I am me. I am who I have become. Who have I become? Have I become at all? Was I ever born? I came to exist. I know I exist, somewhere between the real and the painless. It's like drifting into sleep, I know there is a point when the transition happens, but to pinpoint it is to rend in twain all logic. The sky watches over me, and I walk beneath as another brick in the wall. Another number. I hope,... more »
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Half The World
Half the world lives, Half the world makes, Half the world gives While the other half takes.
The Strange Tree
There’s a strange tree which lives near me, And this strange tree could not agree, That if this tree could ever see, A stranger tree it sure would be.
X And Y
You have no right to call me insane, you Can watch what I do, you can have your own Opinions, but you have no right to judge Me. I have stood here long enough to know
Hello Me, Tell Me Why I Am
Hello, you, who looks like me, Will you tell me what you see? Answer, please, my spoken plea, I wish to see my mind’s debris.
The Coldest Days Of Winter
They ran through the flowers, they say, They played all the hours away, They sang all the time of the day, They picked at the Summer’s display.
In Chimera Shall We Recollect: Imagea Fa...
At dewy morn’, there hangs a crystalline Intricacy, casually tempting Harmless flies into its morbid, frosty, Inescapable grasp. Devoured half-
O’ wicked witch, a secret death, Your local gypsy legend reeks, Curse us all in rotten breath, The light of the world coming down.
The Old Town in Winter, Sights and Thoug...
Dead. The Winter silence amplified by Muted objections from the misty ghosts Which prowled the murky streets like a cheerless Ariel. Stark murmurs of a twisting
As I climb into the sky, Who shall cower from my eyes, But the Earth and Sea built Heaven-high.
The Devil And The Mirror
As he sat, he bent his neck down toward A drenchèd floor and gazed with love abhorred Into himself, framed with black murk, he stared. The pool stared back, fiendish. There stooped, ensared
Orpheus And Eurydice
Orpheus, won’t you turn around? Spin your heels upon the ground, Gaze upon me, I’ll not wilt, And you ne’er will need faulty guilt,
A Postcard To God
I think I’d choose a scenic place, With sunshine on a smiling face, And in the glowing daylight’s grace Their happy eyes in warmth’s embrace.
Twirling ghosts wrapped, ethereal, around Gothic spires, arabesque in silhouette And piercing the ashen moonlight. She Walked on misty stepping stones gleaming wet
I Am I (acrostic)
I - am too meagre to bear a flag. A - lthough I’ve whispered dreams to others, M - ust I endure their selfless fruition?
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Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
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Half The World
Half the world lives,
Half the world makes,
Half the world gives
While the other half takes.
Half the world hates,
Half the world runs away,
Half the world's late,
Half the world praises the day.
Half the world is,
Half the world was,
Half the world thinks,
Half the world does.
Half the world lies,
Half the world burns,
Half the world cries
While the other half turns.
Half the world cares,
Half the world weeps,
Half the world shares,
Half the world keeps.
Half the world sings,
Half the world ...