"bloodsucker" poems
The reason there aren't so many vampyres
around these days is they don't like TV hype
and the intrusions of TV news crews. It transpires
that vampyres prefer late hours and like low light levels
because they're egregarious and don't like to be seen inebrious
in the middle of their heinous, intravenous revels.
Also, unfavorable reviews about transfusions
and the confusion caused by AIDS, at this juncture,
has definitely reduced the appeal of being seduced
by some crazed and gurgling Transylvanian
bloodsucker lusting to puncture the jugular,
or any other available vein again,
especially when you don't know if they've disinfected their fangs
or only licked them after draining their last victim.
After all, vampyres were brought up in castles
when there weren't antiseptics for gargles
and they haven't been taught prophylactic criteria
against such apocalyptic viral bacteria.
And if you've ever seen vampyres with condoms
on their teeth, you'll know what I mean.
It's a scream. Everyone finds them hilarious. It'd be easier
to die laughing than to go down with anemia.
Also, like everyone else, vampyres hate ridicule.
No-one likes being seen as the fool.
And the other reason vampyres are scarce now
is that there are so many genuine muggers, hoods, crims,
druggies, financial leeches, homicidal maniacs,
psychopathic liars and genocidal tendencies to conjure up real fears
out there, that there's not much room left for quaint old-fashioned vampyres, poor dears.
But do you know something? Even though they were naughty,
I miss their occasional **** I know it was gory,
but those kisses, oh boy. We got into the femoral artery inside the thigh. It was ***** But when AIDs came along,
that was it. Definitely bye-bye. Nobody wanted to die.
These are the facts.
So these vampyres were starving and they reverted to bats.
Did a midnight flit,
and that's the end of my story.
Oct 31, 2012
Oct 31, 2012 at 6:01 PM UTC
I'm chasing a chupacabra through Mississippi
through mud thick like chocolate milkshakes
and rain soaked boots stick to my socks to my skin
I run around trees and zag and zig to navigate
a maze of horticulture past ferns and bushes
and it stops.
We're eye to eye
like two old lovers
spotting each other
from across a beach bar
except those bloodsucker eyes
could paint the Grand Canyon red
and nosferatu fangs
still warm from goat *******
could sizzle the sun.
Cobra tail whiplash
spotty patches of hair
the ugly duckling.
I aim my pistol at the beast and pull the trigger
like a civil war hero king of champion hill
and the bullet takes off at the speed of life
it penetrates the animal and blood sprays
out of the torso like a garden hose set on mist
and I run up to the almost dead chupacabra
and it barks
softer than balsa
whimpers of a new born
puppy tears
staining red eyes
and as loud as a mouse
it says goodbye
in dog
Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 9:03 PM UTC
liquor,
penetrates the air
creeps under the door
settles on the breath
of a witch.
hissing, glaring, staring, kissing
on someone, anyone who walks by.
She spits fury and frustration
in all directions.
slurred words, glazed eyes,
heart of a monster…
I enter the Cave,
ignorant and vulnerable.
Through the dark,
her burning, malignant
eyes seek out a goat.
A blood vessel.
her past victims
scattered in pieces across the
beaten ground.
Pulp. Mangles. Tortured. Suffering
from the poison of her bite,
the remorseless dismissal of them just
inches from death.
She wants them to cling on…
I’ve heard stories.
Seen skeletons.
They warned me to stay away,
They call her badger,
snake, bloodsucker…
They’re convinced no one can survive her bite.
Well,
I don’t need liquor to mask my scent
or get blood in my eyes.
I’m from out of town,
and this ***** is about to meet the Wolverine.
Sep 14, 2010
Sep 14, 2010 at 8:08 PM UTC
I watched you from afar,
knowing,
knowing about my curse,
I am forever married
to the other demons of the night.
I fight my urge,
the urge to
**** your life from you,
to make you all mine,
my slave
for my own personal delight,
forever.
You are so fine,
the prettiest specimen of womanhood
my eyes have ever seen,
you set my cold heart on fire.
To rob the world of such beauty,
such poetry in motion
for selfish reasons,
would be dire,
bring dishonor
to our entire league,
our league of
hnorable bloodsuckers.
It's just my luck,
to fall in love
with such a cutie,
makes me hungrier,
lust for you more.
O darling!
Dec 24, 2013
Dec 24, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
I hibernated for almost 4 days
Stressed to a breakdown
Reminders of what people want
Money lost
What a taunt
Defeat and anger
you wish to show your weakness
Curling into a ball
Dreams flow
Of what you want and miss in your life
You feel as if you lost
the battle of succeeding in your life
Bleeding from the cuts of debt and your artistic words remaining uncounted
Hemorrhaging to the almost death of your talents was your cost
You try to resurrect your skills and expression to the world
these "bloodsucker" leaches hit you once, again
The fight that's left inside of you
is all that's left to keep this life source from dying out
Now, I'll give back to you what you gave
I refuse to let my love of expression be buried in any grave.
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 5:25 PM UTC
i crack my fingers and clear my throat
trying to force out something that was once so natural,
something that kept me alive in my time of sparseness and loneliness
i can't remember a single friend from that time
i am my best friend now
and it's strange how things come and go,
the ebb and flow,
one day i'm lost in mania and bright lights and open mouthed kisses and the next
i am contemplating my solitude,
hunching my back and spending all my time in front of a mirror
there is much 2 see
there is much 2 be
i'm working on myself
by myself
for myself
i have room for others but they have to knock
i'm not inviting anyone in,
who knows
who's a bloodsucker
who's a mother ******
who knows who knows maybe a hope filled who knows maybe a less bitter, hope filled,
who knows
1
mania
brightness
kisses
false kindness
hope
happy times
lies lies lies
2
emptiness
gray
black shirt
ill fitting jeans
dry hair so dry dry dry dry
a girl held it and remarked
on it
and i cried that night
my heart was so large
so so so painfully soft
and virginal when faced with reality
3
no food
no food
no food
not allowed
no hope
now
progression?
regression?
i'm going somewhere and that's better than nowhere
maybe my words will take up a lilt again
and i'll rhyme cleverly again
maybe i'll find a happy medium
who knows who knows
Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
midnight writer,
my lovely bloodsucker,
darkness hasn't been this beautiful in awhile,
dont know,
that i truly love her,
she would be the hell spawn in my darkest hour,
as lovely as todays dawn,
girl you turn me on,
trust i doesnt even matter,
darkness melting off your back,
red eyes like decepticons,
a kiss would make the darkness turn blacker.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
it may have been
the smallest flying creature
I ever saw; without modernity’s grand prisms
I would have only felt it, a tingle on my ankle, then the itch
I could have crushed it, leaving a minuscule red slash on my skin,
the bloodsucker’s only loathed legacy, but how could I,
a giant glob of cells, master of motion, a driver of cars
one who swipes plastic cards to buy dead, roasted flesh of beings
a billion times the size of my ankle’s tiny guest
how could I be such a monster and blot out its light
with the slap of my paw, especially knowing,
in my wide world, a soft rain was falling?
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
so devouring but its only i who can feel this
not a granted wish but a unwanted pain
another razor felt thought just cutting me apart
just nail me back into my coffin if this you cannot take such as i
in the prolonging years could this curse still be here?
fearing that maybe one day, this might draw me out into the sun
and burn away like a bloodsucker
so crazed by my own personal hell and driven to suicide?
be that as it may, do i have the power to overcome it all to survive?
with difficulty i can only try to fight this
i wont let this **** me....
May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 12:59 PM UTC
He walks the streets and haunts the clubs.
He is a vampire on the prowl for prey.
This bloodsucker can face the sun
and prowl during the light of the day.
What he does is prey on the lonely and weak.
Homely women, lonely woman seeking love.
He is a sociopath, a psychopath with no
conscience or need to look to heaven above.
He hurts, he cheats, he cons, he steals...
with his charming face and phony smile...
Does not even realize his evil...
thinks women should succumb to his style.
He leaves them drained of worse than blood,
he ***** away their precious hopes and dreams.
Leaves them dead and dying when he through,
and only their mirrors hear their screams.
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
We swallowed
anejo and the worm,
walked train-like
through the crowd
outside
into
the splendor
of splashed-stars.
And under
the bloodsucker net,
in between
the pentagram candles,
we made the sweetest love
in the universe,
you and I
found paradise,
so sacred.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC
mottled bookmarks pin
tiny fragments of mine.
pages unfold from within
and resist to curve behind the time.
grimaces fade into memoirs.
suit coats on petit bourgeois
wink at my shredding guard vest of tin.
to wipe off those band-aids,
to slim my baggage sutcase,
to bury the laundry in silk waters is to see
it's lifting aloft no casting aground
so I murmur aloud shunning the clout.
a biting leech tot under battings of the brick.
me overlooking my hot spice of a boy
is cringy to mimic a sickening coy.
seems like I'm a worm and blood I eat and drink
to transmiss leukocytes all over the globe
when my maw is stuffed and my bulge bobes.
two sides of me rubbed along are two poles.
I bite far and I link two organisms
meds' substitution with itchy feelers
and a deep chested sweetheart, him I fret.
when to run my slabber in his blood
is to dehydrate and self-slenderize me?
awe-eyed lover man slim'd my tube in size.
me be loved for a healer then be dumped
but it's in my cytoplasm and in my blood
to bottom the gutters as if by dirt under the fingernails.
a biting thot inside the bloodsucker ***
seen by people as a nocuous germ.
they may wash their hands with a laundry soap
everybody is no island, I unrobe my cloth.
to cut sheets from life diaries isn't tougher any more.
© 4 days ago, Anton nature • humor • personal • societ
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 6:12 PM UTC
He'd stay up all night
transfixed on her beauty,
this lady of the night
& he'd fight the urge to stay,
to watch her as the sun came up.
But, he knew it would **** him if he stayed
& he just couldn't bear to take her back
with him to his crypt,
to live an eternal life
in the darkness
of cold , cold nights.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 8:06 AM UTC
My life been ****** even though I got my luck up,
Karma on my neck leeching like a bloodsucker,
******* at my chest, ppl ask if imma **** her,
I just go and tell him naw look around and drop a rubber
But the way that I was raised, by some gangstas and some saints,
When I tried to change the channel i was some how in the paint,
Fighting every ******* day,
To keep my demons all astray
pray to God I go above when I confess on Judgment Day
I ask the Lord to gimme hell so it don’t fall all on Renee
That’s my daughter and her mother so u know i got them K
If **** don’t work out God forbid we separate
I hope they let you know that I’m a finger dial away
For all the **** that i done did I already know that imma pay.
I just pray I make it right before the day my casket lay
All the women i done tried and all the bricks that I done weighed
Insecurities and pride paranoia jealous rage,
I ask the Lord to make me better for my family and my sake
And when I go I need a pound of dro and gin all in my wake,
Lemon pepper at my funeral, the macaroni baked,
A couple gallons of some Kream
Cuz u know I don’t eat cake
See the moral of the story is learn to live with faith
So it’ll paint a better picture on the canvas everyday
Learn to love the ones you got cause the Lord will let them stray
Cause you’ll be living with regret while you smoke your life away
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 6:36 PM UTC