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Midnight and fullmoon once again
My eyes open after a good-days sleep
I thirst for evil fluids
In hell with the devils wings
I can already feel the heat from the blood in your veins,
As I rise to the surfice

Lock me in a room and chain me to the wall
Nothing can stop me
Come closer and I'll give you the kiss of death
And eternal life
Become one of me
For you know what I am and what I do
Come to the dark side of life,
And you will no longer have to run from me
You'll be chasing the victims
Come to me and we'll die together
Me Am Vampire
Marigold Oct 2015
Was willst du, was brauchst du?
- what do you want? What do you need?

Would the smell of my hair,
Or touch of my hand surfice?
Or prehaps solve everything?
Or do you need more?

Possibly the sound of my breath,
Could ease your beating heart;
Heavy and upset.

Or the taste of my lips against your own,
your neck,
your skin
- prehaps that could help to still your sense of unease,
Your certainty that nothing is quite how it should be.

And if not, my dear,
If all my attempts remain futile,
And lead to no bettering
The last I have to offer are my eyes.
Look deep, lover,
Pull me apart, piece by piece,
bit by bit
- and do not be frightened by what you see.
Until no doubt remains that you know every colour,
line and speck and space.

Then tell me, sweet one,
Is it all gone?
Portland, OR 26/7/15
Linda Terrell Jun 2013
No title
no title
words slither
in the mind subtold
like serpents to behold

No title
no title
a choice so unmade
no words in braids
not one word or two
not even just a few

No title
no title
no time to entitle
that title so futile
cast out the title
and leave it untold
but the ending--- contemplate
the insatiable ultimate
story must unfold.

No title
no title
Though no title surfice
the ending tis precise
like a run for the mice
the maze is the challenge
but--- the escape is the goal.


© Written by Linda Bates Terrell
Raven Black Apr 2015
Sometimes we float on a surfice
Of a calm sea
Silent tenderness is lulling us
Back and forth on a watery bed
Pumping blood slowly
Other times we rage and scream
Loudly and messy
Lungs filled with passion
Hands itching for touch
It's a dark night again and lonely
Sleep avoids me
Just a slow hunger eats
Coldness and fear
Love and lust
RhettlvScarlett Aug 2019
I believe her every word
here, there and everywhere
written spoken or silenced it's the truth!

Her surviving courage skill
a lesson of good and evil to all
in the face of cowardly
cold blooded assassins
demonizer slanderers
human predators

This beauty is my best friend
I am so blessed
my sister my doved eyed
an in and out beauty-rest
my beauty poetess is

much revered here in heart
her open minded nature
my inspiration she is!

This surviver was noones fool just hurting cornered and alone
in denial stunned
sacrificing all
for the ones she loved
So this lady parrot phrased
your culprits E-mailed
nasty notes  
cursing her mother birthing her!

thats all shes done wrong
to pay for it for lifetime long
is hellish travesty.

In the arena of the masked
the covert world of mirrors
granted a few final words
where compensation
she never sought!

My lady friend poetess
re-builds no sand castles to bridge no past disconnections

in this masked faceless cyber
H.P mirror
bridges tend to re-surfice spontaneously
unmasking key facts
completing past puzles
left unanswered

mis-sunderstanding innocent victims of crimes then left behind is very cruel.

It's induced evil fate
collapsing golden bridges
widening gaps
not even a two cent charity
for her pain was ever saught!
much less cash burried
a bank account could have help trace beloved kidnapped
How can someone valued so high
a genie in a bottle
not be protected
your lying significant other covert culprit
snake-eyed jeweled
is anchored to your bank
not to your heart.
no peaceful land!

No such viper's name can your heart carve
your master bed-room
slide
has no tender grace

your picture painter
a Mom's nightmare ****** killer
shes is all yours to keep.

O I am only messanger on free will
platonic friendship
wins this beauty's trust.

friendship I offered gladly
no study subject intended
and these words are my own
my educated guess at best

yes knowing her
in and out beauty
is loving her!

Understanding her
is trusting her
this in and out beauty

her banner's of honor
is true love and to sacrifice her happiness for the benefit of all
even her enemies.

I remain loyal kneeling at this beauty's feet
whom you left behind
heartbroken trashed cursed

just to go romance
wine and believe
the bone fish stonefish real fool
cursing your beloved d M birthing her
insult she simply returned
to her the curser
not meant for you
oh why couldn't you ask
who sent that garbage to your beloved dreaming of you in that magestic bedroom downloaded copied and published
just to find you,
it hurt deeply
your Mom once called her your dignificant other  
you now call wife.
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By: RhettlvScarkett
Reviced 03/20
I am a better bridge I unmasked and gave her protection and emotional support. Inspired and written for a great poetess on her true life events writing skills. Very fond of Karijinbba
Nicky Mar 2018
When love ends, madness begins
One person loses, the other one wins
You both become strangers, but that's ok
Cut him off, move forward, it's just the best way

Wish him the best, or hope for the worst
It's your decision, blessing or curse
Was it real love or did loneliness surfice
If it's the latter, you still pay the price

Paid with your emotions, it's the currency of care
But we were meant to be together, think that if you dare
It never ends well and people are damaged
You took on too much, way more than you'd manage

The battles were drawn and I pushed him away
Couldn't have him close, he's a bad one they'd say
So here we are now, right back at the start
Strangers with distance, many miles apart

I'm not really sure if I can wish you the best
I'd like it if I could, I'd be really impressed
Nuha Alli Apr 2018
I was the spectrum of life;
Burning  in the dark, black, barky forest.
I've been through the fire:
Yet you couldn't salvage me,
I've provided you with a remedy-
But you have poisoned me.
Reflections are colourful-
For that's  I needed to be loved for
I've conquered your standards,
Yet i didn't surfice.
Ironically, you didn't conquer my bars .
For you took me for granted!
One day you'll see what a saphire i am.
When thy cannot live to my standards.

But now i have no affection or love for you.
I pray thee remains constant and decided.
Resentment is an understatement as you have made me a cliff.
For you are a surpent.
Intoxicating my resilient periant.
The last end...

-Nuha Alli

— The End —