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BITES
21:44 Mar 20 2009
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a poem
12:13 Mar 16 2009
Times Read: 656








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My Vampyre



Through the shadows of the mist

I heard her cries

The vampyre had fed again

Through the distance

I could see the old graveyard

A shiver of death

Is all I could feel?

I could feel his presence

As he approached the manor

In which he had lived for years

His long black hair

Shined in the moonlight

Intrigued by his beauty

Mesmerised by the look in his eyes

I recalled the night

He changed my life

The coldness off his skin

But warmth was all I felt

My heart raced

As he held me in his arms

It was like time stood still

A feeling of love and desire

A feeling

I had never felt before

As he placed his hand

Upon my face

A shiver run down my spine

The longing for him to touch me

To hold me

To save me

From my own fear

A desire

That would stay with me

Forever

His love was like no other

The softness of his kiss

His body entangled in mine

More alive

Than I had ever felt before

He whispered softly

I’ll hold you forever



Poetry By Summerseve

chavscum
16:26 Mar 06 2009
Times Read: 671






Gipton, Leeds

Date: Wednesday, November 17 @ 22:44:54 EST

Topic: England, North East





Surrounded by a mish-mash of similarly scally riddled areas this fine pre-war housing estate in darkest East Leeds is to chavs what Strangeways is to psycopaths. Of all Leeds' pondlife infested neighbourhoods, Gipton will always have a special place in my heart owing to one particular memorable encounter with the self-declared 'Gipton Girls'. 'Twas just a couple of years ago when I was returning from a barbecue in the strangely charva bereft suburb of Burley. I arrived back in Leeds train station, slightly the worst for wear and was making my way down towards the gloomy steps that head down to the dark arches just behind Lower Briggate. In the distance I heard a noise that could only be described as a cross between witches cackling and banshees screaching. Then the vomit inducing creatures from whence this hideous noise emanated appeared. A 5 foot, 15 stone fat bint and her 80 year old toothless witch of a mother. Hoping to God the pair of whores had just rather a bit too much to drink at a fancy dress party and in actual fact were rather nice upstanding citizens, I continued on the same side of the road. Surprise, surprise, no sooner had I drawn level with the ugly corpse and it's slut of a daughter that the fat c*nt swung it's fishy handbag squarely in my clock. Unsurprisingly the air turned blue. I announced calmly that the shellsuited hippo should apologise lest I shove the carrying implement where the sun don't shine. At this point mother scumbucket who her daughter must have dug up from Pet Cemetry earlier that day lunged at my throat, announcing to all and sundry that they were the 'Gipton Girls' and I should jolly well watch my lip. At this point, fearing that a fight with Leeds' finest graveyard scum could only have only one outcome, i.e me in a jail cell, I beat a hasty retreat. In the unlikely event this lowlife pair of bints acquire enough brain cells to learn how to operate a computer and happen to read this, I'm sure you'll remember this event just as fondly as I do. No doubt you do this quite often, attack people who clearly are not in a position to fight back or indeed who probably wouldn't be capable of doing so. I only hope you chav scum perform this routine on a similarly scummy individual who tears your face off. There you go, Gipton, scummy, chav infested shitheap of epic proportions and home of the delightful Gipton Girls!