Dark Poetry - Blogithttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/achatter/I write the best when I depressed.
I guess that what suits me best.
A cloak made of dark and dreary
Makes me glad when I am weary.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00YOUR GREATEST FANhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/achatter/686059Standing 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...SOUL'S STORMhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/achatter/686058Rain 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...MY LITTLE HOUSEhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/achatter/686054A 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...SOULS STORMhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/achatter/686053Rain 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...A GLOVE WELL WORNhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/achatter/686052Silently, 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...Dark Dreamhttp://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/achatter/686048He 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...