Poetry


Shadow's Kiss

I am the silence between the breaths you take. I am that little bit of darkness each time you blink. Nothing much until you look at all that you missed... Elusive and yet everywhere. When you finally can look past what your eyes can see and hear what is not sound. That is when you will find me.



Where the Hemlock and Nightshade Grows

Walking away... It's time to let go... The pain's gotten too bad, And i won't let you see the dance of the sick. It's time to find where the hemlock and nightshade grows, I won't knock on his door. I'll kick it in and kiss the devil on the lips, I'll place a rose between Death's teeth and play dead at an angel's feet. When they've all turned their backs and walked away I'll disappear.


PLEA OF A VAMPIRE

 The black night shielding my tainted essence,

the glaring moon a hateful eye,

watching as i creep like shadow,

wondering through a fog of bloodlust

lost in a world of painful sweetness,

succumb to evil joy.

 save me oh god who i have doubted

sinned and drank the virgin blood,

wept and consumed the soul's tart liquid,



The Crimson Quill [vol. 2009]

A collection of prose and poetry submitted to VO in 2009.


Home

The clock ticks away on the wall.
A guitar plays softly somewhere,
looking out over the see of soft light.
I'm back home.
Graves make my path down the hall,


I


Be silent and no one can see us.
walk with me across the rooftops.
feel the wind, see the dark.
Look at the cityscape.
This is me, this collection of dust.


A note for you.... in case you wondered

When you left my life,
and all I had was what was left,
I could finally see.
Because of what you took...

You took away my worries and doubt,
you took away my lack of sleep,
When you left you took away all of
that drama and ridiculousness that you brought with you.


You took away the lies, the endless


As Awful as I am

I turned out so bad, im not even alive and i don't blame you for leaving that night
But you could be bad, as awful as i am and i doubt you would even put up a fight
cause i get my light from streetlights
and you get yours from the sun
but you won't be able to show your face in daylight when we're done
cause your blood's just as red



Back At My Door

I can smell it on you

The smell of another

I can see it on you

Your skin a different colour

You can’t come through this door

Your not welcome anymore

Don’t come here again

Do you hear me?



A Hunger

Ravenous

My nostrils flared with the scent of his cologne.
I breathed him in to soothe my soul.
Hungry, I found myself salivating at the memory of
him...bleeding, and the metallic tinge to his blood.