Dark Poetry

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Saturday, February 26, 2011

YOUR GREATEST FAN

Standing in a smokey bar somewhere in Tennesee, your greatest fan is watching, but you don't ever see. She's with you every night, waiting to hear your name. The music washes over her and steals her heart away. Chorus: She's your greatest fan, don't you know, She'd love it if you cared, but you're... Sign in to see full entry.

SOUL'S STORM

Rain drops slip silently down my misty window pane. A finger traces the crooked path until another falls again. The wind whispers a sigh of lonliness through a leaden sky, overhead a silhouette hovers where a single bird does fly. Crisp leaves tumble over one another in an endless race, while the... Sign in to see full entry.

MY LITTLE HOUSE

A little house with a lovely green yard sheltered with great shady trees. Four sturdy walls to surround me with peace among my flowers and breeze. Just a small house all cozy and warm, and a pillow beneath my head. A stone that stands to announce when the words upon it are read. In my little house... Sign in to see full entry.

SOULS STORM

Rain drops slip slilently down my misty window pain. A finger traces the crooked path until another falls again The wind whispers a sigh of loneliness through a leaden sky. Overhead a silhouette hovers where a single bird does fly. Crisp leaves tumle over one another in an endless race, while the... Sign in to see full entry.

A GLOVE WELL WORN

Silently, I look back with contemplation. Could I have spared myslef this bitter devastation? Had I been less foolish, naive and in love, would my life be filled with sorrow that surrounds me like a glove. Despairingly, I recall your cruel rejection that sent my spirits plummeting to deep and... Sign in to see full entry.

Dark Dream

He came to me on a dark summer's eve, a vision of love my mind had conceived. His haunting image in the darkness formed, an etheral being of fantasy born. Like a wisp of wind he stared my way, his eyes never leaving the bed where I lay. Slowly he moved, with spectral grace, until the warmth of his... Sign in to see full entry.

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