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The Vampire Shadow

This road filled with iron tears

Constant companion

Yearning on a level untold

Faith in the purpose of life, shaken to its core

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Breathing air that only serves to torment

Poking a sharp knife in the heart of a tender life

Words that strangle hearts, like vines and a bitter cage

Fervent attempts at a connection

In a far away, heart wrenching land

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An evil word, supposedly beneficial

The closeness of true warmth and love

Never realized

Instincts and desires that are questioned

Like so many millions fragments of splintered ice

Beautiful in their design Sinister in their intent

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Pictures on a glowing plane

Beckoning, like some miraculous lighthouse

Nervousness and sweat that let me know

What is in my heart is real

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Dark grey skies of winter

Wretched and torn

But it is all it knows

Head in hands, face down on the floor

I can see you standing there

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Days of twisted hope, in some limitless vacuum

Thoughts of you make me realize

Of how far I really have to go

Not only in distance, but in some realm that only I can know

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A flower, found in an unsuspecting manner

Drawing me in with luscious nectar

But now, I seek refuge and sanctuary

From thoughts that injure

In darkness and silence, I find my only friend

And friend is a word that can tear out a soul

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This poem is about a special girl tha lives in Romania. I had met her through chatting on the net, but never in person. I have talked with her on the phone as well. I have had a very tough time in comprehending the fact that this person is real. I live in the US, so it is hard for us to meet. I just know that I have been wanting her badly, and not being able to meet her for real caused me a lot of heartache. I think this poem captures the way I felt.

I still miss her badly.

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Behind Closed Doors

In a glass house I sit, a lady,
hidden behind closed doors, trying not to judge those around me.

I feel their happiness and wonder, their joy and bliss,
and recall the feel of love’s kiss.

But my house is worn and old.
Experience seeps in, leaving me cold.

I wrap a blanket of emotions around me,
to ward off the chill and pain of feeling lonely.

My normally calm exterior can no longer withstand the storm of feelings,
and rain down on me through the cracks in the ceiling.

I escape and seek the shelter and warmth of a neighboring fire,
but there are riots of emotions that disturb me there and the passions run higher.

I hear Nature and, while searching, I find an unknown way,
full of birds chirping with all of the excitement of a new day.

However, powerless; I stumble.
I smash against the rocks and float like flotsam amongst the waterfall’s rumble.

Currents of emotion overwhelm me and I flounder, looking for something to hold onto.
Unexpectedly, I turn around and find you.

With the touch of your hands, I slowly begin to smile.
I realize it’s been a while.

I breathe heavily – then hot.
I’m no longer drowning – I’m not.

 

Copyright:  Tracey L. Mummert, May 16, 2006