My Life

Poe

The clouds begin to darken
As the Thunder begins to roar
The rain begins to trickle gently.
Suddenly without warning it poor’s
As the rain begins to drip down you face
The salty taste as it runs against your lips
Your wet shirt as it presses against your back
The sound of your strings as you stroke each note
The crackle of your voice filled with sadness
The drops of rain begin to be soothed by the music
A ray of light glistens threw, it shines on me
The rain begins to lift as quickly as it began
The prismatic rays of the rainbow
As the drops or rain are evaporate from my face
You can no longer tell rain from tears
With my wounds it shall always rain.

When will it shine on me again?


Great Quote.

“Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
"'This some visited," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door —
Only this, and nothing more."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; — vainly I had tried to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow — sorrow for the lost Lenore —
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore —
Nameless here for evermore.”

My version of it all. If you understand it I believe Poe was an inspiration to all writers out there, especially the good ones. Always revert to people that inspired them. Poe is one of mine.

I sit here and wonder about my lost Lenore
As I Waite here on a midnight dreary, as I ponder
As of a gentle ring, ringing in my darken lore

I remember a time ago
Nothing more then to marrow
Despritly I tried to borrow from the thoughts of glee
Vainly I tried but only got sorrow
Sorrow for the lost Lenore

peace thoughts ive been thinking and writeing tonight still have way more but only allow to see. night juan