The Poet Darkling
The Poet Darkling Poems
|81.||Dear Mom...Love, Natalee||6/15/2012|
|82.||I Am Ready||6/15/2012|
|83.||Creepy Crawly-Through The Eyes Of A Serial Killer||6/16/2012|
|85.||The France I Remember||6/22/2012|
|86.||Personification Of Heartache||6/16/2012|
|88.||Just Call Me Darkling||6/24/2012|
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Just Call Me Darkling
I hide, cowering in utter silence and darkness, save the sound of my heart breaking and the red glow from the tip of my home-rolled cigarette, thinking that my demons can't possibly find me if I'm still, but I am wrong. They seek me out with instincts as sharp and brutal as that of a famished wolf, always lurking nearby, waiting for me to make one wrong move, and then they pounce…and I soon discover that while trying to remain unseen by my demons, I am simultaneously disguising myself against my muse. Fleeting thoughts tease my creativity, but my pen isn't quick enough to oblige her. ...Read the full of Just Call Me Darkling
Rant And Rave
You rant and rave, rock and roll,
You'd sell your soul for the price of a kiss.
Picked up the pipe, put it down,
Would shoot yourself but you're afraid you'd miss.
It's not fair; you brought me there,
Still yet you begrudged me a chance to play.
You place the blame, cheat the game,
Change the rules in the middle of the day.