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Inspired by the one and only, Edgar Allan Poe

Yet again, my imagination runs wild and I lash out at an imaginary man covered in old gnarly tattos - Enjoy!

I spontaneously combust Through the rust Of this steel cage Called life. I figuratively analyze Every situation Until I realize That the analys..

Tomorrow is a day of grace We cannot come to We will not face But in this life Of dreams un-weaved We will not see What’s not perceived..

This poem is completely FICTIONAL. It is an imaginative glimpse of a vicious cycle of life and death.

The house was eerie. Dark skins cast shadows on the aligning walls. Wild animals creep within the doorways; Too wild to tame, but too tame to ..

"Survival of the fittest" - Herbert Spencer 1864

I sift through the journal of my oldest writings. A glass of wine spiked with vodka in my hand. I reminisce. The "good old times"..

This beautifully delicate, artistic soul; Amongst a world of another nature. You support my every move in this strategic game of life. You read, ..

Elusive, vicious world - Naive, altruistic girl.