RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2

Hi ya'll ^^^^^
in honor of Halloween Horror... I throw this dark into the pit...

22 quatrains, 2 rhymes, 8 meter

Heaven Sits Waiting
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among the choices in galore
the one on top sits with a door
with lots of rules-to-open lore
they call it Heaven, joy's free store

he didn't care, the dinosaur
to wake on Earth was his main chore
he liked to be a bully bore
to rape and kill, he liked the gore

he heard his daddy yelling whore
and call his mama, old cold sore
each night was less-than-civil war
his view of love grew to abhor

survival in the cement spore
he ate from greasy's guarantor
reactions sleazy and hardcore
creating mutant, a wild boar

"I hate you all" in silent roar
a secret life, away, offshore
so perfect was his metal drawer
he kept a piece of each death-score

to savor and 'wake up' for more
his evenings spent as heretofore
until the morning, through the floor
a bursted pipe burned his decor

he woke from pain, his throat was sore
he saw the handcuffs just before
he felt the bandages he wore
he counted wires, there were four

and then he gagged as if he swore
the nurse, she clipped in blank rapport
"Hello young man, my name's Devore
I'm here to help you, but implore"

"...you mustn't struggle anymore
we almost lost you, yester yore
it was your breathing tube you tore
you must lie still, yes, it's a chore"

she stroked his forehead to explore
a fevered state not to ignore
a jungled mind with no peace corps
the poisons sweat from his skin pores

"The days you lost, we can't restore"
the voice belonged to the doktor
who looked with eyes to eyes that bore
the deeds to light, of dark Egor

"If you survive this, Mister Thor
you Know you won't be the victor
in Court, they plan to Try you for
the children murdered, with deplore."

"I wish there were a meteor
to smash your face with burning ore.
I'd like to play the Creator
and help you die with great labor."

"A soul decayed, no elixor
can heal malignant parts of your
dark thoughts that fester as they pour
from wounds when no one did adore..."

".... the little child inside of you
there's really not much, we can do -- "
with apt control, and soft tones, few
"I'll focus on your chart review."

" ...your burns are massive, through and through
light coma, pain meds will accrue
volcanic fevers, running to
your veins, with agony, fondue..."

"...that's shorthand for what will ensue
here comes the priest, to say adieu"
the walls were gaping white starch view
the intern ran to a code blue.

and then came Sister Manicoo
whose nametag said, don't smile, foo'
and bustled crisp, with old subdue
"...remember all the deeds you grew?"

"from seeds of bruised, abused and blue
a child alone, in toxic brew
no one to help, though many knew..."
and then an old man shuffled through

the curtain of the ICU
he dressed as priest, with collar, oooo
"Hello..., I'm here for death's debut
and pray you now, don't misconstrue"

"you'll notice choices, there are two...
"...closed doors awaiting, one is new
...with Heaven lights of God's own hue
and Jesus runs the whole heart crew"

"but first the other door, it's true
you killed my baby with no rue
her body tossed, like trash, you threw
and as you die, this hell's for you...."

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The Casket Showing
Pipe organ plays Prelude in C Minor
Carnations and lilies fill me from
head to toe
I stop and sign my name and address
in the visitor's tome
I've just walked through the door of a
funeral home

Black-suited men and reeking
perfume
Funeral home attendants look
themselves like death
Family and friends creep quietly,
speak in hushed breath

A morbid-faced gentleman shakes
my hand
And points to busy room number
three
Everyone squeals when they see me,
It’s been a long time you see

Great-aunts, uncles and cousins
I’ve never met
All sorts of questions and I answer
kindly
Yes, I’m an artist, a poet, a writer
and I’m forty-three

Prelude in C Minor has ended
and hymns begin
I vaguely recall that old tune
Something about promises
and a valley
Damn, now everyone’s crying,
even Aunt Sally

I hate these things, the stench of
body odor, bad breath,
the smell of embalming
fluids not-quite covered with flowers
I just want to go home
Anywhere - Paris, Munich, or Rome

I glide over to the casket where
great-grandmother Ruby lies
Aunts are crying and speak of
how beautiful she is
They look at me expectantly
and I say she’s glowing
Those are the proper words
at a Casket Showing

Truth be told, the funeral home
did excellent work
They styled her soft white hair
into beautiful waves
Rosed her cheeks, covered a mole
I can’t believe that tomorrow
she disappears into a hole

This is not the worst of things
In the Deep South, we have an
old Tradition
It’s called the Graveside Showing
Some asshole will always ask
to have the coffin opened
I guess it’s to help with coping

We are forced to file by and
take one last look
I can’t help but look into the
gaping hole in the ground
A fleeting thought makes me
wonder if I’ll slip and fall in
I try to hide a little grin

Maybe I’m strange or maybe
I just have a sense of humor
Maybe I’m irreverent or maybe
I’m weary of silly intentions
Maybe I should just start flowing
with the the old art of Casket Showing.

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Descend to Ascend

Blood pouring down my legs
Tissue falling away
What was a human infant
is now a lifeless mass of clay

Vicodin for pain but nothing
to mend my breaking heart
I close my eyes, hoping,
willing my stinging tears to part

Wandering into the unknown
A woman in white did usher
me to large double doors
Where I met Him, Lucifer

I wasn’t a Christian but I
did remember a warning
I realized this beautiful man
was responsible for suffering

I looked around and saw the
charcoaled human forms
The floor sloped down to a
stage where a fire always burns

Those around me could not move
But they had a soul and eyes
I could feel their distress
I could feel their piteous cries

The heat in the room was like
a black cloud, I could touch it
Lucifer kindly said He could help me
I refused, told him that wasn’t in Holy Writ

I “thought” He had given up and
I was escorted away
to a room where drops of light
poured forth with a golden spray

From my Tarot study I knew
these were called drops of Yod
I remembered I was a Pagan
and standing before a Holy God

Jehovah was pleased I’d refused His foe
He asked me some things
to ascertain my humble spirit
Then He gave me unexpected blessings

I would conceive in exactly six weeks
Have a healthy pregnancy
He even told me the sex
I knew this wasn’t a dream nor fantasy

Indeed, I conceived six weeks later
Even to the day
It was the only chance we had to try
I knew I was pregnant instantly

It was crazy, going through labor
for 36 hours, then a C-section
Just like I’d been told
I was calm, my husband retching

Cynical by nature and the vision
fading, it took me
five years, still, to convert
to embrace Christianity

I believed, had a good and open heart
But all I saw around me
were self-centered snarling dogs
Unthinking, unloving sheep

I think mind control, brainwashing
induced a lot of fear
Kept me chained to the church
Ahhh…but that was yesteryear

I wished I’d listened to Lucifer
I’d not have wasted a decade
But therein lies a lesson
Knowledge is never a charade

Lucifer has not let me go
His presence has been
devouring and unrelenting
He has come for me, His kin

Four Princes of the Underworld
Sons and Daughters of Set, Belial
Makes no difference the name
Because we'll find freedom in Hell

The only way to eternal life is by
separation from God
by seeking one's own exaltation
with pentacle and a steadfast rod.

Last edited by KellyRedhead 11-02-2010 at 03:07:25 PM

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Ok so this is a RUFF RUFF draft....still working..lol!!!

Dark

Pies

I now sit comfortable in front of a warm fire. Yet tears fall freely from my eyes. Of a darken memory, forever etched into my mind. It start with a dry spring and then a even dryer summer. Fields of green turned to dead grass and dust. The flowing streams once filled with cold clear water, turned dry and cracked. Lakes receded to shallow pools as fish lie dying in the summer heat. No crops would grow and we ran out of our reserved stock. I was outside drenched in sweat from a long day of hunting. Not much game had stayed around this small valley of death. All I and my two sons had killed was two conies, a small meal for a family of six. Samuel cleaned the kill and my older son Alexander and I sit and drink scarcely on what little water we had. We seen dust in the distance a solider riding approached from the south. As he got closer I raised my hand in proper jester “Hail and well met solider of the south” I said. “Well met sir. I come bearing news from the south.” the solider said dismounting his horse. “What news do you bring, sir?” I said removing my gloves. He shook my hand “Great news my friend the King has said that all from the north should go to York and to receive free rations to last for the rest of the summer and the beginning of fall.” he said. I grinned wide and shook his hand harder. “That’s great news, hail to our most generous King” I said. With that the solider bid me farewell and rode off to tell others. I told the boy’s to hurry and finish stripping the conies and I rushed inside to tell the good news.
The next morning the boys and I packed up the mule and left my wife and daughters to travel south to York. As we traveled south we come upon the small town of Oxroth. The town seemed deserted except a older man sitting by the well in the middle of the town square. He wore a black robe with the hood up and as we approached a rotten smell surrounded us. He removed his hood and I noticed his face was grotesquely twisted and upon his right cheek was a oozing bole. As he spoke he walked close to me and it took all of my will not to vomit up the bread I had ate that morning. “Well met weary travelers. I am sorry to inform you all have left this village to the town of York in search for food. Is that where you are traveling?” he screeched at me with the smell of death on his breath. “Yes we travel to York” I said trying not to breath in the foul smell. “I see I know of a short cut if you wish to take it. Through those hills. he said pointing. “It cut’s off two days journey. You will be there by tomorrow eve, if you go that way just follow that path.” he said pointing to a small path going down beside a barn. “thank you sir we will take your advice.” I said quickly making my way to path to get away from the dreadful smell. So off we set down the narrow path, a fork in the road I wish I had never took.
The trail was grown over but, we managed to follow it without to much trouble. The path descended down into a huge valley. In the distance there was a river running through it. It looked like the path crossed over the river, so there must be a ford ahead. Not that one was needed the river had been dried to a mere stream. It would be easily crossed at any area, that did not have a large embankment. In the distance I seen the large hills where the valley ended. However the sun start setting in the west after we crossed the shallow river and I suggested we make camp for the night. So we unpacked and gathered fire wood to settle down for the night. The night passed with no incident and we quickly packed and begin a journey once more. We chewed on dried jerky as we walked the path to the hills. It was late afternoon we arrived but, we pressed foreword up the hill instead of making camp there. Once we were at the top of the hill the sun was setting to the west. “Look” cried my youngest son Samuel pointing in the distance. As we turned and looked to the south we saw a large walled city in the distance. From the look of it less the one day of travel lay the city of York.
That night we all settled down to sleep excited and full of joy knowing that our journey to York was almost over. Later in the night I dreamed I was in the next valley walking to the city of York. My sons leading the way with joy in heart. They stopped suddenly in the middle of the road looking into a clearing of the wood. “Father food” Samuel screamed and took off like a rabbit being chased by dogs. “It is father, pies and wine” Alexander said in amazement, taking off as well. Then with out warning the wind begin to blow harshly. Sending dead branches and leaves swirling around. In the distance I seen Samuel and Alexander drinking and eating what lay upon a long wooden table. I hollered for them but they showed no sign of hearing my voice. Suddenly I saw a bright light appear before my eyes and heard a voice like rumble of thunder saying “Be warned Argoth traveler from the north.” “Do not eat or drink of this table, you or your sons. Least you forever walk these hills in search of food and drink for all eternity.” With another bright flash the the light was gone. I awoke screaming as I seen the sun rising in the east. As I woke up my sons and gave them jerky to eat the sky become overcast and appeared to be threatening rain. “Look father it looks like God is blessing us with rain today.” Samuel said. “indeed” I replied as I packed for the last part of the journey.
The day dragged on and it rained as we walked the small over grown trail to York. I dropped my water skin after taking a large sip. As I bent down to pick it up cursing under my breath. I heard my son shout in the distance “Father food” I jerked up in shock as I seen Samuel running toward the clearing in the wood. “Father it is pies and wine on that table” Alexander said as he sprinted toward it. I felt a strong swirling in my head as a felt dujvo. “No, you must not eat of that table” I screamed as I run in their direction. As I arrived at the table it was to late they was gorging and drinking the pies and wine from the long wooden table. “You should not eat or drink from this table.” I said once more. “Why not” Alexander asked, shoving another piece of pie in his mouth. “I had a dream telling us that we should not” I yelled. “You talk like a drunk man father. There is nothing wrong with this food at all. Said Alexander finishing the piece of pie and washing it down with wine. I looked down at the table and at the pies Alexander had been eating. I started to wretch in disdain as I seen the inside of it. It was blood red and sticking out from the filling was a finger. “Look …look inside the pies my sons.” I managed to get out. They both stopped eating and looked down at the pies. Alexander screamed in horror as he seen the finger poking out of the pie and immediately started vomiting. Young Samuel looked down and seen I eye starring back at him he fainted immediately. Both throw up all that was on their stomachs and grabbed their stomachs in pain. I pulled them away from the wooden table and built a fire. Laying them comfortably as possible next to it.
The day went on and the rain stopped. Night came and they both seemed to sick to move. Neither of them woke and they both seem to be groaning in pain in their sleep. I drifted off to sleep myself and slept uneasy. Late in the night I was awoke by the sound of hideous laughter. I jumped up and drew my sword instantly. Standing by the fire was the smelly old man I had seen in the town of Oxroth. His hood was down, showing his hole distorted and boil filled face. He was grinning a wicked smile at me laughing. “What have you done” I demanded. “Why did you not tell us of this evil place, you wicked foul demon?” I said this pointing my sword at his throat. “I wanted you to come this way I need more children to do my bidding.” he said stepping back out of sword reach. “What children” I said “Yours” he said laughing in a scratchy cackle. I looked down and seen that both of my children were gone. I was instantly filled with anger and looked the old wretched man in his eyes. “I will kill you and send your foul soul back to hell where it belongs.” He laughed once more and called out into the night “Children come and protect me.” Out of the darkness two figures appeared, both were human in shape. Once into the moonlight I seen them, my sons twisted with bits of flesh hanging from their bodies exposing muscle and bone. They walked dragging and drooling toward me with dead eyes. I was in shock shaking, barely hanging on to the hilt of my sword. What was once Alexander lunged at me taking a bite out of my left arm. I screamed in pain and plunged my sword through his chest. It dropped him to the ground in a wet slump. I pulled the sword free and charged Samuel. With one quick motion sending his head to the ground he fell dead on the wet grass. I run toward the old man without much thought. Wanting to end his life for changing my sons to monsters, but with a flash of red smoke he vanished. Leaving nothing but his wicked cackling laughter echoing through the valley.
With tears streaming down my eyes and heart full of sorrow. I burned the bodies of my sons and prayed that God would see them into the gates of heaven. I finished the travel to York and bought supplies. I traveled by the main road on the way back to my home. As I approached my home, I saw no one outside. As I entered the house it was empty. No one anywhere inside. As I set at the table after unloading the supplies. I seen a piece of parchment laying there. I picked it up and begin to read “Dear husband we have went to York, Elizabeth has been excepted to go to a all ladies school there. A nice old man named Zarkulles was the one to deliver the news. Seeing we was alone, he said he would accompany us there. I agreed those his smell is horrible, we will stay down wind of him. He says he knows of a shortcut in the town of Oxroth. So we plan on taking it. Hopefully we will meet you in York. Your loving wife Mary”. I flung the paper down and jumped on the horse and rode non-stop to the town of Oxroth. Seeing they were not there I took the evil path all the way to York. I searched for years and have never found them. The long wooden table is now gone, as is the old man and no where to be found. So I sit here now in this busy inn by the fire with tears in my eyes and dagger in my hand. Waiting for the crowed to leave so that I can take my life.

Wes’Dark’Oakes Oct ‘10

Last edited by Dark 11-05-2010 at 09:13:52 PM

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Come on someone throw me a bone at me or a chair or knife what do ya'll think?????? Here music to listen to while you read!!!!

Last edited by Dark 11-07-2010 at 03:08:02 PM

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Very cool story!!!

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The Blood Of The Poet

Centuries;
a memory was never meant
to last that long,
and they don't

All that remains,
flashing images,
brief moments,
and hollowed out emotions

The time that was my life
has been reduced to that of
a grain of sand on the beach
invisible, worthless

Instead, I have the memories
thoughts, visions, dreams,
and fantasies
of so many others

The blood,
holds all,
every moment of life
waiting to be read

I remember my first poet
she was elegant, graceful, yet raw,
wild in spirit
full of vision

she wrote as if
the power of divinity
was in her fingertips
capturing all, with her words

I remember her essence
a song like no other
intoxicating
filling me with hunger

I could not resist

It was early in the night
late autumn,
I came to her as the mist
peaceful, on a breeze

I brushed her skin,
gliding along the surface
unnoticed, uninhibited,
she breathed deep in response

I wrapped around her slowly,
under her gown,
touching every inch
her song echoing into the night

She inhaled me
taking me in
making me a part of her
baring her soul

Writhing within my arms
helpless, breathless,
moist with sweat
overcome with lust

My mouth watered
my eyes widened
my grip tightened

I sank into her
the rush filled me,
I had to pull back
and absorb it all

her song called to me
fueling my hunger
I sank in deeper
and drank my fill

I smelled the scent
of jasmine
carried blissfully
on a spring breeze

I felt the power
of a wave cresting
and crashing
against the sand

the sound of
a mourning dove
joyful and free
leaping to flight

the passion
of a simple touch
from the hand of love
gently caressed my being

I pulled back again
trying to resist
but my hunger
now screamed for more

Sinking in even deeper
there were shooting stars
moonlit walks, child's laughter
tears of joy, and sorrow

I felt the exhilaration of
riding on the back of a horse
it's speed, it's strength,
the wind


I wanted her
all of her
every moment
every feeling

so I sank in even deeper
piercing through
all her barriers
unrelenting I fed

and then I found it
the moment I had so missed
the sight never to be seen
by my eyes again

There within her memories
the sun rose over the horizon
filling all with
warmth and light

My body shuddered
uncontrollably
my skin burned with anticipation
wanting to feel once again

I slowly pulled back
looking down
at her lifeless body
hearing her song from within

I wept

Last edited by Artie 11-09-2010 at 02:01:12 AM

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Thank You

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Great write man!!!

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Fallen in love vampire


Be my vampire

in my purple-misty nightmare

I have given you all my trust

in those moments of illusion

and dreams with incredible lust

You`re not my choice

just have been hocked of your voice

so creepy and incredibly strong…

My scream from your touch is long…

and deep like infinity

I`m crazy for your ability

to take me deep in your dark-blue world

with only one strong full of pain hold…

You're still my soul…

If you need my blood, just drink it

that is your duty

the night with you has a special beauty

Just be my vampire

`cause I`m same as you

lost my soul of desire

I have to tell you that I need you

I have fallen in love with you!!!

Back in Bloody Circulation, mmmmmm

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In my blood

I have got in my blood
blue tears of disappointment,
awe of your last statement.
You make me feel lost
with goose pimples and frost.
I`ve got a misty-purple nightmare,
to talk about that don’t dare…
My aims and ideals are fathomless…
That poor and strange life is the best.
My blood is extremely hot,
can you be with me?
Like a slave or a master
to surpass the disaster.
You shouldn’t be like the others
Just be with me
So long… in infinity…

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Sweet non sense

You like to live in my heart.
Are you sure, that`s not smart?!
You like to be between my two dreams,
to stay in my long nightmare
with your nasty reality it seems.
You`re not afraid of darkness
and to be hunted in a deep forest
to lose control, without future
in the area with grey-mist,
you don’t think anything
just listen to a magical singing
with noises and echoes,
passionate and creepy…
you run into a danger
and like to be with a stranger,
anywhere between heaven and earth…
What do you expect?
One night pleasure or a whimsical treasure?!
I like to tell you
maybe you should try,
to put your imagination in my dream…
I don’t know why…
I feel your shiver…
That is a sensual fever.

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Here ya go... The order is changed a little here. Please read and rate if you haven't done so yet.

Crevices of the Mind

This journey is best taken alone
Once entered you can never go home
A trip through crevices of the mind
Overwhelmed by vapors of turpentine

Between the fissures wickedness prowls
Secretive men hidden by their white cowls
Crawling from the blood and the grunge
Dropped into rotting swamps they plunge

Smashed bones and torn flesh at inner cracks
Images of Bundy and Dahmer attacks
Leak from orifice of darkened soul
Coagulants in rancid red river flow

Pictures reflecting the walking dead
Fiendish, vile creatures need to be fed
Insomnia sets from things you may find
The inhuman acts made by mankind

A deranged man caught in desire
A daughter snuffed in a bedroom fire
A trial defense blamed crystal meth
An abused mother choked to death

A swinging young boy from a knotted noose
A soldier betrayed by a broken truce
A son fallen into a drug addiction
A stoning of an adulterous woman

Clumped together in brain’s cyanide soup
Through skull sutures seep a toxic ooze
Layers of soiled rags, an endless pile
Come on in. Won’t you stay awhile?

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The red bloody bra





Can you see

my ugly scar

and creepy sweat

from my last nightmare.



Can you see

that I`m sick

lost in wondering…

And emotionally confused,

that is the reason why I speak slowly

and walk around lonely

sometimes.



Can you see

that I`m bleeding,

the time swallows me

something strange has happened

that has stolen my first dream

can`t forget, still can`t sleep.



Can you see

my tortured soul

against the beauty

of my controversial personality.



That really hurt!

You noticed only my red bra

under my grey shirt.

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chandelier's frozen dreams


crystal chandelier sway to and fro
pristine and true as she lets go
catch the memories that will soon be forgotten
be the bearer of lies that deem an ex rotten
glory prevails in time and integrity is a beast nobody sees
in silence it comes as virtue is crippled at the knees
when the strength of you chandelier deteriorates
fall will the priceless memories, that disorientates
as the glass rips open and the loss of blood becomes murderous lies
sending modern day hopes and dreams to its demise
with a ravenous hunger the virgin Mary will be penetrated
and stains of red anguish and echoing screams were only aided

Last edited by thecross 12-08-2010 at 12:45:46 AM

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Sliced


I know i really shouldn't,
But there's been to many times,
Where I've stopped and taken it in.
The mangled hate seeping through,
Like trickling blood off a wound.
I've soaked up my eccentric ideas,
And released it through my eyes.
I know I shouldn't be ashamed,
But there's been too many times,
Where I've thought myself a creep.
The lust for red drippings and steel stabbing.
The pain I like to feel when a sharpened blade runs through me.
Why is this okay for me,
But not what people wish to see?
I love to surrender,
And I've done it many times.
The only problem being.
I feel like an alien,
And just one of a kind.

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Shhh...


The drain is full.
It's over flowing.
All the pain comes and goes,
But today, right now.
All the hurt's caught up with me.
I laugh!
As I see all the blood.
It's twisting through my vains.
All the scars.
All the hate.
I want to rip it off of me.
I'd like to feel the flesh under my nails!
I'd like to taste the blood between my teeth!

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A poet of blood.......


A poet of blood I might be.......
A poet full of life for the world to see..........
A poet humbled to my heart ( soul )
A poet to take part...................

To add to the diversity of life and death.......
To ask of you to think it out.......
What would ever be left?
If we understood what it was really all about!

But to find such peace.......
In a nightmarish world we pro-tray....
When I come to decease........
My soul will be glad to go away.......

So as I live in this place......
Of so much diversity......
I'll walk with a smile on my face.....
Laughing @ what I see......


Take my blood,take my pain......
Take my thoughts, take my words.......
Take my every-thing, But I'll leave a stain.......
As my blood pours out, and I wasn't silent......
My life was never in vain!!!!!!!

Dedicated to the Poets of Blood - Merry Christmas, Lol

Tis the Season


Blood is boiling in a pot
Am I crazy or am I not?


Spiders bore into my ear
And ask me what delights I hear


During sleep I am awake
I can’t move but I writhe and shake


I chuckle at homicides
And boo-hoo when an insect dies


My heart is thumping, thumping
On edge of conscious is something


Mice, madness, mess, itchy brain
Drano goes down my throat again


Tis the season of wonder
Who will I kiss, maim and torture?


I’m nervous as a schoolgirl
Caught up in this year’s merry whirl


Presents are for the dead birds
I drive over shoppers without words


Safely home, venture complete
A bloody cocktail is my treat.

Last edited by KellyRedhead 12-16-2010 at 05:35:19 PM

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Night Shadows Part 1


It is coming, you cannot hide, it desires you
The stars in the sky glitter with the coming
Turning daylight to dusk and beyond
Just another night in their little small town, perhaps



Darkness of night wraps on your door
Surrender to its calling, you have been chosen
There is no escape, nowhere to hide
Time to answer the call of your name



Shadows of the night become surreal
As the mist of fog covers the ground
These are his play things in the dark
Night has come, and you are his prey



A voice calls in the night breeze
You stop, turn around, was it real
A rustling sound in the leaves, frightens
You hear a step walking close, ever so close



You pause, inhale the crisp air deeply
You shiver and shake it off, nothing, you say to yourself
Yet the nights creepy feeling follows every step
Temped by it's false feeling of freshness, you feel alive



Just a short walk through the park, you told him
"Its a lovely evening darling for a walk"
"I won't be long," your last words
He stays behind to finish the evening dishes



The streetlights your only friend on this dark cool night
They flicker, drawing your attention, then nothing, just dark
A voice calls your name and moves closer
You scream and try to run, faster, you must escape



Dark mist surrounds you, invading your lungs
You stop to rest on an empty park bench, just a breath
He closes in and the fog envelopes you
Your scream is drowned by the thickness



You never returned home to your love
Police are called to search the park
"Are you sure she did not just leave you," they ask
"No!" he replies franticly, and stares at them in disbelief



Voices and laughter are heard once again in the little park
Towns people meet for their morning walk along the quiet path
Park benches are passed one by one, empty, no trace
As daylight breaks upon the little town park, once again



The darkness once again has claimed its prey
Folks just shrug their shoulders and pass it off
Refusing to believe he exists in their little piece of heaven
Just another rumor, or kids prank, is what they all believe



Written by
Asha
2010©

Last edited by ApaqRasgirl 12-29-2010 at 11:21:03 AM

RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2

Night Shadows Part 11

arms from the mist...


Dusk has settled over the town and dark soon will arrive
Cozy little town shops begin to close for the night
A blur of white passes on the sidewalk
As the lights on the second floor above the shops light up



Just a quiet sound echoes off the concrete, their newness silencing her journey
Past all the familiar places she grew up with in her quiet little town
A right turn takes the blur of her new tennies down the park path
Many times before she has taken this route, never feeling unsafe



Just three more days and she will be gone from the quiet little town
Off to college to open her eyes to the rest of the world
A sudden breeze blows across her path rustling up dead leaves
Her jogging suit protecting against the chill air and the mist that begins to form



Streetlights already lit as she flies past the empty benches
She ponders all the adventures she will find away from home
But alas, he has chosen her, and her destiny has been etched in blood
Suddenly the fog moves in and the mist grows thicker



She stops, taking a sip from a park fountain, feeling a sense of eerie
Sarah, Sarah, a voices is heard from behind
She spins around to see who is calling her name
“Who's there”, she shouts, yet nothing but the rustling of unseen leaves beyond the mist



Startled, her pulse increasing with fright, she takes off
Three steps more, is all there would ever be for her on this path
Arms appear out of the mist, a face, then his body, draped in black
The mist carries her scream away as her body lifts, plucked from the path, then, no trace



He has claimed his chosen tonight
Once again no trace was ever found
Sarah awakes in a cold stony place, so dark
Her hands shackled to the stone wall



Morning breaks once again to the little town
A bright sun shines slightly warming the chill air
Many people are seen searching for any trace of Sarah
Towns people gather throughout the day in the park, mumbling of the mystery



A lone mansion sits at the edge of town
Ancient are the stones that have crumbled over time
An old family crest still visible hanging at the bottom of the steps
No one has been seen there in years, family past on, many years ago



Alone in this dark place, her screams will never be heard
Yet this prize seems different, she is still alive
Perhaps the little town will be safe for a time
A new queen he has secured for his pleasures



Written by
Asha
2010©

Last edited by ApaqRasgirl 12-29-2010 at 11:22:29 AM

RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2

Asymmetry is a component of good art. An odd amount of objects is much more interesting than an even number because an odd number causes tension. Our vampire knows this but has a perverse spin on things. He must still obsessively count also. Enjoy.




Asymmetry



Spectral ice crystals form upon the sill

A lumen of refracted light, feeling ill



The room is spinning, taking me around

If I vomit, will there be a rushing sound?



No, it will be the heaving of a man so dry

That his thoughts are a-tumble, his limbs all awry



You think I imbibed a bit too much? Smile.

I promise you, I’ve had naught a drop in awhile



You must understand the heart of the matter

I only want to rip out your throat and feel your hot blood splatter



Oh! Rubies to splash upon the walls and form intricacies

I’ll count every corundum molecule and account for asymmetries



I have a polynomial mind and a lust for science

How I live for your fear and the smoke of your defiance



Asserting my rigid and so-very-cruel sadistic stance

I flog you three, nine, 77 times and two just to watch you dance



I relentlessly plunder your sweet agony

Finally! Explosion rocks my body as I take you without sympathy



One bite in sync with my last rhythmic thrust

I watch you shudder and do what I must



I do what every vampire must do

I take your life force and say, “fuck you!”



Now, there is only one and that is me

I am the perfect asymmetry.

RE: POB Bleed for a Cause Volume 2 ~~bleeding bloody drops~

~bloody drops~



blood runs down life goes out,

nothing here left but bloody drops.

through the corridors of time,

the drops bleed out.

some will wish their blood was a rhyme.

Through the apple of the eye,

through the largest vein,

nothing more is left,

but only a bloody stain.

The evil that thrives in my head,

could be all i ask for if i weren't dead.

the blood splashes down,

upon my soul.

If you put the drops together,

would` they make me hole.

The red is the essence of life,

to many whom are here it just a bad dream.

To feel the drops upon my head,

lets me wonder through the fields of the already dead.

The bloody drops shower down,

and show me that i have no crown.

The bloody drops caress me,

and reach out on my hand,

taking me away showing me there lands!!

Inkmaster