Dark Abode 

Dark Abode 
A place I visit in my dreams

Dark and frightening as it may be

Haunts me, yet calls to me 

beaconing for me to walk up its desolate path 
A home of the forgotten 

A place for the weak 

Where demons roam freely 

They call to me 
I try to run away 

But the seduction is sweet 

A curiosity that burns

To know more of its ways
I walk deeper In the woods

The path abandoned 

It swallows me whole 

I’m trapped forever 
I run to find an exit 

Till no light can be found 

I curl into a ball to sleep 

On the steps of the dark abode

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed the creepiness of this poem. Something about darkness has always intrigued me and I felt like writing something that encapsulated that connection I feel with darker works. Let me know your thoughts in the comments! Next month is National Poetry Writing Month as well as Camp Nanowrimo and I can’t help but feel like writing a lot more poetry. Even before the month begins. 

-Till next time! 

World Poetry Day: My Love for Annabel Lee 

Today is a day of celebration, lyrical thought, and appreciation for one of my favorite things in the world POETRY! 

However I couldn’t celebrate this day without sharing my favorite poem from the master himself Edgar Allen Poe. 

Annabel Lee

By Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago, 

   In a kingdom by the sea, 

That a maiden there lived whom you may know 

   By the name of Annabel Lee; 

And this maiden she lived with no other thought 

   Than to love and be loved by me. 
I was a child and she was a child, 

   In this kingdom by the sea, 

But we loved with a love that was more than love— 

   I and my Annabel Lee— 

With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven 

   Coveted her and me. 
And this was the reason that, long ago, 

   In this kingdom by the sea, 

A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling 

   My beautiful Annabel Lee; 

So that her highborn kinsmen came 

   And bore her away from me, 

To shut her up in a sepulchre 

   In this kingdom by the sea. 
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, 

   Went envying her and me— 

Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, 

   In this kingdom by the sea) 

That the wind came out of the cloud by night, 

   Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. 
But our love it was stronger by far than the love 

   Of those who were older than we— 

   Of many far wiser than we— 

And neither the angels in Heaven above 

   Nor the demons down under the sea 

Can ever dissever my soul from the soul 

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams 

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 

And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes 

   Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; 

And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side 

   Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, 

   In her sepulchre there by the sea— 

   In her tomb by the sounding sea.
I LOVE this poem! This is the type of passion and love that I can celebrate. A love so powerful and so pure that even in death he stays with her. I love the youth of it and the passion of it and the beauty of its repetive yet slowly changing nature. I love the story. The jealous angels that took her away from him to have her for themselves. The melancholy and dark beauty of everything that surrounds this poem and how it makes my heart race just thinking about it. 

Poetry always gets to me, but nothing has made me stop in my tracks and made me feel as emotional as this poem has and it puts a smile on my face. 

As much as I wanted to write a poem for World Poetry Day I feel like it would do an injustice to the greatness of the poem I love so much, from a man who is an incredible inspiration to me. I’d call Poe a dark romantic. There is something so honest about his pieces and one day I will own a book of his complete works. 

Gosh I need to read more Poe! 

Anyway, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this post and read Annabel Lee many many times (it is required reading). Happy World Poetry Day! Let me know what some of your favorite poems are! I’d love to read them!

-Till next time!

Book Inspired Poetry # 1

There is no one more powerful then you 

You change yourself by your words 

Sculpt your body by your actions 

Your mind is yours to evolve 

Healing born from some inner strength

That just won’t leave you alone 

Your pain has healed you 

It’s made you see 

It’s given you ground

You’ve survived through it all

Every person who tried to hurt you

Can no longer touch you now 

You are a warrior 

An amazing warrior 

And your soul will never let you completely crumble 

At your worst you were stronger then steel 

Making it to your best has made you invisible 

You have so many parts 

Jagged and protruding 

They might not seem to quite fit right 

But when you are truly seen it’s a thing of beauty

You define who you are 

Be kind to yourself 

There is no greater hero for you but you 

Thanks for reading! 

What do you think of having more book inspired poetry? I was sifting through ideas and thought that a series of these would be fun to do. Let me know what you think of it in the comments. 

-Till next time!

Delirious Thought

Swirling, Swirling, Delirously, my minds a mess a twisting, fogging, whirling thing 

My eyes awake is a dizzying weakness, I don’t know how to feel right again

It’s weird what a nap can cause, dehydration mixed with empty tiredness without cause 

A mind that doesn’t wish to wake in a place between the conscious world

Split thought, distraction, fragmented dreams, wondering at reality

Not at peace or feeling anything, just their mind not quite present in the body

The thirst lingers yet the body feels full just a drop or two more, nothings clears 

The eyes are the worst half-closed wishing to go back to lost memory of dreams 

Lacking the full ability to see, even if the images are clear the perception leans 

Out of body, it is like a high, but no drug induces this feeling, just a tired hour sleep

Why must I wake to twisted feeling? 

Arms tired, a slight draping pain, the haze surrounds in a cocoon 

When will I find myself truly awake?

Thank you for reading this strange haze of a poem. This is 100% how I feel right now. I took a nap and feel delirious from need for water, water that hasn’t helped as much I wished. If this poems says anything to you let me know. I always wonder at this weird state of mind I get to sometimes after I will take a nap from fatigue. 

I hope you enjoyed.

-Till next time!

I Owe my Heart to Poetry

There are times when my heart was bleeding 

I never knew where to find my peace 

I felt like I wasn’t seen 

I felt like I could barely breathe 

The way people saw me like I wasn’t even there 

Like the words I spoke didn’t matter 

Misplaced breath 

Misplaced air 

People said things that were a waste 

He said, she said was never important to me 

I was always quiet 

Always listening 

Waiting to find words holding a bit of meaning

I found my cross within poetry

My guiding light 

My hopeful verse 

There is freedom in the truth of it

Words sparking hope within my soul

They became my preacher

Showed me where I was always meant to go

I was once lost with no place for me

I once thought no one could understand my dreams 

But this poetry saved my life

The people shouting into a void 

Found my ears 

Gave me my life

I finally have my solidarity

People who understand my words 

Who celebrate me for me

Poets are preachers to my very soul 

They gave me a purpose 

I am no longer invisible

Thank you all for reading. I hope you enjoyed this poem. Let me know your thoughts, I would love to hear what you all think. 

-Till next time! 

A Dark & Twisted Fever 

There is a fever running through this town 

A fever to be number one 

There is a fever running in my head 

A sickness I hope to God will be cured 

What is so alluring about this thought 

This feverish speck in my mind 

To be the best that anyone did see 

It’ll be a fever that makes me dig my own hole

What good is this want to be more 

To be more attractive 

More golden, beautiful, enchanting

When a fever will be the cause of death?

It’s a sickness causing me to tear myself down

To peel my skin till it is puffy red 

To burn my hair till it is ‘perfect’

To prick and prod until I am something different instead 

This fever is a spike in the chest 

A demon whispering into the brain

You’ll never be good enough

Now slave away until you fit the mold you have made 

What good is popularity? 

What good is topping the charts?

When your starving your sweet heart?

When your destroying the good inside you?

There is a fever running through this town

A fever that destroys with a touch 

I’ve gained this dirty sickness of Society

I’ll be happy when I am skin and bones 

Society is a crushing truth that we have all created for ourselves. This is my outcry for the times I looked at myself in the mirror and was unhappy with what I saw. The times were I wish I could live in a complete other body, because my own was just not good enough. We should all be proud of the beautiful human beings that we are. This world is twisted and sadly we have created that mentality for ourselves. We need to break from this fever and live the lives we were meant to lead. Be happy. Be you. Never be ashamed of who you are. 

Thank you for reading. Let me know your thoughts in the comments. 

-Till next time!

Christmas Lights Strung in the Sky

A burst of energy exploding, imploding in the sky,

The fire glitters 

The air electrified 

By a gorgeous explosion way up high

It feels so humbling 

Standing amongst the crowd 

We are all dazzled 

By the same bright cloud 

It’s Christmas time 

And we are all here 

Listening to this music 

Watching the cloud burst and disappear 

What an amazing sight to see 

Surrounded by strangers and family 

All hoping that this memory 

Will be one to brighten future days 

“There’s a lollipop in the sky” 

A young child cries 

And that’s when I know 

That the magic in this light 

Comes from the inside 

That we stand here to be amazed 

On this winter holiday 

To feel closer to true imagined spirit

That is real because we think it to be 

And to forget for once in our lives 

That reality is the burden weighing heavily on our lives 

So we listen to these songs 

Watching the lights dance along 

To fill our hearts with joy 

To carry along for future days
Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed! 

Till next time!

Dream a Little Dream of Me

Smoke and mirrors 

Designed to stray the eye 

That’s not who you are 

Your the honest kind of guy 

Your strong your true 

I wish I’d realized before 

Because now your with her 

I made my mistake 

I’m knocking on a locked door 

But all I ask 

Is the smallest of requests 

Would you kindly please 

Dream a little dream of me 

Dream of a time where I was good 

Where I didn’t knock you down 

When I didn’t question your intentions 

When I didn’t ask for any more 

You are the perfect guy

Your mistakes were built from good ideals 

I am sorry that I had to go away 

To see that you were true 

I couldn’t understand 

How a guy like you 

Could truly mean the things you whispered 

Could love a girl and no other 

Could be so good 

The disception was my creation 

A figment of my mind 

Now your gone and all I hope for 

Is for you to Dream 

To Dream a sweet little dream of me 
Good night, sweet dreams, the story of my own romantic and tired mind. 

-Till next time!

Words on the Mind 

I don’t quite understand 

How we got from there to here 

We used to speak all the time 

Yet now neither of us say anything at all

But that’s ok I’m here your there 

Time is the test of all 

I still have our stories 

Locked deep inside my soul

Words we shared 

Smiles and laughs 

They pass every so often in my dreams 

A great mark in my memory

A part of what makes me, me 

I wonder if our words flicker in your mind too?

Do you ever think of the two of us? 

Am I a part of who you are? 

As our time changed me so long ago

Maybe it doesn’t matter to you

Those words and time we shared 

But I hope at least you smile too 

When your reminded of secrets together 

Your words are on my mind 

Hidden in my heart 

Sometimes I wish you were still here 

Sometimes I wish we were never apart

Thanks for reading! For some reason the song ‘You were always on my mind’ popped into my head and inspired this poem. I hoped you enjoyed it! 🙂

-Till next time!

Winter Dreams 

Fluffy white icicles. 

A warm little fire. 

The glow of a Christmas tree, 

The gift of mystery underneath. 

Smiles, laughter, sweet voices singing. 

The joy of hearing sleigh bells ringing. 

These dreams I have of winters days. 

Giving food to one who needs it most. 

A hug to those you love. 

Caroling on neighbors chilly lawns. 

Lights strung on every corner. 

Eggnog shared with friends. 

Looking out to see not a single phone in sight. 

It’s  when the present is sweeter than the past you’ve left behind. 

These are the dreams I have on winter nights. 

But the truth is not always pretty. 

Souls still live on chilly streets. 

Family arguments that hurt hearts and minds. 

Strangers judge you for a tree put up thanksgiving day. 

Merry Christmas is no more, it’s simply Happy Holiday’s. 

This is the truth I face on winter days. 

When I sleep. I see sweet dreams. Joy and love for all, on winter days.