Shall We Dance

Shall we dance upon the hollowed ground
as the moon cast shadows on the stones.
The dew drifts in and wraps around our
ankles and our bones.
We begin our midnight waltz
to the unheard music of our souls.
The beauty of the night lingers
as time begins to take its toll.
This dance, this horrible, beautiful dance
we all shall partake.
You can not out run time or out last
fate.
So, what better way to look at death then
in its gleaming eyes.
And throw yourself a party and do not
compromise.
Dear Death, may I have this dance? For I do
not fear your coming.
I knew this day would come, and I shall dance
instead of running.
Death took a bow, and offered up his hand.
I graciously accepted and left the living land.
Some say life is a party, but I think
you have it wrong.
The party is in the dying, and dancing
all night long.

Home Game
By: Gigi Driggers


I feel at home here among these stones.
There is nothing left but lying bones.
For this is life, we live, we die.
Our dreams are buried beneath the sky.
People come and mourne those they have lost.
Crying tears and knowing the cost.
They should have said those things of heart.
Instead of waiting for the casket cart.
But alas, tis to late to say those things.
Words are for the living and the life they bring.
For the dead may hear your lamented song.
But you cannot undo all you have done wrong.
Your words would have been music to my ears.
If you’d have said them in my living years.
For I do not care now, for what you have to say.
For death is my final card to play.
The game is over, my life is done.
I hold all the aces…..and I’ve finally won.

Update

Hi everyone, it's been a while since I last posted to my blog. I would like to take this time to give you a few updates.

Some of you know; most of you do not; that my Mother is ill with cancer . I had plans to open my website and had many great things in mind, including short stories, poetry and even a preview of my novel. Life throws you disappointment all the time, and this was and is one of those times.

I have always had a rocky relationship with my Mom. I however have chosen to do my best and be there for all my Mom's treatments and whatever else she will need of me. My Mom never smoked a day in her life. Cancer really does not care to discriminate, even in the vampire world. I will do the things I need to do to support my Mom even if it means I put my needs on the back shelf.

I like most writers, work a full time job and it causes me to travel over a hundred miles a day. So between, working, traveling, taking care of my Mom, there has been little time to do what I love most and that is write. I have many things I want to share. My poetry has certainly gotten me through a lot of the rough times. I will post more of my Gothic poetry to my blog in the coming days. I know that is what you come here to read and I will not disappointment.

Until then, I'll be keeping my fangs sharp.

Vampiregigi

Gothic Poetry

Black Crow
by: Gigi Driggers


I will not compare myself
for I think it be absurd
to compare a shiny diamond
to an old black bird

How do you take a sparkling gem
that glitters in the sun
and hold it to a beast of air
that most would only shun

I am not anything
the world would behold
If I were a caged bird
I never would be sold

Yet, if you would look closer
my black feathers hide
the secret of beautiful colors
that shine from deep inside

Sometimes it makes me sad to know
I'm not a diamond ring
for no one cares to listen
when the black crow sings

So I take my hidden beauty
and write upon these pages
and hope the colors you can't see
appear as words for sages.

Calling of the Moon
by: Gigi Driggers




Walking through the mist of night
Looking not to be a fright
Seeking what I can not see
Knowing she is there for me
It is her voice that I always hear
Calling, calling in my ear

My dark mistress I seek your presence
I search for you in evanescence
I do not know how I have become
This creature others find loathsome
But when the moon is full and bright
I want your Aphrodite’s bite
My lust consumes me to the core
I know I have become your whore

How is it I find myself so cold
And yet I know my soul is bold
For who would go out seeking death
Looking for it’s ice cold breath
Just to be with your kindred spirit
Knowing you should really fear it
You will never be able to hide
Your destiny to become the bride
Of darkest souls to walk the earth
And give the night it’s evil birth
It is death coming all to soon
With the calling of the moon

Quilt of Lies
By: Gigi Driggers

The lies you spoke to cover your guilt
where deceitful squares upon your quilt
each one stitched with every thought
to be delivered, sold and bought
the colors of each patch you placed
meant to be seen and jealous laced
what a burden I would have carried
until the day, my body was buried
most quilts are made with love in mind
but yours was made to help you find
a way for your heart to reconcile
a hurt and pain, but your in denial,
the bed you lie in will not keep your warm
she deceives herself with liquid harm
and all I know to do for you is pray
for my love will never go away......
Lord all I ask is to hold him when I'm not there
and let him know that someone did care
I had to move forward for life was cold
a new quilt being stitched for me to hold

Poetry

Just a little poem I wrote a few years ago. It's part my original collection of gothic poetry.

Little Miss Sunshine
By: Gigi Driggers

Little Miss Sunshine
Went out one day
Over the fields
And far away
She went to find
Love and kisses
Her heart was full
Of hopes and wishes

Along came a man
Strong and bold
Told her she was
His to hold
Her heart he promised
Not to break
Said he was sincere
And not a fake
On his lips he
Confessed his love
He seemed to be
Sent from above

At first things were
Nice and sweet
She found he swept
Her off her feet
But things soon
Began to change
He was acting
Weird and strange
On the phone he’d
Say mean things
That soon began to
Break her wings
He turned into
An evil jerk
And hurt her with
A nasty smirk
Called her psycho
Crazy bitch
Made her think
She was a witch
Upon her soul
She took the blame
When it was his guilt
That lit the flame

Little Miss Sunshine
Could not bare
The hurt and pain
He did not share
She died one day
An emotional death
And sweetness took
It’s long last breath

Now the angel does
Not sing
Because instead she
Found bat wings
She lives another
Kind of life
One with fangs and
A long black knife
For if he raised
His ugly head
She would make
Sure he would be dead

Now the vampiress sings
A new song
And finds that no one
Loves for long
For if they fall
Into her trap
The once strong man
Becomes a sap
For now that sweetness
Is dead a gone
Her heart beats nothing
for no one

She is free to be
What she wishes
She licks her lips,
You look delicious