LiamK's Vampire Journal

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Perhaps Better Left Untitled
06:35 Dec 25 2009
Times Read: 615

Here lies the white, the cold, the still

feel bleak's subduing crush

Here hang the clear, the hard, the sharp

watch chill bear winter's fangs

Here screams the old, the harsh, the dead

be cut by frost honed edge

Brittle branches shed of leaves

Unfiltered blinding glare

My woods are scraped to the bone

COMMENTS

Joli
17:52 Dec 25 2009

What a great last line! In one line, it emphasizes and complements each that came before. Imagery is your gift, Liam.

LiamK
20:46 Dec 25 2009

Thank you, Jo, for all of your comments. They make a wonderful gift.

Joli
10:44 Oct 21 2024

You are the gift.

Those Of You Who Know Me Will Recognize This
20:45 Dec 21 2009
Times Read: 633

a thousand shining shards of light

the night, reflected in the drifts

deep white

panes of the moon shine out from luminescent softness

stars in the cold earth's blanket

heavy, muffling, gift to silence

wrapping the dark, vast, glittering calm in quiet

save for trails of breath

spidering chill creeping along the skin

and faintest murmurs of iced winds

sharing thoughts below hearing over blood rushing in the ear

wet weights of flakes drag on spiney boughs

evergreens, black this still hour in the crystal air

bright land, dark sky

empty

timeless

untouched but for me

COMMENTS

Joli
10:47 Oct 21 2024

"Evergreens, black this still hour in the crystal air"

So lovely

Subway Station
20:39 Dec 21 2009
Times Read: 634

A sheet of glass besmirched with dust and grime

A film of fine beige grit and greasy slime

Holds back the darkness

(Within, dim silhouettes shade out the bright

Reflections; lamp yellow, flourescent white)

Beyond, maps traced by oily dripping rain

Wet lurching swells pass, crooked trails remain

(Ravines in smog stains)

Cold damp collects beneath on concrete ledge

To grossly hang in drops from crumbling edge

Pendulous globes swell, quiver obscenely

Umbilicals stretch, fat globs tear free

To splatter in a spatter down below

Atop a ground-out cigarette butt.

COMMENTS

Joli
17:44 Dec 25 2009

Sometimes, I wish I were your eyes.

Joli
10:53 Oct 21 2024

Gritty. I see it clearly

20:21 Dec 21 2009
Times Read: 637

Fine wisps of vesper veils adrift

through clouds of black and pooled shadow

ghost-lit by moon's enchanted pale;

caresses of some scant fey glow.

Midnight, domain of silent dark,

(gnarled wooden bones the groves thereof)

combs fingers through the creeping mist

and heartsick, sighs undestined love.

Nebulous haze lingers in swirls,

last tender touch 'fore morning's frost.

Then faerie gauze fades with new light,

last breath of moment's magic lost.