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Post by Minara on Apr 13, 2004 12:53:26 GMT 10
I wrote this poem about Louis =) It's not exactly aweinspiring but hey =)
Preying upon human blood
He wanders through eternity
Lost and alone in immortality
He wishes for death
Mortal death denied him
For once he loved and lost all
Madeleine was his daughter, demonic and beautiful
Lestat was his creator, who left him behind
But little Claudia was his love
Although she was his daughter, he loved her immensely
And lost himself in her death.
Armand guided him, for a time
Until he wanted to be in solitude.
He told his story to an interviewer
Who wanted death more than life
But the vampire could not believe
The sheer nerve of his new companion
"You don't know what you ask," he said
"Do you wish to become the prey of the dead?"
The Interviewer held fast as the vampire took him
Frightened, he was concerned with his painful death.
"Will I die?", asked the interviewer.
"I don't know," laughed the vampire.
With a turn, he left the hotel room.
But he remembers his fears, his worry
He should teach as Lestat could never teach him
But it was too late...
The Interviewer headed off towards St. Charles St.
To find Lestat and to take the final step
In becoming nosferatu,
Vampire.
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Post by Schlitzfalke on Apr 16, 2004 22:25:19 GMT 10
The Gothic Vampire! Oh how original, I commend you. Fucking moron.
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Post by † Lestat † on Apr 17, 2004 2:01:24 GMT 10
If anyone is the fucking moron here its you. Your just a piece of shit.. Minara doesnt think she is a vampire or an immortal.. this board is just for fun.
Schlitzfalke your too up your own arse to be able to see that we are just having a laugh here.. your the only one taking this board seriously as a vampire board.. goes to show how little brain cells you have, if you think that anyone here actually believes that they are a vampire..
Why dont you do us all a favour and fuck the hell off before you get band for the fact that you are a brain dead wanker with nothing more to do than bother people just having a laugh.
By the way Minara is one of the nicest and most normal girls I've ever met so dont be saying anything about her since you dont even know her.
Poetry is just poetry, its a way for people to be creative and to use their imaginations but of course you wouldnt know about that right?
After all you are the one that actually believes that we think we are immortals and vampires..
Anyone with an imagination and more than one brain cell can see that we are just having fun, messing around, trying to make each other laugh with silly posts that we are all smart enough to know are not real.
But with this post and the others you did you have shown yourself up as a real dickhead.. well done..
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Post by Minara on Apr 17, 2004 4:23:01 GMT 10
If anyone is the fucking moron here its you. Your just a piece of shit.. Minara doesnt think she is a vampire or an immortal.. this board is just for fun. By the way Minara is one of the nicest and most normal girls I've ever met so dont be saying anything about her since you dont even know her. LoL thanks for standing up for me, Lestat. But what do you mean "normal??" *mockingly offended* |
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Post by † Lestat † on Apr 17, 2004 13:17:37 GMT 10
[glow=white,3,300]  [/glow]  hmm... normal..normal...normal... oh yes what I meant by normal ... well you have a job, a family, a brain that you know how to use, you know how to have fun and you dont go judging people without knowing whats actually going on, some of my friends think your hot, you enjoy talking to me and ...Oh wait on....maybe you are not so normal after all ....  |
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Post by Petronia on Apr 17, 2004 13:57:28 GMT 10
A very interesting poem Minara.
Thank you dear for sharing that with us, poetry is such a great art form, a lot of the really good poems are written from feelings and life experiences but you dont have to have experience something to write about, yet poems can still be good.
A poem captures the thoughts of someone.
I am glad to see that you have not let that young man bother you with what he said, because only uncultured people do not understand and enjoy poetry for what it is...a beautiful and expressive art form.
Petronia
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Post by Minara on Apr 19, 2004 11:33:15 GMT 10
[glow=white,3,300] [/glow] hmm... normal..normal...normal... oh yes what I meant by normal ... well you have a job, a family, a brain that you know how to use, you know how to have fun and you dont go judging people without knowing whats actually going on, some of my friends think your hot, you enjoy talking to me and ...Oh wait on....maybe you are not so normal after all .... *snickers* LOL Lestat, your friends think I'm hot?? They must be deranged =) Hey Petronia, thanks. I don't let people bother me. Min |
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Post by wishlesshollow on Jun 26, 2004 5:04:10 GMT 10
hey intresting poem . alot of poems that people truely admire are written from feelings that they have at the time. keep it up if you ever feel like writing it is a good release. if you ever have anything more can you tell me that it is here cause i would be very intrested to hear it wishlesshollow  |
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Post by Petronia on Feb 4, 2005 16:07:52 GMT 10
Since this is for Vampire poetry I would like to post a couple of poems here for you to read, that I have enjoyed reading from time to time.
Call of the Kindred
Come to me, little mortal
I can bring you to heaven's portal
There'll be no sorrow, there'll be no pain
Feelings of joy will fill your brain
Come to me, sweet human thing
Give me your heart and I'll make it sing
Forget your fears, leave them behind
Forget the troubles of your kind
Come to me... yes, that's right
Now hold still, it's no good to fight
I'll take your blood, and leave you dying
Didn't you realise I could be lying?
A Tasty Suck and Sip
I sink away,
I shrink away,
from the day;
that's harsh and hot and bright.
My coffin is soft and velvety;
it's cool and dark and safe,
here is where I doze and dream;
and nap and nod and rest.
Twilight stirs me from my sleep,
and I pop out for a nip.
I flit about from girl to girl;
and at each one, I take my fill;
a lap, a gulp, a guzzle,
a tasty suck and sip.
I sink away,
I drink away,
until the day draws near.
Sunrise comes in a blaze of red,
and the sky, it turns to fire.
Time to run away,
hide away,
from the day;
that's brash and dry and bright.
Faded and Forgotten
I stepped around the corner and there he was,
standing where I expected no one to be,
so I was startled and I stumbled,
and I fell to my knees.
How ridiculous I felt,
acting like a frightened child.
I shook my head at my foolishness and looked up to see...
The way his hair fell about his face,
one eyebrow raised,
surveying my predicament with amusement and delight.
I was charmed, disarmed and maybe a little bit in love.
He stretched out his hand to pull me up,
it felt cool and strong,
he kept on pulling until,
I was pressed tightly to him.
He bent me backwards and,
turned me roughly to the side,
his kisses were desperate and hungry,
as if he were a starving man and I was a great and fancy feast.
Pleasure jolted through me like electricity,
then began to build in waves.
Slowly I became alive,
surely I had not been before.
Compared to this moment,
my entire life was no more than a pale dream.
Then he bit!
Deep into my neck,
and I could scarcely tell that I had been bitten,
the pain was so confused with ecstasy!
Then he sucked!
And I knew, and I cried out!
MONSTER!
Sobbing, I cried out,
again and again.
Do not take my life from me!
Just when I've found what it means to be alive!
Then, wondrously,
he loosed his hold on me,
and gently and so sadly,
he said;
You desire life, yet you do not live, not truly,
yours would be a life that is long but passionless,
and you would die a faded and forgotten old man.
Let us finish what we have started,
you will die, but you will die knowing what it means to be vibrant,
and your death will be a glorious masterpiece!
I forced a sound through my clenched teeth,
it sounded like a long, low, whispered
...noooooo...
so he dropped me in the gutter, and disappeared.
It was cold,
I looked up into the night sky,
it was a dull, flat black with only a few stars,
and they didn't twinkle at all.
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