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Vampires

InfectedTear
Lost Thinker
United States
Joined 6th Aug 2012
Forum Posts: 10

Vampire
darkness swallows the light
the stars show the beginning of night
this is the time i hate the worst
for i cannot control my thirst
i may hate the killing
but the taste is too thrilling
so encredibally delicious
ive become an animal thats vicious
im a bloodsucking demon
damned, or already sent, from hell

poet Anonymous

Bodies Stiff

On the ground and in the trees
To be versatile to the utmost degree
Amazingly agile and free
From limb to limb leaps taken with ease  
Imaginary road ways that no other can see
With close proximity, footsteps navigated effortlessly  
Its simply amazing how reversed become the polarities  
To be able to  create long and winding portals, through worm
holes imagined the blur becomes formidable  
To travel immense speeds through the looking glass seen, is a rebirth of physiology
Cells multiply thirsts becomes hunger
Acknowledging who we once were and defining who we are no longer
Our eyes reflect who we thrive to be but absent our eyes the senses still see
New instincts take over, blood made colder our bodies stiff, it no longer becomes difficult to shoulder, the burden of lives past
Time made infinite, artfully old the parenthesis of life open wide the space between them becomes slow
Generations pass, the gift of knowledge handed down, we rest our heads only to realize how little we know
Will there be a life after one with no soul or is the end of life it self the goal

Kou_Indigo
Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton
Tyrant of Words
United States 68awards
Joined 15th Sep 2011
Forum Posts: 2784

- Sanguine Seduction: Blood of the Damned -

The goddess of the damned drank of red, hot blood,
And her secret smile, she could not by means erase!
Before the doom of Atlantis in the waters of a flood,
When the children of fallen angels from out of space...
Strayed far from the causes of their unleashed chaos.
Before that fall of cold doom, I walked with demons,
When most beautiful of all they were, ere being lost.
I ignored the signs, the portents, and the fell omens...

“Red Queen, It was not the night that caught my eye,
But your eyes sparkling so delightfully in the firelight…
As you poured the wine most unholy for us to drink!
Whilst we talked of the stars that sparkle in the sky,
Enjoying the gentle music of that vast, majestic night.
So intent was all my desire that I do in honesty think:
You, were the one seducing my will; so craftily well,
That your charm played like a cat with my very own…
I sipped from your offered cup, a cruel thirst to quell.
And when we kissed, it warmed up the castle stone!”

When should I have asked the nobler gods on high?
Why all their anger drove them unto black genocide.
For even the children of the highest angels, can die...
And for them, there was no haven, no place to hide.
This goddess I sing of, was not yet called damned...
When she drank from her holy cup in Eden, of old!
But by a grand divine decree, and cruel command...
She and I, together, knew the touch of doom cold.

“I drank the wine you gave, from your full red lips,
And it tasted to my mind, like the sweetest honey…
Though it was most uncommon, for northern mead.
My arms wrapped so tightly around your full hips…
Our embrace was as a burning fire, so hot and free.
Each of us sensing in the soul, of the other’s need!
The kiss ended ere long, and you did smile serene,
Your pale white teeth glinting in the fireplace glow.
How noble is the smile from a fair, celestial queen!
I was far too innocent back then; now I do know.”

And doom I became ere long, for Atlantis too fell,
When hell-born necromancer, they called my title...
Before I was stripped of my noble divinity so well.
The goddess drinks her wine still, but passing little!
Changed entire were we, as was this entire planet.
But ne'er in the noblest spirit, for it remains strong,
More divine than they who thusly in wrath so bent,
Wrought mad death: in the name of righting wrong.

“As we dared make our love, on the black fur rug,
Your twin green eyes were blazing with mad mirth.
And once more we kissed like wantons in passion,
Whilst locked together as one, in a hot carnal hug!
I learned of the nature of the infernal wine’s worth.
When you told me, in the most sadistic of fashion…
That it was your own angelic blood, we so drank!
Now that wine flowed like flame in my own veins,
As into my flesh, your fallen angel teeth you sank…
Transforming me forever in full, with blissful pains.”

Magdalena
Spartalena
Tyrant of Words
Wales 62awards
Joined 21st Apr 2012
Forum Posts: 2993

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Dangerous

 
 
 
Lust my fire my craving my hunger
adrenaline high wanting grasps
a need that has to be satisfied
I ride hard and take what I want
 
 
I was made for sin it runs in my veins
lust is the one that drives me dangerous
as I take with strangers to quench my thirst
my energy holds no bounds as I drain
 
 
I seduce as I lure with my body as bait
an aphrodisiac with come to me eyes
enchanting the one I desire into my lair
unknowing that he will never leave alive
 
 
I keep him aroused with my intoxicating brew
temptation hangs from my lips as he falls
I make him my prisoner of lust dripping need
devouring his wanting hardness with my body
 
 
I feed him the honey from the core of my craving
he drinks my flavours wanting more and more
I take him in every way he could ever dream of
never will he ever know such satisfaction again
 
 
My naked form and erotic play drives him deeper
heavy gasps of pleasure fills his loud beating heart
blood hot and pumping faster through his veins
I sink my teeth in draining him of his last breath





DystopianMelody
Dangerous Mind
United Kingdom 9awards
Joined 9th Dec 2012
Forum Posts: 1391



When I look in the mirror

I don't see what the world seems to see

No glamour, mystery or grace and beauty

All I see is me

True, a fair few women keep me company

But not one of them is inclined to dress up sexy

The way they see me I may as well be an insect, a flea

The nectar they provide, I could drink forever the velvet waters of that crimson sea

They provide me with all I need

A soothing cup of used tampon tea

There could be no higher joy, no greater glee


shaunda
Fire of Insight
United States 13awards
Joined 19th Sep 2012
Forum Posts: 261

ahahahaha the tampon tea is so frickin funny

poet Anonymous

Congratulations to the winner.

Keep sucking blood heh heh.

Strider

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