A new world in one day,
How can I believe what they say?
Vampires? My brain says “not real,”
Yet, inside, my heart truly can feel.
All these memories of past lives,
They go way back even before Christ.
But vampires are fairytales right?
Yes…then why am I full of such fright?
I can glow.
No, no, I know,
It’s my imagination,
But then why this big celebration?
And just last night being attacked.
What exactly was that?
A werewolf, a “Blue Blood?”
I heard Schuyler say silver blood.
But no one even likes her, she’s an outcast…
Kind of like I was a few years in the past.
But now I’m normal,
Perhaps I should ask her about the paranormal,
The vampires, the things that they speak of.
Oh no, a new memory: Jack and Mimi in love?
This is sick, this is gross,
I’m going to Pat, please give me a huge dose.
Author notes
wrote this for a poetry contest for the author of Blue Bloods, a vampire book. I know I won't win, but I was bored so...tada.
Comments
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Great stuff...
Love the contemplative chattiness of the piece...
Questioning sanity, pondering reality, couldn't help but get caught up in it as I read...
Another compelling write...
Well done!!!
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The narrator has taken the reader for a trip into those articles of intrgue. Is it real, is it fantasy? The form moves quickly as the read build intensity. Nice rhyme. Good Luck in the contest.
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