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A Poem of Dedication to Vampires and the Fandom Which They Create

Missy is a unique writer who enjoys inviting her readers into her thoughts through her poetry and other topics of discussion.  

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My Personality Dictates the Push of My Pen: Free Spirit - Free Verse


To say that I had a particular theme in mind for this poem would be telling a lie. Sometimes, when I write poetry, it comes from a straight flow. What I mean is that a verse will pop into my head, and then I will just go with it. Honestly, my themes like the title states, seem to always take off to the darkside of life or feelings I'm having in the moment; which are usually melancholy and subdued - if you will? I don't know if that makes sense to anyone, but I bet it does to other poets.

My personality is all over the place, but mostly I am a very introverted person who tends to be a loner, however, not on purpose. I think a lot. I don't think that it is a bad thing to do though. See how I just thought of that? (laughing)

What I'm trying to say here is; I free versed these verses in the freest verse way I could free them. I go with the flow...

I themed it towards vampires, and the fan vamps that like to read things about darkness. As I was writing, vampires are what kept popping up in my head. So, vampires became the catalysts for this one. I hope you like it!

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Final Fantasy

He is nowhere that I am.

I must give up and

breathe in…


and let the truth carry me

through the tired longing

days…


of wishful thinking of unseen

pains - so deranged.


My dire body grows weaker

today. It is hard to know

A love betrayed…


rubbing my flesh – I’m still

here. These feelings I wish

would disappear.


Stretch up and grab faith, so

I can get through another

day.


Pray. Don’t pray. Can I just

runaway…far into the

dark…


away from the sunlight...

I shall run off into the

abyss - sleep tight.


Collapsing down upon a

nightmare, he will never ever

be found in my stare…


not as I live, another day,

another night. I breathe out,

and bid a final Goodnight…

© 2018 Missy Smith

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