Once Upon A Midnight Dreary............. -
AND SO STARTS ( IN MY OPINION ) ONE OF THE GREATEST POEMS FROM A TORTURED , ARTISTIC MAN
The Raven is dark , haunting and...
What does a raven and a writing desk have in common?
Awesome - Love Edgar Alan Poe, I must say. So morbid and twisted right up my alley. His writings remind me alot of my own, although regrettably, the novel I'm currently working on...
My Original Story was based Not Upon my Like or Dislike for Poe - I have received a notification that I Like Edgar Allen Poe 9 minutes ago.
That was not my premise or prayer...
Better Hair Care - Ok so about a week ago a few of my friends cornered me, you see we had all been trying out new hair colors for a while trying to find one we liked...
Mister Macabre - Edgar Allan Poe -
Is one of the most original
of the American writers.
Poe - Shaped the development of both the
detective story and science - fiction story .
The Complete Works Of Edgar Allen Poe - I have a rare prayer for the irrevocable fame and study of this man. Whose forceful ability to survive his tortured life,rose out his need...
Still Hooked -
The first time I read poe was when i was 12. I had to choose a book to read off of a list for school and idk why the summary attracted me to his stories so i made...
Because... - Dark twisted tales full of excitement. I love it.
Edgar Alan Poe - Hands down one of the greatest poets that ever lived.
Hez help'd me through some rough times.
Just a quick share of my favorite poem from him.
Annabell Lee -
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee--
And this maiden she lived...
"tales Of Mystery And Imagination" Album By The Alan Parsons Project - One of my favorite progressive rock albums is "Tales of Mystery and Imagination Edgar Allan Poe" by...
Dream Within A Dream - Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope...
I Respect Him... - Once in the 11th grade I did a report on him. Then I realised..he's not a weird'o with creepy poems. He's a man who eventually lost every woman he loved...
Sure my poetry is not great but I still make poetry but I keep it a secret because most of it is about my love and lust for my crushes.
It's always been a good past time for me to just chill and think about weird and random thoughts in my head and for 3 years now i have been writing these weird and random thoughts...
this poem is called true love
him: Do I ever cross your mind?
him: Do you like me?
her: Not Really.
him: Do you want me?
him: Would you cry if I left?
While studying for my next French exam, I came across an old book I borrowed from the library, there was a small piece of paper in it and this poem...
I don't even know if it is exactly poetry, it's more so just pretty sentences that I sometimes write.
He's not perfect you aren't either, and the two of you will never be perfect. But if he can make you laugh at least once, causes you to think twice, and if he admits to being human...
There’s a window in my head
That only I can see
It is the gate-way to my fantasy
There I am a hero, master and king
I am capable of doing anything
When I dwell there the world...
You will never really know
The type of pain I hold
I hide it like a dirty secret
That's never to be told
I wonder do you really know me
But then again do I even know...
I woke up last week in the middle of the night and felt I should write this down it came to me as country lyrics....
I most likely won't remember you in the morning
It's not that...
Fill it with You...
Every time I see your eyes,
I can feel you are so sad,
but somehow you smile with glee to me
and it makes me happy and glad indead...
Why must it be so hard...
Every artist was first an amateur.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Art, like morality, consists in drawing the line somewhere.
Gilbert K. Chesterton
Abstract art: a product of the...
I have a gift
You have a gift
We all have a gift
A gift to create
Buildings to cars to empires to spaceships to mars
Creation of life, creation of food, creation of wine, creation...
I feel foreign in this world
The possibility of having connections have long been severed
I'm disconnected from my kind
Reality feels like a dream
What has happened to me
Here is an example of a Shakespearean Sonnet I wrote for English class.
Don’t ever try to be something you’re not
You’ll only look...
I've had enough
Of all your fake love
But yet I can't seem to get you out of my mid
Cause every time I hear someone call your name
I look just to see if it's you, DAMN
Why am I...
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were -- I have not seen
As others saw -- I could not bring
My passions from a common spring --
From the same...
When I come to the end of my journey
And I travel my last weary mile
Just forget if you can, that I ever frowned
And remember only the smile
Forget unkind words I have spoken...
A wasteland it is
So empty and barren
Not worth anyone's time
For it is dry and dead
So I tell you this now
Do you still want to love me
I Am A DaisyYou pluck each delicate petal…  ...
Yonder it is and dreadfully luminescent
An elegance unsurpassed
As if her mind were in physical form
So exquisite it is for it to liquescent my emotions and flush them into abyss...
Spirit soaked I turn off auto correct,
My mistakes collect more direct sense through a common lens.
Im unrealistically on the fence about it all.
I see the future is more drama...
This is my creed
To live without fear
To feel no pain
This is my creed
To survive on intelligence
To learn the knowledge of...
She cuts herself
You probably didn't realize
The bracelets she wears
The long pants all year
The signs are there
You don't care enough to notice
Her skin cries red tears
The promises we made Lie scattered around.Long forgotten.I wish to bring them back .I will piece them together Though the dreams will never be the same again.
Just generally showing support for the men and women who fight when their country tells them to. I wish you all a safe and swift return home. Best of luck. I admire you all.
I want to love you, and that is all.
I want to know you, and that is everything.
I want to be with you, and that is Heaven.
Never gonna fade away
Never gonna be replaced
I'll takes this scar yeah
This broken heart and
I'll keep it with me while I walk on
To wherever I'm going
I'll get there knowing
Tick tock, tick tock
On the clock, on the clock
It's in your face, it's on my Mind getting worse all the time
The world grows colder
Tick tock! Tick tock!
Drops of red, icy bed...
A Skateboarder's Liferampsgrindstwiststurnsgrabslands
What You Mean To Me
you are the foundation i build my hope on
you are the frame for which my walls of my certainty are built
you are the roof that protects me.
take one nail out...
The Skipping Stone
i look down and see it,
i pick it up,
smile and toss it,
across the smooth...
"Sometimes people think they know you. They know a few facts about you, and they piece you together in a way that makes sense to them. And if you don't know yourself very well, you...
Think but don't act
Help others but not yourself
Avoid doing all these horrible things
That go on inside your mind
But don't do anything beneficial
I NEED YOU NOW!
So I Wait.... A year ago I woke up
Never missing you till now
My eyes searching
And you are not here
A year ago I woke up
And I imagined you
My body aching
Could there possibly be
A Moon in your darkened sky?
How will you see
Where the edge of my heart stops
And the reach of your touch begins
Simple light from...
You're a cruel gender
Standing with a dagger
Piercing all that's pure
Blaming your mothers till dawn
I hate the wrongs you commit
I hate you
Speak to me silver tongues