Within' this page you shall find poetry written by myself. Be warned should you enjoy my poetry and wish to display them upon your site please do give credit where it is do and offer a link back to us. Should you take one of my poems and claim it as your own I will personally track you down and expose you for the frauds that you truly are. Believe me neither of us wants that. If you find one of my poems offensive then I'd advise you to stop reading and exit my site. Thanks.
The Beast
Men
Through the perpetual silence they come. Their eyes gleaming by the moonlit sky. Fangs dripping red with blood. Talons poised to strike at the heart. Footsteps echo down the alley. A girl's scream fills the night as the beast pursues. The heart pounds faster, beating to the rythem of her feet. Just as she turns the corner the beast is there. It's arms reach out ensaring her in its grasp. Swiftly its lips move to her neck kissing and biting. Its talon's curl down stripping her of her mortal coil. The rest is silence.
You
There are those in life that cross our paths,
to leave an ever lasting mark within our hearts.
Though we may not speak as we once did,
that does not mean that I do not think of you.
You are in my thoughts always.
I remember the good times and hold those memories dear,
just as I am sure you do.
You speak of things that could have been
and still I sit here wondering silently.
To dwell on things that might have been,
will only lead you deeper in despair.
I ask of you not to think of what could have been,
but to think of what we have now.
I�d rather be with you this way than to not be with you at all.
The Color Red: Emerald eyes gave birth to a story untold.
Lips blood red, yet still unfed.
Languid arms held open wide.
Palms Face up to crucify.
The lamb's limp skin lay barred after the slaughter.
Fingers unseen prick at tainted flesh.
To view the world through the color red. Untitled: Who are you to judge me?
To look at me with baleful eyes.
To preach to me of things that are right and wrong?
To tell me how to be and what to believe?
What makes you so righteous?
As you believe yourself to be unfathomable.
To prove you wrong, would that end the world as we know it?
Would it cause chaos to reign and riots to ensue?
Do not tell me who to be.
Do not condemn me for my believes,
though they are different from your own.
Respect me for who I am as I respect you.
I sit here and close my eyes, thinking of nothing but you, I miss being with you, talking to you and touching you. Looking into your eyes and hearing your voice. Tears fall down my cheeks, staining my flesh. Because I have nothing better to do, than to sit and wait for you. So forgive me if I sit here in disillusion. Because thats all I've left.
Hope's Truth:
To hope is to be deceived. To wish for things that can not be. Not wanting to accept the truth. Living in your own facade. To hope is to leave yourself open. To have the pain come back tenfold. To feel the stabs of depression. Living your life in misery.
Release:
Vacant expressions engulf the already frightened childe. A moment of clarity embraced, Her eyes wide shut, somehow remaining open. In her mind she cries out for a realease. A release that only she can give but is unaware of. She falls prey to the perils of consciousness into complete darkness, finding nothing but empty promises on a bed of lies.
Goodbye:
I sneak into the mortuary late at night, I lift the lid of the casket and kiss your cold blue lips. The touch sends an arousing warmth through my body. I open your mouth and slide my tongue in. I stop and begin to lightly caress your chest. There is that oh so distinct smell of decay. It matters to me not. I lean down and plant feather light kisses upon your once mascular chest. Your skin, cold beneath my lips, sending a slight shiver through out my body. I reach up and entangle my fingers in your hair as I look into your lifeless eyes. I reach up with my other hand and close your eyes. Salty, hot, tears stream down my cheeks. I kiss your frail lips one last time, then I step away from the coffin. I lift my hand and blow you a kiss, with that I turn and walk out of the mortuary. My heart not half as sad, If I hadn't said goodbye.
Vampyre Tears:
As I open my vampyre like eyes for the first time and look about the world, tears of blood stream from my eyes and fall down my cheeks, staining them. I realize that I will live forever in this world. This world of Lust, Wrath, Greed, and Envy. This IS a curse my mortal friends, to go on as others around you die, the ones you love and hold dear. To face the harshness of this fractured reality. As I look up into the night sky, I realize that she bleeds all colors of life, and she cries the colors of death. Ah death... The one and true release. In death the pain, she slips away, leaving you in silent peace.
Untitled:
The chill of an autumd day. The rustling of leaves upon the ground. The creaking of a rusty swingset, set in motion by the howling winds. The carousel, boarded up and motionless. The sky blackened by rain clouds. As another autumn eve draws nigh. The ghosts of time gone by. And winters approach, lost and deliverance. The songs of children lost, play hauntingly against the wind. Of carrian fowl in the gloom of yesteryore. Now and forever more.
Copyright Izabella Pain 2002
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