I am not ready to create a poetry page, and will instead post my amateur True Blood poetry here until I have more to offer the site. Here's a sonnet that could be read in a number of ways. The speaker could be Sookie or anyone who has been deeply affected by a piece of literature, a person, a character, some kind of cultural production — even a television show.
To her dead lover
From living’s safe embrace I have been exiled; Your death-charms nightly kill my foolish sleep. Sharp texts unravel dull and flimsy textiles — Upon my skin your whispers softly creep, As by sensation reason is subdued, And under woolen layers you undress Forgotten instinct suddenly renewed With fingers light and nimble in caress. But what shall come of this imagination, Reflected in such penetrating eyes? Your image only feeds such sweet frustration, Devouring death and growing self despise. Sustained by words immortal, lust survives — Translating this body; I am alive.
out of found this valuable.
Do you find this valuable?
HELLO, MY NAME IS Sarah
MY VITALS
Do you believe in the vampire virus theory? I have no idea what that is.
SUPPORT THE AVL?
SUPPORT FoS?
IF YES...
