The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

The Homeless Flower
03:55 Aug 27 2011
Times Read: 490

The pot is a homeless flower atop

the sill it's shanty town.



Without a place to put down roots

they weep without a sound.



Their tears of dew,

drip a strewn;

their cries of excess water.

The flower pot for all it's not

protests without a bother.



The pot is a homeless flower atop

the sill it's shanty town.



The dreams it's dreamt,

how trapped it's felt,

fore lack of solid ground.

The Rose At The Edge Of Autumn
20:09 Aug 19 2011
Times Read: 501

The sun sincerely set tonight,

the rising moon to night's delight,

where water couplets parse the night

and scattered roots thy rose.



Fore every drop that sops the sky

and leaves nay speck of dry behind,

the lunar orbit weeps this night

and scatters roots thy rose.



Let us hear the couplets,

let us feel the drops,

let us be gravity's eventual stop;

let us be the anchor

of said idle ship,

where impacting moisture meets receiving lips.



The summer is singing the sun lullaby,

the song be so tearful,

the sun has gone shy,

it's hiding behind the yonder hill's boon,

the sun has come ready to hibernate soon.



The moon's a ready and glowing at ease,

for time's never standing-

it's pace has increased,

the violet tulips have noticed their turn

and scattered roots thy rose.

Oh Woe, Oh Woe, The Sky She Knows
02:04 Aug 13 2011
Times Read: 513

Oh woe, oh woe, the sky she knows,

the folly of our ways.



That grounded hearts can never soar,

The birds they see the sky no more.

The human mind has none in store,

The clouds and grass, they merged.



Oh woe, oh woe, oh tragedy,

the grass she knows our follies.



The smallest ant, the lowest worm,

the very dirt still yearns

to see the sky;

none exists for the human mind.



Oh tell me why.



Oh woe, Oh woe, oh heart of snow,



Where every heart's so cold, so cold

and every tear is frozen so,

oh tell me why, oh woe.



Oh woe, oh woe, the starry night,

whose celestial hope is still as bright,

will call to us to hear it's sign

and join our hands and say goodbye.



Why is there not a grain of love,

to share our hopes with clouds above?

To sing our gracious melody and part our hateful rhapsodies?



Oh woe, oh woe, the earth she sows

her tears into the clouds.



That every skinned and furry paw,

could forget their flaws and be alive,

eternal children of the flowing sky

and tenants of the lands of love;

...we never saw.

The Drowning Arctic
18:26 Aug 07 2011
Times Read: 521

Oh when brings the snow,

...the fondest memory I do own

eons ago,

...to the frozen archipelago.



Where the icebergs dance away,

...a perpetual rhythm sway-

to music of the arctic fray,

floundering upon the shores of may.



Where from afar you see the penguins squat,

...waddling about,

squawking their grayish snouts,

to the arctic fray assault.



Where the aurora reins,

...it's colors soothe the days,

a rainbow without rain,

and it never ends.



Polar bears a gallop,

through the snow,

refusing to say no; to exhaust.



Their fur of modest

camouflage,

a white blur bounding through blank visage

...with no rest they amble the shores

to feed their young of ocean imports.



Tis but a memory,

...of what should be,

and what isn't reality

anymore.



...In the drowning Arctic.

My Northern Friend
03:55 Aug 03 2011
Times Read: 524




1.

To the whitest white on earth,

I bid to see the whiter north;

with fur so grand and muzzle warm

...my dearest friend the north had born.



What fierce complexion impose physique,

whose tender eyes masque said mystique

and paws of wonder, paw the earth

I caress your fur, my friend from northern birth.



2.

My the ice has thinned.

My the snow is lax.

Must you swim-

my northern friend?

Must you swim?



My the solid ground does vanish,

giving way to pallid sea.

Must you swim-

my northern friend?

Must you swim?



My the air, it seems so humid.

...But up here?

Must you swim-

my northern friend?

Must you swim?



You'll drown, you know?

Orphans Of The Mystical Drought
01:30 Aug 02 2011
Times Read: 528

I dream of liquid dreams.

...And as oxygen transforms to rain

I'll dream of rain the same.



My mother's name;

whose milk has saved a countless name

...for living's sake

...and I shall pray;

for rain to stay.



To oath caress my dear umbrella, to dance and coalesce.

I vow to sip your nectar's source, from dawn to dusk alas.



To nurture our world with liquid dreams

...and moisture a plenty to share,

as we bask within it's clouds o' air,

or so it seems;

...no drops to spare.



I'll venture beyond borders,

The word "beyond" is obsolete.

Not fit to do thee justice,

for what justice be for thee petite?



Across the desert dunes, with giant spittoons

..and drought ridden landscape full of pancakes,

I shall wander at the cost of me,

for there be no place left for me;

but death.





My legs shall take me yonder,

for the yonder world to greet.

...My heart shall take me farther;

farther then my eyes can see,

my will shall make me stronger,

stronger till the day I opt,

to find my mother rain aloft

and drink my fill of nature's drops.



To oath caress my dear umbrella, to dance and coalesce.

I vow to sip your nectar's source, from dawn to dusk alas.