A sample of my work: (In the memory of Edgar Allan Poe)~05:03 Aug 04 2016
Times Read: 234
Undoubtedly, The Poetic Principle contains some of his best work, but some of my favorite works I have to say are: The Raven, and The Fall of the House of Usher.
Poe a Poem
I can tell you in depth why these were written, but would you believe for an instance that I was perhaps mad, crazy and malformed? Would for one moment you think of sanity, delusion or ill fate to create such horrid, sinful and morbid works of art?
You must ask yourself, what would be “your” mindset to read such atrocious, beautiful and dark writings? Alone in the room you might sit, hands trembling, eyes focusing on the mirror that hangs behind you, the clock ticking away in the back ground- only you are alone and awake this dark sullen hour. You, searching for solace and answers from the dust filled pages, while the wind whispers and the leaves quake outside your door- but you care not. It is you who breathes life into my words, it is you that decide what my words mean- what they say… and for what the Raven simply, would not.
Would you creep into the shadows and the mist of a corner so dim and damp to find a place my words would reach? I seek out a place to breath, to give birth to what lies beneath, within my passion it grows, waiting patiently. It is your soul I seek, your heart beating bleak? I crave to know your passion; my words seek out and find that place, the place you hide from others, so well. I know what you think when you are alone; I know your despair and prepare words that evoke cravings for blood, death and relapse. It is me you seek when all else fails. You seek me, the creature that life washed to shore. It is I who faced death, fear, loss and loneliness blinking less, loving less that comforts you and abates you, with words that know you.
I have tasted fear, death, loss and lived love. My words, they warn you, involve you and tame you. They acquaint you, court you and devour you. Walk with me through the midnight air, feel the wanting of the wind, and the hollows of the gate. Enter if you will, and feel the flames of the fire in the darkened halls so cold, that only heat courses cowardly within those stones. The ice fills your veins; the spine is slowly creeping cold and forced familiar.
It is I that wish not to be alone, and for that reason implore you to join me within these pages of mine, to draw you in, keep you here, and capture you. I weep with fate. You look around, controlled by the fear and doubt you have just ingested, and so my work here is done and it is on to the next I go, merrily along… merrily along. Read, and share in my despair. Experience, went unanswered, life left a bitter taste- cold piercing slowly into the depths of my soul. It is cold where I lay, come keep me warm.
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Neinmortlan
00:33 Sep 16 2016