Poe is right up there with Frost on my favorite poets list, but on the complete opposite end of the spectrum as well.
still waiting for you to light up my news susuke all big talk and threats and no substance.a hour later hes not even hit the attack roni button
kappa aka susuke threats people then makes excuses. i saw casteil earlyier he didnt say one thing to me because castiel isnt kappa . susuke_uchiha is
and you slipped up in your alias new persona susuke . you did the edit part at the bottom of your comments and replys . by a mad coincidence susuke_uchiha / kasama does that too. you aint good at acting out a new identity to re establish your self on pimd after you became known as a sell out and traitor of Kaw .
Where Once Poe Walked Eternal brood the shadows on this ground, Dreaming of centuries that have gone before; Great elms rise solemnly by slab and mound, Arched high above a hidden world of yore. Round all the scene a light of memory plays, And dead leaves whisper of departed days, Longing for sights and sounds that are no more. Lonely and sad, a specter glides along Aisles where of old his living footsteps fell; No common glance discerns him, though his song Peals down through time with a mysterious spell. Only the few who sorcery's secret know, Espy amidst these tombs the shade of Poe. -HP Lovecraft Edit: If you haven't experienced Lovecraft before today is your day.
Because I'm interested in seeing others works and who other people enjoy. And I'll be posting another of mine soon, if I can get the words out of my head before work. Edit: Feel free to participate Lili. You're a person too, you can share your work, your favorite poets or quotes that made you see things differently. I'm interested in all points of view.
They were saying a witch.. she was anything but. She was hiding her wings, she was keeping them cut. He was crazy in love. He was happy to call her his. And she loved him too.. but was craving to fly. And some nights she would take off into the sky. When the moon was full.. she just couldn't resist. He would beg her to stop, he would hold her tight, He would lock the shutters, he'd stay up all night Drinking coffee and pacing.. and she would be gone anyway. She'd return in the morning. She would try to explain. She would swear to him not to do it again.. But the night was calling and she would be flying away.. He was giving her roses, singing her songs. He was writing her poems, undoing her wrongs. Like a fool he was chasing a dream, he was grasping at straws. He was scared to death when the moon was bright She'd forget her way back getting drunk on its light... And it happened one night. She forgot what she really was. And three days and three nights he was calling her name. Couldn't sleep, couldn't drink, couldn't drown his pain.. Walking onto the ledge and searching for her in the sky.. When the moon came out, he did just like her. He stepped out of his window into the blur.. But without her wings he couldn't really fly. --