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The Man Behind the Transylvanian Vampire: A Place Worth Visiting
Who was Vlad? The Legend It all started with a book written by Bram Stoker. In this book, he wrote about a vicious blood-sucking creature that would hide from the sun, sleep in coffins, and be pale as snow: the classic vampire that inspired so many others to write about these immortal creatures and develop the story in a more fashionable manner that would attract the public. As you well know, in the modern days it seems rather cool to be a vampire, and it inspires a lot of Halloween costumes. But you would be surprised to know that he didn't really know who Vlad Tepes was. He was inspired by Emily Gerard's article about the superstitions of Transylvania published in 1885, not the voivode.
Foreign PawsPublished 7 years ago in HorrorSitting in Sorrow
The dim light over the park bench has gone out And gloom perches on our shoulders The fire in us fades with the wind The river of tears has ran dry
AJ WallacePublished 7 years ago in PoetsSwallowing Death
I stand in front of the mirror and an unknown reflection stares back at me. My eyes flicker back and forth taking this new person in. She's the same height as me she has the same eyes and even the same freckles but her face looks worn and tired, her figure has grown fuller and the once hour glass shape I loved so much is replaced with excess skin and saggy lumps.
Danielle SchochPublished 7 years ago in Poets70 Years On
I was born the year Reginald Kenneth Dwight’s first album Empty Sky was released in the U.K. I was singing to “Crocodile Rock” as a youngster as I watched him on the Muppet Show, covered in feathers and backed by singing reptiles amongst an assortment of Jim Henson’s creatures — all wearing oversized sunglasses. I realized I was bisexual as I watched the music video for “I’m Still Standing” at age 13. My junior year of high school I went from being a quiet backward nerd to an overnight socialite as I belted out “Saturday Night’s Alright for Fighting” in the school musical — decked out in full sequined garb, platform shoes and sunglasses, which I decorated with hair from one of my grandmother’s wigs and rhinestones from her sewing kit. I got married to “The One” and sung “Skyline Pigeon” to my infant son as I rocked him to sleep. Marriage 2.0 was set to “Your Song”; and I have seen this amazing artist in concert 27 times thus far. His music has literally been the soundtrack to my life and still excites me as much today as it did when I first spun my father’s copy of Madman Across the Water on his record player when I was 4. He turned 70 years old this year as he and his lyricist, Bernie Taupin, are celebrating 50 years as writing partners. His Aids Foundation is commemorating their 25th anniversary this year. He has a catalog of 40+ albums, 100+ singles, and still puts on a 3+ hour energized show — a feat artists half his age cannot keep up with. He holds the record for the highest selling single of all time. He earned multiple Grammy, Academy, and Tony awards. He has been Knighted by Her Queen Majesty. He has been inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. He is a Kennedy Center Honor recipient Indeed, there is not much the man has not accomplished. He is a musical genius. He is a legend. He is none other than Sir Elton Hercules John.
Carlos GonzalezPublished 7 years ago in BeatI Loved
I loved you But you never loved me back I gave you my heart But you pushed me away I tried to tell you But you never listened
Brooke stouderPublished 7 years ago in PoetsMy Dying Moments
Through my heart a warm pain pierces, I see the light of the sun etched in the sky gracing me with its blissful radiance. In the distance, echoes of a ruined city with towers that once reached the heavens above I see the smoke of history rise up as I lay on the ground. Tears that I never knew begin flowing as I hear the voices of those around me. Friend. Foe. It doesn't matter who they were or who I was for I am them and they are me. I hold a pain where once my heart lay as I begin to see my love blossom before my eyes. Her beauty holds no bounds on this earth and I remember of a time when I could call her by name, but now I have forgotten that name just as this world has forgotten me. My tears begin to stop as my heart fades. I soon wonder where I will wake to next. Caressed in the arms of my love or in the arms of a mother that we children have hurt. Will this mother accept me back after knowing of the sins I have committed against my brothers and sisters or will I too be forsaken and cast away as we children have casted our mother?
Hands
Many nights when I can't express enough how I feel, I write to you. These love notes and poems are never new but always a surprise.
Humans
We are mammals. Purely animals. We eat like them, we hunt like them, we act like them. When we're angry we attack. When we're in love we react. When we're upset, we cry.
Eldie RosePublished 7 years ago in Poets