the waters have frozen
and what grass there is is stiff with ice.
I remember the glow
of the fire on the hearth,
while the cold wind howled outside
before the world changed.
I hear your calling on the wind,
the voices I left behind,
resting in the cold, cold clay.
Will you come for me this day?
No Name I don't have a name. Don't need one. Call me Pain, call me Fear, call me Rage. Why should I have a name when all these words fit me so well? Why should I be mentioned? Why should I be known? I don't need no name.No Name5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No one knows me. No one ever did (Not here). I intend to keep it that way. I wish to be invisible, to vanish when gazed upon. I don't want no more accusing eyes staring coldly into mine. Don't want no more fingers pointing, no more voices chattering, figures lingering, people staring, food slopped in buckets, torturing. Torture. It's torture! That's what it is! Torture!
Days are nights and nights are days as I pace in my cell, cold air and rain stab my face like needles. Like the needles jabbed into me during the peace-making. Like the needles.....
I'm staring at the sky. How odd. Its calm. Smooth and blue with wispy clouds of snowy white and a bright yellow
Bou and Rau: Study of MatesBou and Rau: Study of Mates5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bou and Rau: Study of Mates
The commander made a study of the Den Asaan as he sat before the glowing fires of the hearth in the commons. The evening air was cooling and the giant seemed only consoled by the warmth the flames tendered to him matched with the temperate looks accorded him by the affectionate mate at his side. She investigated the Den Asaan in the wholeness of his tranquility, sitting and reading his letters from his brothers a second and third time. He had always read them more than once but the giant was restful enough in his favourite leather-bound chair as to read them numerous times within the course of the hour. She scrutinized the manner in which he compared his brother's writings, Otenohi with his ostentatious flair, Unghaahi with his courteous respectability and Obhantaa mirroring the Den Asaan's script exactly. The letters garnished his lap, their pages lit by the ocher smolderings of the effervescent flames before him. The commander smirked, observing the giant
hereI found it.here5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Found my quiet place.
It's nice here. I can bead my pearls on their little bit of twine aroundaroundaround my wrist and right into my veins because however hard I try to cover up the hole with my jacket sleeve they always find a way in.
It's dark in there, I think. Maybe they're sad because there's no light inside my insides for them to steal and twist and bend. 'Cause I don't have no light
No, no light.
But that's okay, because light is brightbrightbright and no, don't like it poking and prying and burning my eyelids and-
and and and-
That's okay. It's darker in my quiet place. The only light's from the pearls and the colors they paint on my fingertips.
They stole them, though.
Stole them from the sky. Had to have, because that's the only place I saw them before, up there all sherbet puffs of pink and blue and cream-
And now they're gone. They're not above me anymore, no, because now that's just white and white and everything's white so white except the