http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetic_me/A collection of original poems written over the years from junior high to the present and beyond.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetic_me/331883Coffee, Coffee what can I say? Coffee, Coffee you make my day. It's sad but true, I'm addicted to you but I wouldn't have it any other way. You jumpstart my morn without you I'm forlorn My head, it aches my gut, it grates Thank goodness you were born! Coffee, Coffee what can I do? Coffee, Coffee...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetic_me/330226I've decided to offer advertising on my wildly popular See It In the Stars daily horoscope blog which receives about 500 to 600 clicks per month! Your 50 word ad which includes a link to either your blog (to increase clicks) or your website (to increase business), can be seen for as low as $5.00...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetic_me/303911A moment is a lifetime when you are away. Days stretch on forever and are as empty as my aching heart.http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetic_me/299666The possibilities are endless. Will we die tomorrow or live our lives complete. Does it even matter? Our thoughts go on forever, echoing in time. Ripples in the Pool of Eternity, we boast of fleeting accomplishments...but the possibilities are endless.http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetic_me/298996I am incomplete, my soul half gone, while he is away. He is as much a part of me as the very heart with which I love him. Return soon my love. My empty arms await.http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetic_me/295365There is a Sickness in my soul, growing stronger day by day, spreading Its disheartening influence to my body and mind. A wound that festers, ignored, burns at the heart. Eating away my will to live, my will to love. Soon, all feeling will be gone; nothing but a desolate void.http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetic_me/293836The night is dark, the wind is chanting songs of lore through brittle leaves. Low, dark clouds dance swiftly by, the roll of thunder keeps the time. Electric light prances gaily, here, there, a frenetic game of hide and seek.http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetic_me/293424I feel a burning deep in my veins, a call to something, I know not what. Confusion prevails in my mind, torn between what I want and what I must do. Such a material world this is that love of art and life, for their own sakes, is tinted green with greed. The true Artist's soul is too often...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetic_me/292959My blood runs cold, a voice calls my name, whispering through shadows; 'Come to me'. Telling me things I want to hear, warm breath on my neck; the presence of fear, almost tangible, feeds his desire.http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/poetic_me/292259Keep in mind, I wrote these poems in Junior High. I plan to rework some of them when I get the time. I offer them here on Blogit as "rough drafts" or "works in progress"... The Vampyre The moon shines full in the dark of the night, the breeze blows the scent of blood. The air is filled with songs...