Artes-y-Letras

My teeth, Long and sharp, Run up and down your shivering body, Gently, like playing a harp. Long, soft strokes, My snow white hand moves, And grabs your head, While my voice soothes. I whisper calming thoughts, Putting calming things in your mind, With my voice and my eyes, I hold you in a bind. Yet that does not stop the shivering, The fear in your face, You do not understand, Me, or my race. Tempted, and temped no more, My long-since dead heart beats, Wanting to live again, Wanting to taste your blood like sweets. It is no longer I can wait, I sink my fangs into your flesh, Into that skin so pale with fear, The skin o

Dear Peter, take me away. take me so very far away, to your never neverland, so that i will never ever have to grow up. My Dearest Peter Pan, let me kiss the stars with you. Let me kiss your rosy lips, and let the stars witness my devotion to the never-ending love of my childhood. My Dearest Peter, i'm still waiting for you to come through my window, just as you did when i was a young babe. Dear Mr. Pan, i've waited and waited, and i watch my window every night just in hopes that i'll see your mischevious shadow lurking in on me, as he did in those long ago days. To My Dearest Mr. Peter Pan, I don't think you're comi

A sunny day in the park.  There is a single bench CENTRE  stage.  GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench.  He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe.  He is reading a newspaper.  Enter PETER from the RIGHT.   He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, a white shirt and a garish, comical tie.  He is carrying a paper bag.  PETER sits on the bench next to GOD,  setting his bag next to him.  He folds his hands and admires the weather. PETER.  Beautiful weather today. GOD  [focusing on his newspaper].  Mm-hm. PETER. [Extending his hand] The name's Peter. GOD  [shaking PETER's hand].  God. [GOD re