Tag Archives: black

Should I make my vampires sleep?

I have had a passion for vampires since I first watched “The Twins of Evil” when I was six years old and by the time I was nine years of age I wanted to write about them.  From the age of eleven I became what I thought was “A Goth”, though not entirely serious, I allowed my mother to dictate to me a lot on how I should portray myself to the world, but in my eye at the time, black slacks and a black polo-neck would suffice for the tag, with black shoes.  I wanted to wear black gypsy skirts but my mother insisted that with my size (as I was very overweight when I lived with her) I looked like I was wearing a tent and so, I didn’t have the confidence to wear them.

The passion I have for vampires is so deep, that it is a strong part of who I am.  When I haven’t read a book about vampires, researched them or watched a movie with them in it for a while, I start to feel a deep hole inside of me.  This hole swallows me up, makes me moody, makes me depressed and ultimately makes me feel alone.  Because I am alone, in regards to this passion for vampires, I know nobody who is in regular physical contact with me, who has the same passion.  A lot of people I know merely tolerate that this obsession is a part of me. 

The people I have who are my friends and are Gothic, weirdly enough do not share the same concept about vampires as I do and nor do they view being Gothic in the same light as me either.  Whenever I talk about vampires to another fan of vampires or Gothic culture online, I come up against a brick wall.  A wall of which I find sleazy and corny, yet despite saying this, I am not the old school romanticist that I’ve often been accused of being!

In my opinion the last decade of vampire movies has either become too soft that it’s another version of “My Little Pony” or too vicious that it makes me think that the so-called vampires in the movie are just another type of vicious intelligent zombies.

Since I was nine years old, I have been writing an extensive series based on vampires, complete with an encyclopaedia about the mythos.  I say series, yet I really mean saga.

There are over 70 stories in this series and I have never once approached a publisher about them and nor do I feel ready.  Not with my vampires, I am very protective of my vampires.  Yet when I have discussed my stories with close vampire loving online friends and gothic culture dudes and dudettes, I have been told that my ideas are too old fashioned and romantic.  That the days of the aristocratic vampires are numbered and this pains me.  I have been told that despite the fact I know the market of vampires really well, I have failed to understand how they have evolved within the media and how the new style of vampires are what publishers and producers want more of.  So therefore, I feel I would waste mine and the publisher’s time in even approaching them.

I spend two thirds of my serious writing time on my vampires.  The rest of my fiction, poetry and songs are left on hold.  This is why I sometimes think that I will never get published, because I won’t put my vampires to sleep.

Because I won’t put my vampires to sleep, I neglect my other stories, I neglect this blog, which is why I have made a difficult decision to try and talk about my vampires in new posts in the future, or vampires in general.

If you would like to discuss with me what you like about vampires, or tell me what you expect from vampires, I would like to hear your thoughts. 

 

 

 

 

 

Advertisements

Leave a comment

Filed under Short Story Series

Depths of blackness

In the depths of blackness I hear the cries of creatures drowning in their own sorrows of the thick dark night.

Souls wretched and souls bereaved, crying out to the night for love and release.

The fires of torture burn through their brains, in an agonizing heat wave how can they be saved?

Swimming through the whiny larvae of their new found home, sinking floating, choking on volcanic foam.

Tortured souls how can they be released?

How can they suffer anymore than this? For what is the purpose, isn’t this insane?

To see tortured victims burn up in the flames?

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems D - F

universal ocean

 

The universe is a black ocean

Full of twists and turns

How I love to swim in its darkness

And fly too close to the sun that burns

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems S - U

Humans lost the plot

Ravens encircle around the sky bringing an atmosphere of fear to all who are near

My black wings fly with them, a dragon that is also feared

Tenderly I sail the sky with my black as coal wings

Gracefully I look down at all those beautiful things

I wonder what all the fuss is about

Me flying by today

Why are they shooting arrows upwards?

They’ll hurt me this way

Silly humans, they always fear of things that they do not know

If they took the time to learn

They’ll know I have places to go

I dream of a world where humans are taught

About things they don’t understand

So creatures like me, big or small

Can roam safe within this land

The world is shared with all but you

You think you own the lot

Well my dear humans I fear to say

You’ve quite lost the plot

 

 

 

 

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems G - I, Short Stories

from the dragon let us run

I fly and feel the wind beneath my wings; it lifts me higher over the mountain tops

I see all the people under me, running like little black dots

Alas, they call, alas she’s come

From the dragon, let us run, let us run

I’m cool with them, I pay them no heed, but to harm me is their way, because of their greed

Ten thousand gold pieces for her heart, they cry

But I fly on, wondering why?  And sigh…

 

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems D - F, Short Stories

What have we done?

This world is our home, a wonderful dome, filled with such diverse beauty oh what have we done?

Our home chokes to death on invisible black flames of carbon, oh what have we done?  What have we done?

Trees falling all around us, a great infestation of greed pulls them to the ground, oh what have we done?  What have we done?

What do we need so badly that we’re destroying the things we need the most?  Air, land, sea, sky, oh why, oh why, oh why?  What have we done?  Look what we’ve done!

The big brains say we’re progressing, but what is progression?  To die before we’ve lived?  We’ve no other place to go, so why are we cutting the world away like there’s an alternative?

There is no alternative

Oh what have we done?  What have we done?

We’re progressing towards mass extinction, mass end of life, mass death run rife. 

What have we done?

We can stop…

Small changes mean a lot

Giving up comforts for survival maybe our only revival – look what we’ve done, stop this… everyone?

Ignorance isn’t bliss, it’s death…

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems V - Z

OCD Cat

There’s a cat in my garden that’s always washing

Sitting on cardboard boxes quashing

He’s never fazed as I watch, him licking his crotch

© Tina Cousins 2013

This poem is based on an actual cat in my garden, who has been visiting me ever since I moved here, his name is Toby and he belongs to a lady who lives two doors away from me. 

He is an odd looking cat, he is black, but as he is getting older he is progressively becoming ginger.

I’ve been ill with various viruses since November 2012, for some reason they’re lingering and affecting my whole household/family, this has meant the large boxes from Christmas has been left in a section of our garden this whole time, because they were too large to put in the bins, we were meant to break them down gradually to put in the recycling bin, but our sickness has prevented it, we are now thinking of burning them after checking for wildlife, but this may have to wait for a few more days.

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems M - O

graveyard gardens

Dank and dreary, never weary to a Goths mind-set

Graveyard yearning, never discerning little gardens kept

Black with roses, and purple posies, little shades of night

Bring them to me, and I’ll let you see, my face in upturned delight

© Tina Cousins 2013

Leave a comment

Filed under Poems G - I