Showing posts with label writer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label writer. Show all posts

Sunday, December 11, 2016

ELIZABETH by Edgar Allan Poe

Elizabeth, it surely is most fit
(Logic and common usage so commanding)
In thy own book that first thy name be writ,
Zeno and other sages notwithstanding;
And I have other reasons for so doing
Besides my innate love of contradiction;
Each poet - if a poet - in pursuing
The muses thro' their bowers of Truth or Fiction,
Has studied very little of his part,
Read nothing, written less - in short's a fool
Endued with neither soul, nor sense, nor art,
Being ignorant of one important rule,
Employed in even the theses of the school-
Called - I forget the heathenish Greek name
(Called anything, its meaning is the same)
"Always write first things uppermost in the heart."

(Zeno, a philosopher who said "that one's own name should never appear in one's own book")

Monday, March 21, 2016

Normal - Almost that

Such a conglomeration of nonsense
my day-to-day seems
to always consist of.
If only I could turn off the noise:
The vehicles rushing,
buildings growing
empty,
and the hushed tone
of my happiness
sobbing in the corner.
If only
the way this life changed
was normal.
Maybe I would be too...
maybe.

Saturday, November 14, 2015

Standing Letters

No more will I be the letter, The Writer softly spoken in your ear... but left. I will be lOuD & def!ant! I will THROW my words in the FACE of whoever stands in my way. On this page I am your writer - Beyond, I beckon: A voice.

Friday, May 15, 2015

Incomplete

When it comes to words, I work wonders;
until wonders fall on you.
Then my script splits as a serpents tongue
past speech, I know not what to do.


So I drown myself in the slimiest grey
hoping some genius will fall through.
But in all my mess, I still confess
my weakening is you.

Its sick and twisted, rotten and cold
addicted to a someone I never knew.