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I have lived
But
Never have i lived my life
As my own
As it should have been
Lived

I have existed
But
Never have i mattered
Never did i have meaning
Nor what i did ever
Mattered

I have run
I have cried
I have felt raindrops on my cheeks
As they fell
On and on

As i have wandered
A ghost
A shell
A copy
Just out of a machine
Lying on the floor
Never to be pondered

I have seen
I have heard
I have read
Magnificent stories
Where i could have
Been

I have slept
I have dreamt
Of my past
My days
Which could have been
Better spent
Draven – D-Raven is my name
I’m well known of course, I have found fame, I am written of in novels and poetry, everyone knows my name.

Over time I have had many different names Vlad and Dracula the most popular by far.
My face is pale white and from time to time I have gotten in fights, my face shows the scars.

I long to roam on my own but from time to time I gather in a brood, we drink and smoke, jump out on folk and generally get up to no good.

D-Raven, I am also d-riven, see what I did?
I am driven to culture the blood from any Human R.I.P’d.

The Human body must be warm, of course, cold blood just won’t do!
Be careful stay out of my way, the next victim could be you!

I nip the neck with my Fangs, that’s teeth to you, they are particularly long and sharp and pierce right through the skin, to the large artery within, which the blood flows.
Watching the victim go pallid and weak, gives me a very warm glow.

By day I sit high up in the sky in trees and buildings, legs slung over the ledge.
Looking for the next victim, whom to make my pledge.

Watching the Humans down below playing and toiling, making their own pledge, trading their souls for a few pennies more.
To buy food, clothes, shoes, maybe purchase a car.

They do not know I exist amongst them, and I like to keep it that way.
They won’t even know before they die, I never look them in the eye.
From the back I approach, hand around their throat.
It’s only afterwards that I stand back, look at them, take them in and gloat.


Sometimes I see beauty, staring back at me, and I take the time to admire; but mostly I see ugliness and I’m glad they have expired.
If I ever thought that perfection existed, I would quickly exit out of this business.
Alas Humans strive for perfection, but it is not a winning aim, so for now there is no end to my killing game.

I continue to roam this earth, day and night, every now and then I reveal myself, in a prank to cause fright (it’s how I entertain myself).
People see and immediately flee, screaming and running away from me, I chuckle and laugh at the fuss I have caused, it lightens the load that I carry, makes me feel.

Have I said I’m handsome of face, at least so I am told, I am also charming, witty and very bold.
I married once, a lady, I met the same day we wed, our marriage did not get old.
She told a tale of lies to get me in her bed, then my one love, my only desire fell head first into a fire.
I’ll never make that mistake again, single I will stay, no one else to think about, I like it that way.

People assume that I can’t be happy but all I can do is laugh and sigh, then calmly reply “500 years and I want more, I love this business of blood and gore.

Pen and Paper will ensure I exist for all eternity, written into stories and poems that rhyme, my name will change, of course, from time to time.
Essentially it is true, that I am through and through a Vampire, who exists to consume the living, think of it as my way of giving, back to society, maybe you should consider me hired, taking the blood of the less desired.

I long for someone to hold my hand, tell me stories of love and desire, if I found someone who could love me for who I am, I would happily retire.
I would take a home down in the depths below the ground, where the Devil stokes the fire.

For now, though, D-Raven is my name, Vampiring is my game (and I’m quite good at it)
Completes a trilogy, A Vampires Life, Walking on the Darkside and D Raven is my name.
Hope you enjoy
The residue of her desire was obvious to see
Her eyes glazed with adoration and lust
His eyes were dark and full of mistrust
She had loved and burned
Her love for him was not returned
Her desire will be pushed away, saved again for another day
Saved deep down where the residues of her other emotions can be found
This was a word prompt on another site
Here’s cheers to the ones who never gave up, who never gave in.
You’re the real hero, the real champion.
You are the one who never lets things or people get the best of you,
and I am so proud of you that you’ve become.
I promise you, when you beat that giant.
I will have everyone sing your fight song.

Here’s cheers to the ones who need a little encouragement,
I know that the road will get bumpy, but it won’t stay that way.
You can do anything that you set your mind to,
because I believe in you.

Here’s cheers to anyone who made a new milestone in their life,
because of that new milestone you know that everything is going to be alright.
The future may be a bit scary; but I promise you, you can do anything.
Here’s cheers to you.
From being that little ******* the playground with no friends.
To growing up with only a few imaginary friends.
Little did this little girl know,
was that she wasn’t in this world alone.

From trying to play “catch me if you can”
with her imaginary friends.
She soon realized that it
wasn’t such fun after all.
Because her imaginary friends
would soon, very much, slip away.

Little did she know that school time
would just fly on by.
Little did she know
that she would soon pack her bags & hit the road.
Little did she know
that her imaginary friends would, as well, go.

She trusted that they would stay.
Never did she think her imaginary friends would slip away.
Slip away from the past they once knew,
back when all she had was you.
breathing the turquoise like lavender,
and sipping the blue summer.
bitter cold clouds glide and morph lava lather,
floating whispers cut by sweet pineapple sunshine.

soon, a moment, now
rhythms ripple the sky like skipping stones
we jump the music like puddles
splashing in the frequencies.

cobalt bass rumbles the earth hungry,
pumps the air with springing spirals
pushing and pulling the senses,
reverberating through cells.

heavy mud humming, stomping
echoes through our atoms dizzy;
balancing tuned body to innate electricity
the fizz of circulating lemonade energy.

we jump the music like puddles
splashing in the frequencies.

strawberry melodies spilling ribbons,
dolphin leaps of the spaces inbetween beats,
lines of colours overlapping,
colliding, mixing, merging, blending
in with the forest.

washing over souls the life fire sparkles
like a clear water cleansing harmonies,
sound waves crashing against inertia.
phosphorescent glow of re-charged love
for the world, for being, animation

flowing through burnt smoky ashes
of sapphire charcoal skies;
dimmed radiation of chlorophyll emerald days.
the smell of salt, dry bark, fluffy carbon mists,
trembling lights softening the eyes'
grip on outlines, loosening lies.

watching the cycles of patterns
tumbling colours through a mill rotating,
and the silence of listening
when the music comes to an end.
Something I've been working on for a long time on and off since 2015.
dear ones )/)(/\|\//open your hearts\spill out your
pain and sorrow unto this vast, moist earth, whisper
to me your secrets...i never tire, i listen....//)\ i hear
everything )(/)(/ be healed, be soothed by my cool
touch (/ be embraced by the wind that sways me \/
kneel over me, let your tears fall upon me, feed me
with your heartaches, your brokenness...bury them
'neath my roots, i'll choke them with my tight grasp.
in the open air...shout out your dragons, your night-
mares....let the wind blow your dark shadows away
let the sun melt them, deny them space  \/)/  i cover
the soil with a green  carpet.....one with the sun, the
wind, and the rain....i go wet, i go dry....i thirst, and
i swallow them all \\||....i am the grass ../)//((\



Sally
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
November 13, 2017
I wrote this...as I was thinking of my granddaughters...how to keep them safe from harm...even when  I am no longer around...
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