My movements make no sound.
My footsteps quick and light...
I glide on down the darkened street
Accompanied by night.
Passing mortal strangers
Who look the other way,
I'm intoxicated by their scent.
These creatures are my prey.
I stop beneath a streetlamp
Where they can view my face.
Seeing my unnatural skin,
They soon quicken their pace.
Their cowardess amuses me.
Those eyes so full of fear.
I throw my head back, and I laugh
For all of them to hear.
Stepping from the light,
I'm hidden by the dark.
Continuing along my path,
I reach a lonely park.
Sitting on a wooden bench,
A girl cries silently.
Her face is streaked with salty tears.
She fails to notice me.
Her eyes are tightly shut.
Her body shakes with sobs,
Yet still I hear her beating heart.
Within her chest, it throbs.
Slowly, I approach her
Until I'm by her side.
Admiring her tender cheeks,
I see her tears have dried.
I move my face in towards her neck
And hover for awhile.
Much to my surprise, I see
Her frown turn to a smile.
She looks directly at me,
Her eyes of deepest blue...
With the softest lips I've ever seen
She mouths the words "Thank you."
I sink my teeth into her flesh.
On blood is what I thrive.
I drink till I can drink no more.
Again, I am alive.

yo ma and u say im crazy. ight bet. dis piece was hott tho. keep postin uno

thanks uppin for luv thers a reason why only half is bold lets see what poet can figure it our...my monys on necro

NicIdea..I dont Know F Sho But MyGuess Is The Girl Was You....

Holla At Myipture Mah...Thankx

muahaha!!!!....i just wish you didnt put 'vampires' in your title...(!!!!)..would have made it even more surprising...and given and even sharper edge to it...but its all good...


...but yeah...i'm really liking this piece....on 2 levels...the simple one of the vampire....searching for the right prey...walking through the streets...purposefuly scaring the shite out of all passers by....looking for the thrill..drunk on the power of fear....

the second level of how it can be percieved as deeper than that...of how you see this sad 'little' girl...all alone....crying with undoubted and deep pain on a park bench...but when you come closer and she sees you...she smiles...as if she is pleased to see 'a face of death'....and then it becomes apparent...that she is looking for death...whatever happened to her seems to have tore her apart...and the option of death seems to her, a way of ridding herself of her pain and problems...and like you are an angel sent from heaven, come to release her from the pain....she says "thankyou"...and the vampire of course...olbiges...


really liked this piece..superb imagery..superb structure...the way it flowed from one word to the next..with excellent vocab...was at times breathtaking....it was a simple piece...made that bit better with (yes you guessed it) superb word-play and overall structure...and the ending, as i said above, was very well executed....

supremely talented - i hope one day you'll make something of it...cos it would be such a waste, one way or the other, if you didnt....


...respect...

DARNECK GOD BLESS YOU

you figured this poem out to the absolute smallest detail and i thank you ive been waiting to see if some one would get this and DAMN you did it i figured it be someoen sick on the head like necromancer but damn you .....you did it im impressed i had this dream one night of sittin in a cold dark park......and a vampire was stalking me and it attacked but i was to small *age wise* to defend myself so i wrote this this is about the one adn only peice ive taken tru editing time on i corrected my spelling ad typing errors wich is teh hazy trademark by teh way if you cant read it hazy wrote it but.......i wook extra time on this cuz i wanted it to grab someone and have them say damn this gurl has issues.....not talent really but 'issues' and im so so very thank ful for your reply it means so much to me when ppl take time and reply other thant say 'tight peice' or 'nice drop' you just amaze me with your replys you and dagurl along with monkeypoet soemtimes jsut make my poems worth writing you guys are truly amazing and i appreciate each and every reply i get from you

HAZY

larf! - no probs...its all good...(!?!?!?!)....


..but....'issues' are just the basis, you need TALENT to depict such 'issues' in such a way (or it could be seen as talent is the basis, and issues are what you need to build upon...philosiphy..- !!!! - ...)

...so you're being too modest (comendable i guess)....you have talent most def....(and trust me, i've seen many a talented people, some great, some very good...etc....who have wasted/chosen not to share it)....each to his/her own i guess....anyway..its all good....i'm off out....respect....

Dreams put into words make some of the illest pieces..i'd love to get in your head, Hazy..This piece had such a simple rhyme scheme yet still possessed all the qualitites of an excellent verse..You took a simple format and still managed to include mad imagery in it and transfer every detail from your own head into the readers..that says a lot about you as a writer..I think Varentao broke the piece down pretty well..As soon as i read the line about the deep blue eyes, i had a hunch that the little girl on the bench might have been you..
Anyway..very intriguing piece here hazy..only thing i could see done to possibly make it any better would be changing the title so the vampire thing is interpreted on its own..still ill as it is tho....much propz to ya mama...keep on keepin on..
peace gyrl.

Wow,
Tha peeps above broke it down ...
damnz i wasnt quick enough !
Was a trulely amazing poem,
had more depth to it u just gotta look
deeper to find the meaning love these kinda
poems ...
Much props ...

Pz
~1~

uppin thanks dime report to HHT pimp smacked please

^^^^^

thanks sweety pie

HHT>? I dont do the inet shit often so u`ll have to
refreash my memory to what little website that is?