Vampire

A little incident

He was walking by the street so as to buy some bread. But a witch came and declared: "Boy, you're so lame! Let me convert you into a frog instead."

Zap! Everything went south real fast! The poor champ skipped away. To the bakery, alive or dead!

However, the powerful woman wasn't done. She hopped on the broom and flew behind. She cried, "Hold on! There's something else I must tell you." But the frog increased the rhythm and managed to lose her.

The poor frog was rushing through his thoughts. He needed the fresh, baked bread. But now it would be difficult, since he forgot his pocket change.

The little green amphibian was resting by the water fount. Until the witch surprised it and took off high on her black broom. "You're trapped, and now you shall be my familiar!" But the frog had other plans and shot its tongue into her eye.

Both plummeted inside the fount. With a single dip, the witch into green bubbles dissolved. And the boy, frog no more, took Every single penny the sorcerer had in her purse.

Rolling the dice

Rolling the dice What will it be? which form will grant me. Away from fate, to become someone else

Will I be a pal or gal? Should I be dead or alive? probability: 50/50, even or odd? Tall or short? I don't know.

What are my options? Is it true or false? Can I be free from woe? I don't want to be alone. I need someone else to grow.

My hand shakes in distress. Will my memories be the same? Is my soul lucky as well? Is it too late? or do I really need a second chance?

The red die rolls, Silence took over the room. Feeling dizzy, the young one collapsed. A maelstrom of sensations is passing by.

Suddenly, the new one remembers, With clear joyfulness, They are playing true or dare. And they dare to kiss each other, until the end of this era.

Blue Strawberry

Blue Strawberry Walking by the street Amazed by such lovely boutiques Green thoughts, yellow felicity

I used to be loved. Sharing pink phrases Lots of red thoughts Drinking down brown praises

Freezing cold blue with milk Toasted with some aquamarine Our favorite dessert When we used to share mistakes

Now, the present is here. Colored me impress The Black Day still has a gift to send. Blue strawberries to my dearest friend

Walking home

I was walking on the train tracks alone. While rainy, foggy darkness was surrounding me, I can barely see thanks to my phone. walking next to a ditch stream, knee-deep.

My only witness was a cute little bird. Jumping, flying, chirping, and crying While I'm under my umbrella made of blue. Against the fabric, the water burred

Walking through a deserted rural zone In the distance, I could see the next station light. My trousers are being moisturized, and my head is dry from the storm. But I had to be careful not to jam my shoes on the track.

The night is cold. My hands are shaking. No reflections; I can't see my breath. There is no option but to keep walking. Each step on the quebracho Railroad ties gets me closer to my bed.

Suddenly, a cold breeze sent shivers down my spine. Something was coming, but the little bird told me not to look back. I shall be fine as long as I keep moving forward. It was the entity that was roaming around.

-"Hello young boy", the suave voice said. A sharp pain on my shoulder almost made me faint. But the bird told me not to look back. That's how it gets you, you shall never be seen alive.

-"It's rude to not answer in kind." I could feel a strong grip behind my neck. I acted as if I didn't care; I carried on with my long steps. But the presence was persistent enough to be contemplated.

-"If you don't talk to me, you'll regret it now!" The bird could not speak up, for it was pulled back fast. The last thing the birdie could tell was not to look back. Now we were alone—it and I.

I tried to run to the next station light. It was in vain; I was far away. And the creature was clawing my legs. -"It's over, young one; you shall be a nice dessert."

Ears on the wet ground I couldn't help it, but I laughed aloud. Its claws lifted my face. -"What's so funny, or did you just lose your head?"

With a quick kick, I made it stumble to the tracks. -"The train is almost here, you ghastly clown," and then I got up. The wretched-looking thing did not understand. But the train took all its remains to the moon and out.

Emerging from the dark fog The silent metal snake carried out its route. From that night forward, I did not travel alone. Because I can see it's wicked grin when I keep my eyes close.

Human leeches

You know one,

Those who fall up

They hoard your luck.

So you'd better watch out!

That gift or prize,

Will be taken away.

With their white smile.

So you'll suffer for them.

They love to be near you.

You'd better escape.

You can't beat them.

Karma will punish you instead.

They'll leave you empty.

And accuse you of envy.

Happy, they'll move on.

Leaving you with boiling blood.

Typical old book cover : blank

Well... what about the first page? Also blank

Ok, ok let's see the book spine: Name of the author who I don't know (sometimes it's Russian)

That doesn't tell me anything, I shall see the back cover: blank

I'm loosing it! Maybe the last page has an index: nope.

Ok, last try second page of the book: title

But... but what's the book about? I'm in a hurry!!

False Diamond

The golden edge was intact.

Every piece was left behind.

A far cry and a lost vow.

It's up; no more jolly facade.

Now I walk alone among the displays.

Hiding from the dull gray dismay.

Dry eyes are hunting me down.

My only witness is a crow.

Stomach open, red liquid flowing with rage.

The sound is dimming. An angel touched my hair.

No more sight, heart beating fast,

A last breath, no more thoughts...

I hate those summer nights

Such hardship is to write

When you have a knife embedded in your spine,

The bones passed the sentence this morning.

Myself is gone; no more soul coupling.

Waiting in the bedroom alone

A hot, wet night full of scars

Keep away from his poison; no more trouble.

While in bed, sweating, puking bile

All my life, the bones said in a grave tone.

I was submerged in the bitter black woe

A miracle of the agonizing fate

My deep cuts were in vain.

Ever since that November evening

I feel my open wounds becoming blue.

Once you notice it, you can't stop the hum.

And I should hold my puke whole.

How on earth might I change?

For I only knew pain.

The bones said I possessed the tools.

That I must try and always carry on

The happy word of the day would be book.

Orange crescent moon

My dear friend is near.

But it is so far away.

I saw her last night.

By the side of the road.

How many years have passed?

How many tears had I wept?

No matter what choice I make,

I forgot to pray.

How much does the guilt weigh?

How much time passed? Or I ate.

Now she's a shadow of herself.

While a hole grows larger in my chest.

I want to sleep by her side.

Hiding from undefined mistakes,

For once, to feel rested and well.

Again, I say, so fair, lady.

Eyes as blue as the sky,

With a charming, big smile,

Her red lips against a skin so pale.

I should forgive everyone.

Even those who broke my entrails

Because God is looking up there.

While the moon is my only friend.

Thoughts on the last night train

At night, reality seems fake. Through the train window, I see building silhouettes. An image on top of the other, so there's a future to make.

Is it shyness, or did I really make a mistake? His touch, aura, and passion seem rehearsed. Nice hugs turned to claws, cutting me like cake.

Do I forget to talk? Why can't I speak? His torso is now over me, and I feel his mad heartbeats. I'm drowning, I can't breathe, and he is kissing my cheek!

I'm hurt, but I don't cry. Deep inside, I enjoyed all of that. Now my future is another nocturnal destination.