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The fang of a vampire sinks in deep
Blood of the body against her teeth
That piercing sensation as she drains
The collar of my shirt soaked in blood stains
That weakened feeling I feel stumbling around
With the world around me swirling around
My hunger has altered into a crave
The old me has met an early grave
I can hear the hearts pulsing and pounding
The smell of fresh bait in the surrounding
I can't escape the hunger pains
As thirst for blood runs deep in my viens
I no longer use a fork when I eat
Because the blood of another taste so sweet
I've slept through the day I must feed tonight
But I must resume my slumber when the sun beams bright
Flatfielder Nov 14
Dark tree branches
Leafless peaceful
Contrast a morning light
Having woken
A dream's promised vision
It is time
A new day
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fray narte Nov 2
here's to the cruelty of the sunrise to watch on, as you break my heart.

the thing with betrayal is that it comes from the softest, safest places — like dark brown eyes and a smile that reminds you of quiet, content mornings. like candle wax kisses — slowly dripping on the sun lines of your palms. like warm rooms and august rainfalls. like sunrises, gently creeping about. so here's to their cruelty to watch on, as you break my heart. now, the daylight's apology means nothing after it has cut my chest open to take a look at all this ache — something to remember you by.

maybe the only thing to remember you by.

and no, i never wanted to write poems about you breaking my heart, so instead, i'll ask: how many more daylights do i have to curse to still the aching in my chest? how many more daylights do i have to make a mess of, just so i'm not one? how many more daylights shall i waste hurting?

how many more pretty daylights are there to break? how many more days?
fray narte Oct 10
i am fluent enough to understand emptiness when it speaks to me; if you dust off my skin enough, you'll see traces of the sighs we exchange — spilling down gracelessly, they bruise a fragile skin. i have mastered the art of naming them after wild lilacs.

maybe for once, i can say that i am soft enough to grow flowers on my wrists. my lungs. my sternum — all the parts of me that hurt.

but i know too well all about screaming in barren lands. i have thrown my poems in a forest fire. i have forgotten how to breathe without hands around my neck. i have wished to fall on a sword, way too many times to still call these open wounds as bruises — these bruises as flowers — these flowers as soft.

i am fluent enough to understand emptiness when it speaks to me — kindly, and yet, how can i tremble over gentle things? maybe pain isn't what it always is, and i wish to unlearn this language — the mother tongue, whose every word i know by heart. and maybe one day, when it sighs my name, i finally will stop sighing back.

but now, this bed is caving in under all these lilacs and glassy, distant eyes. oh, such a classic case of a girl gone mad at the sight of sunbeams on dying flowers — aching in silence, as she watches it all.

i am fluent enough to understand emptiness when it speaks to me. and outside, the sun rises in vain.
The Moon is home to those lost in the night
We are drawn to her like moths
In the glow of her pale light
The world feels soft
And welcoming
Suddenly I understand
Details that daylight cannot expose
Only Moonlight.
I wonder why so many people write poems and songs about the moon.
Rose Jul 28
I don’t remember how to feel sad anymore
It’s like there’s nothing beyond this life
I don’t remember how I lived without you
Why did it take me so long to finally realize

That you give me just this amazing summer feeling
Like there’s no heaven but you
Every second I’m healing, like walking on the ceiling
Cuz there’s no summer without you

Water rushes past us and splashes on us
You’ll say all your jokes and I’ll try not to laugh
We’ll talk through the night till the morning light
Twenty seconds and you’re already my other half

You give me just this amazing summer feeling
Like there’s no heaven but you
Every second I’m healing, like walking on the ceiling
Cuz there’s no summer without you

Don’t you just love the rays of light
That come from the sun in the days and night
That’s when we’ll sit down and talk for ages
Cuz don’t you know that now love is all the rage

It’s okay if you’re sad
I’m right here for you
It’s okay if you’re glad
I knew we’d get through

It’s okay if you’re sad
I’m right here for you
It’s okay if you’re glad
I knew we’d get through

Like, you just give me this amazing summer feeling
Like there’s no heaven but you
Every second I’m healing, like walking on the ceiling
Cuz there’s no summer without you
This is a poem about summer with a loved one.
Amanda Hawk Jun 30
the sunlight
finds my
face

and I no
longer
can sleep

how rude
is the
sun

to force
me
to wake

a rowdy
child
tugging at me

so I can
come and play
with them
Amanda Hawk Jun 25
absent
in a soft glow
I find myself asleep
lightly gripping
a shadow
laying down, I see
the perfect outline
before dawn
it seems to glow
and I find you
before you disappear
into the daylight
Marion May 25
Daylights were so much
than expensive goldbars
with your arms securing my chest
in the twenty-fifth of May
covered with comfy bedsheets
and you as my everyday scenery,
my healthy breakfast,
my vitamin A.

But nightfalls were so much
unaware than missed shooting stars
in clouded firmament
with your eyes refused to stay
growing cherry blossoms
as I hope that your feet
became regretful
for stepping to the nothingness
to the process of forgeting
until to the complete unknown

— marion.
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