"surfice" poems
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
Apr 5, 2010
Apr 5, 2010 at 9:09 AM UTC
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?
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC
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
Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 1:12 PM UTC
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
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 12:17 PM UTC
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
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
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
Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 8:17 AM UTC