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

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]

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

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.

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.

'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

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

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,

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

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,

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.

A dream took shape, defined by the contours of the hole
you cut into the fog when you left that night.
You were walking on a dark cobbled street,
the drizzle coming down like sheets of silk,
the pale streetlight reflecting in the sheen
of the cobbles your gentle footfalls fell upon.
A man in a flatcap holding a skull-handled cane
smoking a cigarette with strong, yellow-tipped fingers,
watched as you ambled past his eyeline and down the hill.
He looked up to me, threw me a wink across the distance
and turned to follow you, his slippers sliding on the cobbles.

He disappeared from view and soon I heard the shrill
call for help come from your hastily muffled mouth,
but I just stood there and waited for the cries to die,
becoming drowned out by the drizzle pitter-pattering
upon the old cobbles and the stone wall lining the street.
The man came back up the hill, breathing heavily,
a line of blood trickling down from the corner of his mouth,
and he stood back under his solitary streetlight,
lit another cigarette and threw me another wink,
licking his lips and giving me a secret freemasonlike nod.
I picked up the shovel resting against my thigh…

When I woke, I thought of vampyres from the near east,
Transylvanian midnight hunters longing for the blood of virgins
to soothe the burning pain flowing in their centuries-old veins.
Still wearing my overcoat, I stood up and looked out the window,
overlooking the gaslighted cobble street enshrouded in fog,
the cemetery across the street, the stone wall doused in drizzle,
and I swear I could see the hole you left behind your body
as it vacated by world to find a new life to forage from.
I tapped out the dottle in my pipe, stuffed in fresh tobacco,
and lit the pipe, creating a large plume of smoke that quickly filled the room,
indistinguishable from the world-weary fog crawling beyond my window.

And then I saw the man in the flatcap, the cigarette hanging from his lips,
bent down from the rain, surely much too hard to gain anything from it,
but the smoke did indeed snake its way up into the air from the end,
like snakes of blue that decided gravity was far too cumbersome to believe in,
ready to escape the atmosphere and find a better way of living.
I began to feel empathetic for the smoke when I noticed the focus of the man’s gaze;
the window I was now standing at, where I too was smoking and gazing,
and he threw me a wink across the distance followed by an almost imperceptible nod.
I dropped my pipe, the wood splitting upwards along the shank,
almost shearing the tenon, but none of this I noticed as I stepped away from the window
that allowed the figment of a dream to gaze upon me and for I to gaze upon him.

I sat on my bed for an indescribable length of time, planning to stand up,
find the courage to step towards the window again to lay me hallucination to rest,
but the smoke must have still been stirring in my eyes because tears flowed,
and all I could think of was that figure of you disappearing into the fog
and how I let you disappear without saying but a word, without so much as a fight,
to try to convince you that I could change and that I was ready to change for you.
I may as well have picked up a shovel and started digging your grave,
or would that hole in the ground have my name upon the headstone?
Whatever recourse led me to this situation, I was surely now stuck
with no mode of transport available to allow me to venture to other pastures,
to view upon other cobbles, ones not lined by a cemetery,
ones not housing an hallucination that smokes snakes and winks and nods.
But here I am, wearing an overcoat in my bedchambers, dreaming of you,
because that is all you are now, walking away into the fog of a memory.

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 a 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, & bad reception/
No settling down: still kicking up stardust/
Prison planet bar code cell phone hand cuff.../

I HATE THIS SHOW/
SHOOT THE CAMERA IN THE FACE/
FADE TO BLACK/
ELEPHANT INSIDE A BIRDCAGE./

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.

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

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.

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 ******* 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