Dracula's BrideShe trembled
how pale and pleading
her blue eyes as she watched
from behind her veil of fright,
and yet, within, her heart beat
faster for the desire of the cold touch
of his fingers against her supple fair flesh.
She was captivated
and yet imprisoned,
like a gravitational pull
drawn by indivisible force
towards him, always propelled,
and still it seemed repulsed,
a rabbit within a snare
panic infused wanting to flee,
but yielding to the ruby red
of his lips.
that world of warmth
and life, of which she walked away,
and ever knowing
that death forever was calling her name,
she fears him and will always ask
what fated her to choose him,
when he smiles she shivers
from the inside vibrating out along
her spine, and when he touches her
she melts into his embrace
hypnotized she will take his hand,
willingly, thrillingly, deliriously
she follows into his afterlife
and her heart bleeds
into his darkness.
DraculaCenturies I live and forever more,Dracula11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Alone and forbbiden from light.
Nothing but cold, I stand in shadow,
People frightened by my sight.
A fair lady sees past the pale
And into my still beating heart.
...Could this be love I feel?
What is this beautiful piece of art?
We escaped together hand in hand.
Only now can I experience feeling.
Light may ignite me to ashes,
But her love is there for healing.
Her family and friends disagree.
How could I ever do the things they accuse?
I, too, can experience emotions.
My love, I will not lose.
In the bright of day, they steal her.
Kill her, I could not stop her death.
Rage consumes my eternal soul.
My one and only has lost all breath.
...Track them down.
Kill them all.
My revenge will be felt.
They will surely fall.
Wipe my tears as I smear their blood.
The wall covered with stain.
God is dead, and in his place
The demon defining pain.
Mother EarthWellwall's where the werewolves wear the whitest of wind westward bound,Mother Earth4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Wellwall's where the faeries frolic through the forest faster than the eye can see,
Here is where the lost seek truth, healing and a home not yet found,
Here is where the found are bound by the faerie's false promises of grace and glee
Wellwall's where the ghouls and goblins graze on the ghastliest, garish beasts,
Wellwall's where the vampires visit the veins of every host of viable girth,
Here is where the fallen hearts will find sustenance, of a dark and feral feast,
Here is where the darkness goes to prove its intentions run deeper than "worth"
Now the faerie we observe today rarely had a word to say,
But her prowess and powerfully peaceful face
Often found solace in the good and grace
Of souls seeking refuge in this fallen land;
Beds in the rushes and homes in the sand
Of where her power met the ocean's roar,
Where her prowess meant nothing more
Than dirt and ground below the weight
Of the seven seas full of t
Dracula's New ClothesThe moon shone over the thick forest trail. The light illuminated the road, but it did not calm the traveller's concerned mind. He was hopelessly lost in the Transylvanian woods and it was nearing midnight when he had last checked his watch. He should have listened to the local villagers in the town of Vaseria, but he did not believe their strange superstitions. But now they wouldn't leave his mind, and worst of all, he felt like he was being watched.Dracula's New Clothes3 years ago in Humor More Like This
A wolf howled in the distance. The traveller looked around trying to see if anything was near him. He saw nothing. If there was something or someone watching him they would be obscured by the shadows. He pulled out his revolver and made sure it was loaded. He knew that if anything they told him about actually existed it wouldn't hurt them, but he would give one hell of a fight. He tightened the high collar of his cloak and continued on, going deeper into the forest in hopes of finding a farmhouse or something of the sort.
It was almost un
Queen Among the DeadI lie stretchedQueen Among the Dead5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
upon the grave
beneath the falling rain
under a gray sky day,
with cold stone hard
against my supple
I am my own tragedy queen
beneath a dead star night,
watched by millions
of flickering eyes,
there is laughter in the dark
and too soon I realize
it is mine.
Among the reeds
where the wind blows low
and high, there is only
wearing my thorny crown.
How can I help but smile
when the dead come to dance
upon my grave
while yet I still live
upon the cool damp earth.
It is a welcome serenity
to hold my breath
and feel as if I am drowning
beneath the water
which falls from the sky,
and I float upward
leaving my body behind.
There is only sorrow here
lingering in the space
between the living and the dead
but we embrace it
as an elevated joy
that only we know.
I will sit enthroned
among these spirits
naked and cold
as they chant in their ritual
bath, and from the waters
I will emerge to dawn
their burial cloth.
Heretic HeartUpon your tongueHeretic Heart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is the alchemy
that turns iron into gold,
weaving truth into lies
or unspun lies materialize
Your eyes, the philosophers stone,
a vault of ancient knowledge,
which you guard over,
the key locked somewhere
within your soul.
promises rest upon the
edge of your lips
ready to tumble down
into the yawning abyss.
You walk in your own
they will fall at your feet
offering themselves as
your sacrificial martyrs.
You never burn at your
own stake, never nailed
to your own cross,
as the deceiver who walks
in a saviors robes.
And we all confess
our secrets to your ears
so you sore them within
the chalice of your heart
to be transmuted
into your own immortality.
In Quietus.I am Quietus.In Quietus.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am your beauty;
And your chaos.
You will face me when your days bleed to black,
You will plead to me when your light crumbles to ash.
Hearken, child, to the screech of the silence,
Praise, child, the mercy of your madness.
Time will crush you.
Age will shred you.
And tragedy will cast you to ruin.
I will be your perdition. Your solace. Your fever.
Death I am not.
Life I am not.
I exist as a shadow; nothing more.
Your grieving heart will lead you to me.
Never fear; my grip is secure.
Trembling; yet firm.
Weep for me, my dear. Weep now.
The miserable sun has already set for you.
I am Quietus.
I dwell, I sleep and I slither.
Dracula's OpinionAlright let's see what we've got Dracula mumbled to himself as he browsed the vampire section at a book store. Well we have The Anita Blake Series, which I have tolerated. We have that Anne Rice woman and her books. I know Lestat and he's more pleasant in real life. Dracula continued to browse, looking for a book to take back home with him. It was very rare that he came down from his castle and when he did, he always looked from something interesting to take back with him. After and hour of looking he finally went to find help. Excuse me Dracula called to a woman shelving books.Dracula's Opinion7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
How may I help you sir? The lady replied with a wide smile.
Uhh, well I am looking for a good vampire series, do you have anything recent? Dracula asked.
Well we have that new Twilight Series, and I must say its the best vampire series in the world the woman replied with much enthusiasm. Dracula looked wide-eyed at the woman. She got up and
Write. Write. Freak.A person sits in a roomWrite. Write. Freak.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The room is dark
The only light source is the computer screen.
The only thing the person is moving is her hands
She keeps her hands on the keyboard
Her eyes are glued to the screen.
The writer is not lonely
She has friends in her stories
In her poems.
Although she's tired
She still writes
Because that's what she likes.
So don't disturb a person
Who's writing or looks like she/he just got an idea
It could end out with fatal causes.
Apologies: A Klaine ficApologies: A Klaine fic4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had been a day or so since Blaine and Kurts fight in the coffee shop. Though Kurt was overjoyed that Blaine had decided he in fact didn't like Rachel, or any girl, he was still felt a bit uneasy because he didn't know where they stood.
Kurt was fidgeting with the coffee cup in his hand when he felt the urge to look up. There he saw Blaine coming towards him, and eventually stop in front of his table.
"Hey." Kurt said, noticing that Blaine seemed a tad unsure of himself
"We're on speaking terms right?" Blaine asked looking at his feet.
Kurt couldn't help but let the slightest of smiles play on his face at Blaines uncertainty.
Viva La Vida FrUKHe used to have it all. He had so much power, he could make anyone crumble at his finger tips.Viva La Vida FrUK5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
With one simple command, he could destroy an entire village. He was so powerful, either people respected him or feared him. England didn't care, it was their fear and suffering that made him feel alive. He wouldn't have it any other way, he couldn't see anyone else with this type of power. They couldn't take it, no, no one else could. Of course, the townspeople would talk amongst themselves, whispering to their friends. Most people thought that he was abusing his power, he wasn't right for the position anyway. Arthur didn't mind, so what if people talked? People would always spread nasty lies about him. Why? Because they were jealous. They wanted his power, they wanted the wealth, the admiration... Who wouldn't want this lifestyle?
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
Arthur walked down the street
Dracula's backstory- My Last Mistake oneshotBefore I ever met Mina Harker, before I even considered leaving my home in Romania for one in London, before jeopardizing my life, I was human. I was a respectable human in fact, but not without the occasional ill-intentioned move. I remember the last mistake like that I made all too well.Dracula's backstory- My Last Mistake oneshot3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A party had just ended in my prominent Romanian home, the castle built in the early thirteen hundreds when my family came to this area of the country, my grandfather relinquishing his father's surname Tepes and becoming the first Dracula. We had flourished since then. Every man had beautiful women to his name and a single son. I had yet to wield a son but had three lovely wives. I had faith in them to bring a child to continue the family.
I bade the guests goodbye and went to relax by the warm fire, taking a nice deep breath. The castle was delightfully warm even though it was dead winter. The warmth of the people, the guests, had left the room like a Turkish bath. But soon I heard a knock on th
God's BlessingsDespite all the bad in this world,God's Blessings5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The death, the sicknesses, the wars,
Amid all the sorrow and pain,
There is much to be thankful for
God has given many blessings
How many has He given you?
I know I have many blessings
And just to name only a few
A family that cares for me
A snug roof that covers my head
Food to eat, and clothes for my back,
Along with a warm, cozy bed
Good friends, who are loving and true,
Just like a second family
A proud and noble country
Where I know I will always be free
But the greatest blessing of all
Is one that's neither bought nor sold
It's more precious than anything
Far better than silver or gold
It is my Savior, Jesus Christ,
Who gave His life for you and me,
Who loves us with a special love
That transcends all eternity
So simple thingsYou dip down,So simple things4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
smile against my skin
Your laughter is a simple
a shiver through you
and into me
The Gravity is awfully strong today
because I can't pull away
My hands are bound
by the little
web of nerves
or maybe it's just that
twitch of muscles
(your special smile)
However, we are
so simple things,
like pieces in a children's puzzle
This one here
and this one there
That's it, we're done
Loving you may be just a spasm
in my brain --
But that suits me just fine.
A Slice of IndulgenceA Slice of Indulgence5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your loathing's perfect for me
Mixed with sorrow.
And baked in originality.
The finest taste of cloves.
The smell of garlic cologne.
Bring a happy tear to my eye.
As I sit in my alone.
Your pain is never big enough.
I'll wallow in my own.
And burnt out choices.
Are all that I have known.
The fingers of the hand that hold
My faintest dying hope
Are stained with dirt from the climb
Of our slippery slope.
Your malice fits me oh so well.
Just like a bloody glove.
That nails across a blackened board,
and sounds like dying love.
Words that never spell the right
Letters that I read.
Are lost between the bitter bridge
Of avarice and greed.
I'll never have the time you see,
For your pretty pain.
Your loathing's just perfect for me
--after all it's just a game.
I Always KnewI don't know when it happened;I Always Knew5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the stolen glances,
That made you look.
all the chances
We had, but never took.
our long walks
Through the shadowy park.
your friendly smile
That I could feel in the dark.
the long talks
That we shared late at night.
all those times
When I knew my heart was right.
And only you cared,
your deepest thoughts,
With me, you shared.
but I guess I always knew
When you, so sincerely,
whispered, "I love you."
All Hallows EveEerie is this dayAll Hallows Eve5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When spirits all come out to play
Creaking steps and whispered sighs
Deceive even the cleverest eye.
Scrapes and moans in the night
Jack o' Lanterns grin in the candle light.
The cauldron bubbles while stirred
Take heed to the sign "Do not disturb!"
Whether you are the treater or the trickster
Beware when the lights start to flicker.
Cat eyes in the moonlight gleam
'Tis the day when nothing is as it seems.
A time of mystery and of lore
When even the wise owl implores,
"Who-who" is there as the branches bend
Nothing more than the wind.
Startled he flutters to take his leave
On this spooky night of Hallow's Eve.
PassionYou look me overPassion5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
And you turn away
You lead my heart
Into silent decay
'Cause you want something beautiful
Want something beautiful
You want something beatiful
So you look away
Well, this I call passion
This I call real
Are you ready to see me?
Are you ready to feel?
But you don't see anything
You don't see anything
No, you don't see anything
'Cause you don't see me
You speak such wise words
But won't believe what I say
Think you've got to hold out
For some brighter day
'Cause you want something real
Want something real
You want something real
But you turn away
And, this I call passion
This I call real
Are you ready to hear me?
Are you ready to feel?
But you don't hear anything
You don't hear anything
No, you don't hear anything
'Cause you don't hear me
I carry this torch
And its burning my hands
Can you see the scars now?
Do you understand?
You think I'm not good enough
Think I'm not good enough
Well, am I not good enough
To carry these scars?
This I call passion
This I call real
Forever"But Gilbert, why?" Lovino asked pleadingly. Gilbert could see the pain and devastation in his eyes.Forever4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Because they will kill you if I don't. I could never let something so bad as that happen to you." Gilbert said pulling Lovino into a tight embrace."I love you too much." Gilbert pulled back a second to look at Lovino's face. His eyes were red and puffy, his cheeks a tinge of pink. He could still see small tears threatening to fall out of Lovino's hazel eyes. Gilbert took his hand and gently pushed a bang of brown hair out Lovino's face as he placed a chaste kiss to his soft pale lips."Don't worry I'll find a way out of this. And they said I only had to do one mission." He stopped to take a breath. "And what bout Antonio?"
"FUCK ANTONIO!" Lovino shouted. Lovino looked at him with wide eyes. "Gilbert, you damn bastard, what are you stupid? This is the fucking German Mafia! They could have you kill someone and you could get arrested." Lovino clutched onto Gilbert's arms tightly
Was there much pain?"Was there much pain?"Was there much pain?5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She asked me
As she twirled
A stark red ringlet
Around her slender finger.
As if my screams
Weren't answer enough.
"I am very curious how it felt."
Her mouth twisted .
That smirk, it set
My heart to ice,
My loins to fire.
Her ravenous beauty
Shading the beast within.
Had made such a creature?
I must thank them,
I won't get to do either.
"You are the first you know."
She began running
Across my chest
I should be thankful.
"It wasn't easy to stop."
The flickering candle
Made shadows dance
her soft body.
It was worth it.
"Curiosity won me over I suppose."
Into my eyes,
"But I see now it was a wasted effort."
Could leave my mouth,
She asked of
"I'm sorry to say I must start all over again."
In her ice blue eyes.
She wasn't sorr
I AM.I AM.I AM.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I am a writer.
I am a photographer of nature's wonders.
I am an artist struggling to find her way onto museum and gallery walls.
I am a living current of self-expression, always seeking new forms of mind-exploration.
I am a passionate being; I will always speak my mind.
I am prone to dark moods and violent outbursts of anger. But I am slowly learning how to control it all.
I am fully aware of my faults as a person, and though I am working to lessen them, I will never be perfect. Not by a long shot.
I am not vain. I will never be that girl who spends hours applying layers of makeup or curling her hair, I will never trade an extra 10 minutes of sleep to look like a Barbie doll. I'm not afraid to be myself. A real man will love you (and real friends will appreciate you) for the person you are, not who you pretend to be.
I stand up for what I believe in, even if I must stand alone.
I am infatuated with Mother Nature. I could stand in the afternoon rain and let it drench my face and c
Ancient Passions, Oasis DreamOne gaze deep so deep into those dark eyes mesmerizing me in my oasisAncient Passions, Oasis Dream4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One voice soft, caressing as a warm soothing wind, wrapping over me
One touch, as light as the nightingale's song to my spirit lifting my hair
One whisper, warm, breathing into my ear ecstasies just from the touch of it
Give me these, gift me these and I shall return unto thee so much more
I shall take thee to places you have only dreamed of, places you dream of as lore
Give me these, shower me with these blessings and I shall shower ye with all of me
Nectar sweet kisses, marzipan flowing secret from a place only you hold, to only you hold the key
Give me these, sweetest blessings from thy fingertips, brushes from your lips sweet
Then I shall wrap thee into me, taking thee into my soul seared only with thy name deep
Give me your music, let it sink deep into every fiber of my being
And I shall dance the ancient dance of passion's finest giving
Folding my arms around you, drawing you to drink of lips made to mold to th
FrUK - Sleepless ProtectorFrUK - Sleepless Protector4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
FrUK - Sleepless Protector
Francis was used to late nights, nights when Gilbert, Antonio and himself would go out in the early, beautifully crimson tinged, sky; and refused to leave unless they stumbled over their own feet, stone drunk, giggling like a group of school girls by the late hours of the glistening night.
Or those warmly filled days when he'd be caressing his newest love under the summer blossoms. Whilst velvet petals, beautifully twirling with the sweet wind, he'd be placing kisses upon his love with cherry lips. Velvet petals would glide and land gracefully upon the grassy ground, letting pinks and purples pattern the park's greenery.
However, he was not used to staying awake, when glorious sleep was an option.
France's eyes flicker up to the kitchen oven, orbs casting upon his creation: A newly born carrot cake, snuggling into the scorching heat inside. His concentration fixed on his magnificent creation, his sapphires keeping a watchful eye as the top of the honey brown
Cold Hands, Warm HeartYou spent the day telling meCold Hands, Warm Heart11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I'm hot when I'm cold,
That I look pretty with my hair wet,
That I'm fast in water,
That I'm your little fishy,
As I sped through the river's current.
You cuddled me, hugged me,
I'm finally sure you love me,
And yet I manage to push you away.
You know my hands are freezing cold,
Did I warn you that my heart's the same?
Cold hands, warm heart, I've been told,
I guess for me, it's not the same.
I didn't believe in angels until I met you,
I know you're one.
But not the kind with wings or halos.
Your aura is woven with beams from the sun,
Yet I'm a dark creature, dwelling in shadows.
I'm sorry I got mad at you for a stupid little thing,
And I know my words sting.
I know my hands are freezing, and my heart's the same.
But I love you with a passion, and in my heart is a flame.
Call Me PandoraDaddy called me a green-eyed demon,Call Me Pandora4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
once, affectionately, teasing me
about my own playful impishness.
I must look like one,
with my lime eyeshadow,
and my mint nail polish,
and my baby dragon fanged smile.
though he'll never know it.
Because there are some things
even young women (who are
still little entropy engines at heart)
won't actually discuss.
We are devils, hidden
behind the mask of Innocence.
And so we admit to ourselves
the things we can't say to anyone:
we have meant to hurt, intended to destroy,
and succeeded in breaking people
[though in my case, the wrong ones].
Your giggling witch-child,
your pinchy little faerie,
can really turn into a monster
...the times she's threatened
she snaps, and there's no taking back
what has already been said and done.
Because every girl has something wicked
lying dormant behind her deceivingly innocent eyes:
jealousy. cynicism. paranoia.
There are evil thoughts lurking
in every "pure" child's mind