please be my vampire,
my blood is in these pages.
let my words be your drink
...
Bury my name under your tongue
the way I will bury yours
because if my name escapes your lips
surely your heart will call out to mine
...
I have to keep reminding myself to forget you.
Forget you and me.
(Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, think happy thoughts.)
You wanted me to promise to never say it again
...
how often have I thought I knew what happiness was?
always in the future, just beyond my reach.
how many times have I arrived at my destination
to realize something is still wanting?
...
how do I explain to people
that you were my future?
that you are my ex-fiance
and best friend?
...
a soldier coming home
he gets off the bus and looks around
families are being reunited
and lovers are kissing
...
How can I live each day as if it were my last
When I haven’t had my first
How can you hold my heart
...
My heart askew and my brain out of place
I narrowly escape insanity on a daily basis
fuzzy clouds of sorrow and regret
that I lay my head on each night
...
drunk and alone on a saturday night
a few glasses of wine is all it takes
its feels so good to ease the pain
he's thousands of miles away
...
how do I write about our love?
as if it can be captured in a bottle
or kept quiet in a small cage.
there are no words
...
I will always be your friend.
As long as you will let me.
But is our friendship just to disguise our true
feelings?
...
exquisite tenderness would best
define this love we have
exquisite in every sense of the word
and tender to a fault
...
I heard you today.
I almost said I heard your voice today
and for all intents and purposes
...
They know we are in love
we are their insecurity
each glance is measured
and every word weighed.
...
Loving a soldier is like believing in ghosts
you know he’s out there somewhere
but you can’t feel him and you can’t see him.
...
as the days pass
and the time flies
minutes have turned
into hours
...
I stood beside you
as you slumbered
peaceful in your forever sleep
hopeless washed over helpless
...
I’d drink a bottle of your tears
and eat a pound of your pain
to take away what never should have been yours
in the dead of night I will wrap them up
...
True love never lives happily ever after - true love has no ending. - author unknown We are, each of us angels with only one wing; and we can only fly by embracing one another. - Luciano de Crescenzo- I believe that if I should die, and you were to walk near my grave, from the very depths of the earth I would hear your footsteps. - - - - Benito Perez Galdos)
Be My Vampire
please be my vampire,
my blood is in these pages.
let my words be your drink
and my pain be your nourishment
I’m baring my jugular
to get it out of me and into you.
the more life you draw,
the greater my chance of immortality.
.
and the more I get on this page
the greater my chance of survival.
12-28-07
by shannon flanders
Powerful poems. you sneak behing the mind guard wonderfully!