"vampyre" poems
professional thieves and lunatic royalty
rule the alleys and burned out geniuses collecting cans
to earn the morning's medicine
fighting off last night's tremors
vampyre women that eat men alive
and live in darkness and
nobody's ever seen the forest
central park predators
Mad Hatter transplants
and eternal sages who stay drunk by being interesting
and getting good at giving tourists a smooth line of ********
(you can always spot the tourists in new york. they are the only ones wearing bright colors. in portland, they can be spotted by similar means, but the eye must be trained. the city abounds with sprouts)
always looking up
eternal chatter of madness from corners,
doorways, windows, liquor stores
*** barrels floating on tears
with a police state terror squad
2 floors above
killing justice and truth
black ties jumping out windows of Wall St.
cracked by pressure and greed and ego
street hustlers retiring at 35- or dead at 13
the street musician dying from apathy
he is a withering poppy flower
cut and bleeding
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 1:56 PM UTC
My living disposition leads me to assert that I am not dead!
Yet, my silence screams ancient transcriptions across geographical contour lines which are considered to be far removed from the metaphorical grid of contemporary societal norms, where the seductions of the vampyre and her haunting dynamics cast their eerie spells within this captivating fishbowl of galloping horses.
The Prince of Wallachia is able to explain.
Let us converse with The Count.
Whenever there is emphasis upon specific detail in this age of certain vanity, I find that, in 1456, I am truly bereft of valedictorian and flamenco odours, because this royal prince of acoustic arrangement has generated a harmonious expression which humbly corrects my intrapersonal assumptions across the mountainous regions of Transylvania.
Conflict resolution is therefore a mere figment of sociological and anthropological constructs, which fornicate with the façade of egocentrism and fabricates vain attempts to maintain social elitism within a blanket of darkness.
How do we find ourselves in the position of being so diametrically opposed to reality?
Dec 11, 2015
Dec 11, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC
What I Hold In These Hands,
Turns To Ash As I Watch It All Happen,
Bleeding Slowly,
The Agony, The Grief,
Are The Tools That Build The Coffin,
I Lay Down In And Drowned In As I Lay Here Alone,
I Close My Eyes, To Visit Memmories,
That Have Passed Away,
And Moved On,
Its Deeper Than The Root That Birthed These Shreadded Wings,
I Am Suffocating On The Tears In My Throat,
I Get High When Your Close,
I Die When You Go,
Vampyre At Night,
In The Day Ima Ghost,
I Speak At The Toast,
I See You And I Thinking We Know,
For A Second Thinking Deep,
Like Maybe We Don't,
Sorrows From Apologies,
I Was Loosing Control,
I Just Needed Your Hand,
Not Under Your Clothes,
Theres Dust On This Tesla,
I Drive The Smoke,
Ima Drive Fast And Die,
Off A Cliff Down The Road,
I Been Through Enough Cons,
Remain On Earth Or Begin,
Im Weighing The Pros,
We Stand In Different Rain,
I Don't Expect You To Know,
Being Alone Feels So Difficult Though,
Please Woman Of My Dreams,
Hear The Crys From My Heart, Opera Pugatory Screams,
The Wind When It Rains , Sounds Paranormal Things,
Im Strange And Im Me,
I Feel Like **** Life,
Slice And Dice A Knife In This Iv,
My Eyes Bleed,
I Channel , I Don't Read,
When Im Super High,
I Don't Speak,
To My Family, Im Not The Person That You Think,
Sometimes See,
or The Person Your Hurting For Me To Be,
Im Searching For My Soul Mate, Yes The Woman Of My Dreams
A Loft In a Cave, A Tree House With Peace,
Converted My Tesla Model S Into A Hurse,
Black Rose On A Tree,
On Top Of My Casket,
In Latin Conjure Beauty,
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 10:20 PM UTC
Considering some scribbling to figure everything out, I expect to either be entirely burnt by this fire,
or to be defined by it. Whatever it is.
It burns. Love, anger, passion-
what is in this heart, old and black?
as I lay in this, my heath of images-
all warping and swirling above my bed,
and death haunts and linger in the corner of my eye,
and I realise large parts of my lie,
and I am cold to the bone,
fattening like a pig by the day,
I shall be as poe, dying slowly day by day -
amongst the red red roses, lank hair and morbid tone.
Synthetic whisper in the woodland greet,
I ran, I could not stop, meek to the core.
Entombed in happiness, quiet and forever unspoken
she lets me down, she will never cease.
I am Vampyre, and so is she.
soon to be-
******
Eternally.
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 12:49 AM UTC
I shed people, sheets of rain
You're stories and lies
Adroit little beggar of crumbs
As I become.
A rock, a drop of liquid silver
Mercury's wings are on my heels.
Was there ever a better day to do this?
Would the time erase the flood.
I'm running to you again
And you reach out your foot.
Falling is always a destination.
Falling is abrupt, and ******
And the vampyre in me stays down for the count
And sips the nectar of Gods.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
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Hello Darkness, back again/
In fact, let’s act like I never left/
Life is conflict: love/hate impulses/
Makes me feel like I’m punching an ocean/
Heartbroken, when nothing happened/
So lonely, with people around me/
Living in the past, but it doesn’t exist... anymore/
It’s a lie, plus my memories are distorted/
Tampered with; call me paranoid if you want/
Schizoid, in the middle of nowhere, going up.../
Side down: mirror image time lapse fast forward/
Falling through the puddle in reverse/
Just add water to the burnt-out pile of ashes/
Drown out the alchemical reaction/
Ghost in a town full of phantom menace/
And everyday’s a “gone” day; born lethargic/
I am Slothman: only learn the hard way/
Searching soul found lurking in the shadows/
Children are my sunshine in the morning/
Vampyre, under a magnifying glass, without a coffin/
Bursting into flames; the inhuman torch/
Playing with fire... but scared to touch Hell, boy/
Sin is like a horn growing out the side of your skull/
Cutting it short leaves it unresolved/
And I don’t know **** but I know the smell/
The binge/purge cycle is manic-depressive purgatory/
Stuck on a seesaw, and when I get high/
Ground Control can kiss my asphalt/
Crash my relationships; stranded in a strange land/
Foreign language, and bad reception/
No settling down: still kicking up stardust/
Prison planet bar code cell phone hand cuff.../
AND I HATE THIS SHOW/
SHOOT THE CAMERA IN THE FACE/
FADE TO BLACK/
ELEPHANT INSIDE A BIRDCAGE./
Dec 24, 2018
Dec 24, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
Chills Shiver The Deepest Realm Of My Spine,
I Am Darkness I Am Light,
I Can't Breathe Some Times,
Suffocate Through The Night,
I Will Be Alright,
There Are Times ,
I Hold Her Side To Side,
Romance , Candle Light,
Speaking Eye To Eye,
Deeply She Starts To Cry,
She Feels My Pain Inside,
It Rains Dear,
This Pain Hear ,
Is The Poet And The Way I Paint Tears,
In My Minds Eye And Heart,
Its Me And You,
So Close Inside Of The Same Coat,
Feeling The Same Cold,
Breeze From That Strange Road,
Squeezing This Thorn Rose,
As The Blood Crys Down My Hand,
I Feel Sad, I Think Back,
If We Were Strangers Again,
This Wouldn't Feel Bad,
Theres Beauty In The Darkness,
We All Been Broken Hearted,
I Don't Want To Sail Away Alone,
Oh My Heart Is Bleeding For You,
The Woman Of My Dreams,
I Want You Here If Im Alone In This Bed Its Hard For Me To Sleep,
In This Silence I Wheep,
Its Been A Few Weeks,
The Way I Love You And Hug Wish You Could See,
I Breathe When I Think Of You Keila,
I'm Creating A Home, Vampyre Throne,,
Ima Save Up, Ashes On These Bones,
Time Me For Me To Keep My Head Up,
In Time My Passion Will Manifest Better ,
Healing, When My Beauty Is Set Up,
I Know We Will Cross Paths,
And The Desire Will Drip Passion,
I Will Drive You Back In My Tesla, To My Loft And Mansion,
Show You The Lair Where The Piano , Violin, Tones,
Reminds You Of That Sacred Safe Home,
Inside Of The Energy You Feel In Me,
Its Makes You Want To Cry And Heal Things,
Im The Real Me,
I Know Right Now Your Numb And You Think Im Dumb,
Deep Down You Know Im The One,
I Am Romance, You Will Always Remember When Your Sad
How We Hold Hands,
And I Look, Focus Deep In Your Eyes,
And I Listen With My Vampyre Heart,
How I Be In Your Thighs,
Id Watch You Sleep So Fragile At Night
And Giggle When You Snore And Record It,
Show You In the Morning,
Now Your Gone,
Im Bleeding Songs Cant Ignore This,
I'm Pouring Seas Of Tears On My Pillowcase,
Your Away I still Feel Your Pain,
I Know You Lie, Been With Guys,
******* To Get High,
I Still Care People Wonder Why,
I Say Cos I Live Under Life,
I Been Dead Inside,
My Head Is Tight,
I Stay Alive For Reasons I Will Hug You Again,
Cross Path With Temporary Friends,
That Come And Go,
Im Just A Ghost,
To You I Know,
I Still Hold On To This Rope Thats Around Your Boat,
So When Your On Dope,
Or Just Sad Af And You Don't Know Where To Go,
And Drownd, You Can Grab The Rope,
Ill Keep You Afloat,
I Promised No More Notes,
Text Or Emails On My Phone,
But I Am Poetry,
Theese Are Spells And Poems,
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 12:43 AM UTC
O Autumn! thou hast splendidly array'd
Nature, whose robes are treasure-rich with colour.
A patchy quilt of dying leaves decay'd,
Thou blanketest the world with deathly dolour.
I hear a voice inside my head. I list.
"Come buy, come buy," I hear in my mind's ear.
The pulse doth quicken suddenly in my wrist:
The netherworld hath never been so near.
I hearken to the rattling of the leaves
That hang like vampyre bats from skeletal trees.
The songful birds that nested 'neath the eaves
Have long since flown away with high degrees.
I'm cold and getting colder, and my breath
Is telling me I'm close to coming Death.
Oct 3, 2024
Oct 3, 2024 at 5:50 PM UTC
I Feel Things Inside Of Me Real Deep,
My Soul Will Speak,
I Hear A Raven Sing Next To A Creek,
Through The Silence,
Illuminating Pure Vibrating Tears From These Eye Lids,
It Would Be A Story To The Grave,
To Explain Where Ive Been,
1000 Years, Reincarnated Here,
In Realms Where Theres Absence Of Fear,
So Lonely Oh Dear, Come Here,
I Am The Never Ending Hug You For Ever Seek,
I'm That Comfort , You Puke For In The Bathroom Sink,
I Am The Home That Was Once Physical Now Ashes,
I'm The Last One Thats Still Standing,
With Wounds To Big For A Bandage,
Telepathy, Interjection The Mind A Bandit,
I Protect These Bones, My Woman My Home, ******
I Don't Have To Prove, I Could Use My Qi To See A Massive Bruise,
I Keep I Am Peace It's What Masters Do,
Vk, Immortal Ways,
Only The Now Is Exist,
Illusion Of Days,
Diffrent Shades Of Gray,
Infinite Ways,
My Worth Is A Perk To A Curse,
So On Earth Ima Stay,
Till I'm Ash And Im Gray,
And A Storm Washes Me A Way,
Theres So Many I Have And Will Saved,
I Work On What I Say,
Sometimes, I Speak Words That Hurt Cos Im Afraid,
That You All Will Walk Away,
And Y'all Did And Still Do,
Ooh I'm Numb From The Pain,
You Told Me You Would Never Leave,
Alone In The Rain,
I'm Embracing This Rain Storm
Making The Rain Warm,
I Accept As It Rains More,
Let The Rain Pour,
Roses On Grave Stones,
Its Dark But Like A Bat,
I Got My Back And Ima Find My Way Though,
Passionate Romance,
I My Specialty ,
Roses Pedals Be,
Over Your Body,
As You Breathing Heavily,
It's Intense Will You Let It Be,
I'm That Vampyre Memory,
December Weather Is For Ever The,
Vibe I Hold Inside,
When At Night I Die,
And Lay In My Casket,
Don't Ask Why,
Just Hold My Hand And Stay Eternally,
Or Let Me Know When You Feel This Cold,
If You know Your Objective Is Burning Me,
Embers And My Heart Hug,
Darker Than Black Home,
Victorian Rug,
I Am Immortal Love
Dec 11, 2016
Dec 11, 2016 at 6:46 PM UTC
A Male fatale,
Eyes of golden green.
Hair like a Doré angel.
And muscles so mean.
Subverting the life of another.
Pale or frozen.
Glass blown and sharp.
Angels of heaven dancing on his skin,
A King of Clubs and diamond studded desire,
Keeping me in line.
Leather, shades, and wings outstretched,
A Poet joker.
A dancing demon.
Shush sweet Vampyre.
You devour the love out of me -
Paradise might overhear.
You to me are everything I dreamed -
Jealousy will ensue.
I wish I was your only,
As you are to another,
And another and another.
So help me please.
There's no blessed plot for me now.
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 8:02 PM UTC
'Tis 3am this 'ebon' nite-
a curse befalls the creature's plight!-
He rises, for a prey to search-
to quench a hunger, and a thirst
His nostr'ls, a scent they find-
the prey is near-to sate his mind
The need grows stronger, his teeth to put-
to a cup of coffee, and a warm donut!
That's it, I'm going to bed now!
copyright: richard riddle June 02, 2015
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 3:55 AM UTC
Two fires rage within him
One disease, and one the cure
Together, they devour him alive
His strength, as well as weakness
Both ensuring what’s in store
Through the never
Neither severing their ties
Two forces bound within him
Light and Shadow
Thin as air
Each one desiring to claim him
When he’s lost and unaware
In their torment, they destroy him
In their thirst, he has been drained
His hunger now cries out
But in his heart, love still remains
In movements made of whisper
With the grace of broken dreams
He walks amidst the barely living
Wondering when he’ll finally die
Be it emptiness or madness
Be it ecstasy or pain
It’s all the same when his forever bides its time
For the desire within him grows
As every victory takes its toll
But even so, he tends to hold
To every hope that brings him pain
Most times failure feels to be the only truth he’s ever known
But deep within his heart, love still remains
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 8:12 PM UTC
Caught in the wind my fear plays unfair
in the eye of the storm at loneliness I stare,
a fool to suffer her divine incense
love verging unto predatory, albeit an offence
they say blood is thick, in clumps it runs
I see her flesh and so trepidation hums
her soul white, untainted, pristine and plain
doused black and sticky, sordid cravings to blame
beauty giving birth to an ******
quivers in my stomach I can't resist, or fathom
a vampyre in love battling it's thirst -
to be heart-broke and desperate it seems I'm forever cursed.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 8:28 AM UTC
I just ate an apple
I sunk my teeth into its flesh
Call me disgusting, rebuke my perverseness
I wish I’d sunk my teeth into you
Tasted your skin
Tasted your blood
Oh my sweet if you only understood
The thoughts inside my head
Heard you pant
Heard you scream
Am I still the pretty boy that I seem?
Laughter fills my head
I tell you you’re delicious
Do you really know what I mean?
A delectable act, one that cannot redeem
I lick my lips
I don’t want to eat you all up
Just leave bites all over your perfect skin
Nothing else is allowed to defect or ruin
Your flesh but me
Do you still want me?
Does this scare you away
Or turn you on, make you want to stay
I told you I’m a vampyre
Oct 25, 2013
Oct 25, 2013 at 7:46 AM UTC
Oh consume me sick brethren
wreak havoc and bleed thy sorrow
stalk infatuation with a sniggering smile,
and linger upon every hour of tomorrow
["Do you think the world cares
about your pathetic existence?"]
run fingers along dusty windowsills
cry away from the footfalls of the dead
spray your hair black, paint on your best face
from the shadows morals and innocence are shed
["You're just another freak
so give up this futile resistance."]
take your conscience by its swollen throat
saturate it in fury to stifle its desperate cries,
seeking vengeance you're killing strangers and
cutting yourself off to block out the swarming flies
blackened and bruised, you leer from the corners
and blow dreams to pieces,
["Oh come with me child" the Vampyre did rasp
"to the divide where insanity and reality creases."]
languish in frustration,
take out anyone in sight,
**** your pistol and get your trusty hook
go forth monster, and paint red the night.
Oct 3, 2015
Oct 3, 2015 at 9:22 AM UTC
As a kid he was odd,
a collector of scraps and small animal bones
a snivelling creature of the night,
he'd scurry about and hang around people's homes,
the wind would caress his hair as the dawning sun shone
on his tatty corduroy trousers and shirt,
like any other normal boy, he'd catch freaky insects
and make gross pies out of wet dirt
but that beaming toothless smile
suppressed a sadness so intense it twisted itself into pain;
from slimy cocoons latched onto his stomach
flew out wicker-work butterflies of fear and disdain
for, every night he would lie awake,
shivering in cold sweat
paralysed in terror, too scared to scream
as the thing of nightmares drawled beneath his bed
with a CRUNCH and a sickening SNAP,
it would feast upon his collection of dry animal bones
then slink off into the darkness
to raid all the other neighbouring homes
alas it was only a matter of time
'til his parents stumbled across the source of his dread -
the apothecary of horror descending upon their helpless souls
draining their bodies dry and leaving them for dead
turning to face the boy for the first time
blood dribbling down its lumpy chin
it's eyes burning, luminescent and yellow,
as maggots and ticks burrowed in its skin
"Why do you not turn away child, succumb to your fear and face thee?"
The Vampyre rasped, it's voice high with amusement
"Who could dare stare into my eyes and not scream?"
and the boy's answer was simple
so simple it took the creature by complete surprise;
"Why should I fear you, when I don't fear death itself?"
And with this the boy gestured towards the first light of sunrise,
and as the Vampyre swooped in
to take his last breath
he smiled, embraced the decrepit creature
welcoming the chilling kiss of Death.
AJ
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
In the still of the night as the stars shine down
I can close my eyes and feel your touch
when the blanket of velvet turns soft red
and the fingers of the sun reach out
I can sense your presence leaving
when the coldness gets to me
and I feel my heart no more..
I can feel your love
when my soul departs to the summer land
and my longing deepens
I can feel your kiss
I can feel you
I can sense you
I can hear your laugh
I can see your smile
I can taste your lips
up on my cold face
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 3:19 PM UTC
Visions refined in the darkest of dreams
Bring the cold light of day to the all I’d unsee
As the beauty long sought and fought long to protect
Still crumbles to dust in no hand but my own
For awake in this nightmare, there’s no real sleep at all
My doubts and my fears playing true to the end
My demons are real, but they come not to steal
What I give up so willingly when I lose my way
Under skies that bleed rage but wash the heart wicked
My screams fuel the fires of innocence lost
The storyline changes
Desire rearranges
‘Til the beast slain within awakens hungry for more
Beneath bridges still burning in wells buried deep
Springs the everything I thought I never would be
The souls I am reaping
And the lives I am stealing
In my eyes may be another’s
But, in truth, are my own
The corpses of my personalities lay scattered
In such disarray, much the way they had lived
No longer tormented by the hells of living
Lost in whatever hell awaits them hereafter
As the unending hunger that now consumes me
Devours even the love of beauty and beauty of love
Leaving nothing but sorrow and emptiness
Such emptiness which demands to be fed
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 4:03 AM UTC
The world flies past before me
nagging fear growing more and more transparent,
hiking back breaths to stop feeling sick
as the journey lengthens, my panic becomes apparent,
I never loved my creator, still I wanted to go back
to stare the evil I fear in its soured face
'fore it finally gathers up its silken Cape and drifts
up into the night, leaving behind only its vile taste,
spawned from the pressures of society
and the kiss of insanity, such is its need dire -
speaking like a god, loving like a machine,
sewing together its threads like a manipulative liar
god only knows why the bloated womb of life
threw up this pathetic excuse of a being,
and one may surmise myself bitter and twisted
but dear you can't see what I'm seeing,
she's a Vampyre of time and space itself
the parasite that preys more upon my mind with every passing year,
as the world around greys, along with my fractured heart,
the questions of How What and Why grow ever-more sincere
but as I stand before my late birth-mother,
her face not that of evil or a Vampyre, but of a woman riddled with fear -
I realise the anger I feel now mimics her own past demons
and that my judgement was dispelled by a single, bitter tear
[How was I such a fool
to willingly become so heartless and cruel?]
yes she took away my beautiful sister
but blood runs thick, sorrow's carried upon the wings of a Dove,
and now in her time of need, instead of asking questions
I'll simply shower her with my undying love.
[Sometimes it's easier to forgive and let go
because only then can love really show]
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
while being a man eater
she preferred
to be eaten
like a ***** bride for a vampyre
cleanse us from all unrighteousness
she liked her ****
bruised as beaten apples
with scorched *******
perforated with the needles
still glimmering in her areolas
oozing small rivulets of blood
as if alters to a weird mythic Jesus
do unto others
she spread her haunches wide
and knelt in supplication
her **** and glistening **** presented
for the scythe and whipping slick ******
let us then with confidence draw near to the throne of grace
she imagined
her body like a dirigible
exploding in mid air
her hands caressed her lush *****
with rabid fingers
like a woodpecker on amphetamines
girding an unlocked cage
of wet smeared lips
for this is my blood of the covenant
her **** drooled
as if a thousand baby tongues
dripped for a teasing tickling blade
knotty hung ***** and sagging *****
on the way to a glorious ascension
hard is the path to God
her life more dissolute
than *** **** videos
a rich lady languishing
with a growling animal inside her
and gold enough for life
but not too rich to bleed
extravagant tears of flaming petals
while licking devils *****
and being eaten and ******
from **** hole to gut
in a bottomless rusty bathtub
by a pantheon of fiends
*come now, let us reason together, shes a horney *****
in her own rem noir dark city
of obsidian dreams
she woke up happy as a jitterbug
and full of grace
her cunty fingers tasted extra ******
and slippery as melted butter
beware
watch out for the boiling red eye
and the hillbilly keep out sign
Jul 25, 2021
Jul 25, 2021 at 12:45 PM UTC