Who I Am

To understand this poem, you'd likely want to read Section 3 for my vampire novel. This is going to be the beginning of Section 4 for it. sun streaming through this open window with the light hurting such tender eyes weak from pains I can't even describe I heave myself out of bed and go to pull the shade squinting, I jerk the window blind down when my bared right arm swims into view stains cover it in assorted hue some are dark, almost black; others brown dried; some spots fade frozen in my tracks, let me think back where was I last night? I can't recall damn this dull ache throbbing in my skull blotting out all faculty to grasp a simple thought pivot to return to my soft bed where I can close these lids, rest some more likely another stupid dream...sure makes a great deal more sense to my head than all of this the weird scene before my eyes surprise can't begin to detail what they meet what they see, shock won't even compete the floor, walls, sheets...nothing coul

I've been putting off writing this chapter for a long time because I knew what was coming. Some recent poems I've written in the past month or so were even to map the scene out for me in some ways. Sorry if this disturbs anyone. I'm giving a warning on content yet again. Note we will only get in flashbacks later on what the story character and the priest discussed in Chapter 2. That scene itself is omitted. Prior Chapters: Part 1 - The First Sign Part 2 - Swirling into Darkness 3 - The Wind and I Leaves shuffle along the sidewalk, pushing in front of me as I hurry along out of church. The bitter wind is ripping at my exposed face and hands. I push my hands into my jacket and try to scrunch my chin further into the top of the zipper, mulling over my conversation with the priest. I feel nauseous with myself after going there, the whole series of events eating at me. Actually, I've barely been eating for that matter. Possibly my entire recent decline in mental health is si

I've given up on you for all time Your little group--you and your friends I don't belong; I don't fit in I've given up on being the one Who another person could love I'm never right; I live in night I've given every thought and each dream Wasted on hopes I will not see I can't survive; I can't believe I've given every feeling for bliss Loving you, needing your kiss I'll not get it; I long to scream I've given, given with only pain Vainly returned just to be hurt I want to hate; I want to curse I've given myself to this despair Go, I really no longer care I feel nothing; I've gone insane You've taken and taken, then you leave Forsaken, you hope I'll disappear I was miserable with you here I'm still alive somehow, not dead yet I won't cry now, you don't deserve it I won't ever let you see me grieve I will never let you see me bleed

Can I buy your soul since I don't have my own? I don't want your flesh or your touch Not even your love You won't miss it much until you've grown old Oh, you won't even care once it's gone I can bring you luck, success With such divine happiness Glorious lights shining down Bask as golden chimes ring out I can bring darkness on those you hate Make their fates worse than death Punish them all as they cry to be saved Take away their hopes; leave them blessed With the blight of my chilled caress I can leave you until the end So you don't remember, my friend Ignorance would truly be bliss Until that final, fateful kiss Oh yes, I'm sure that I would not be missed Make up your mind soon This offer will close I don't make it to the old Only those young enough Who can give me what I want Your soul is still so bright A little bit of light Left for me to savor Innocently flavor Don't wait too long Your future could be grand Untarnished Here before the wave

Pale, the sun rises into the foggy morn, a dull lemony color barely peeking out over the horizon. The old woman, familiar with many a chilly springtime dawning, puts on her light grey jacket and a fuzzy pair of black knitted mittens, then steps out into the dampened air. Her breath exhales in puffs, although the temperature today feels warmer than it has for months. This is her ritual: Every day for the past 30 years, the woman has walked from her home to downtown and back for her exercise regime. While she travels more slowly now than in younger days due to some mild arthritis, the three mile jaunt helps awaken her and keeps her in decent shape. The cracks on the sidewalk are old friends as she starts trudging along her regular path. The trees to the right no longer wear blankets of snow or frost, showing signs of some early growth with small buds at the tips of their branches. She smiles at the thought of the tulips popping up soon. She loves the small town's mid-May festival for