Quotable Poe Week Two-Kindra M. Austin

Quotable Poe Week Two “I was never really insane, expect on occasions where my heart was touched.” –A letter to Maria Clemm   Spasms wrack me— I’m so sick, infected— and this pen that I can hardly hold pours this ink.   For words no longer live within me, and my love knows me no…

Quotable Poe Week Two-Bob Wertzler

TOUCH MY HEART – BRING MADNESS “I was never really insane, except on occasions where my heart was touched.” – a letter to Maria Clemm   Shall I expose to you my heart That you may touch it Take it in your hand Gently hold it Without judgment I think I shall Come, touch it…

Quotable Poe Week One-Shauna Woodbury

It’s damned and it’s free. It’s torture and it’s passion. It’s you. All things to be. It’s hypocrisy and the attitude of similar fashion. It’s the cliches and the daily platitude defying the laws of attraction. It’s you. The midnights and the rainy sunrises and the white nights and the see you at the grocery…

Quotable Poe Week One-Bob Wertzler

PEERING INTO THAT DARKNESS   “Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;” – The Raven   There is a place in the human mind A dark place A secret place A guarded place One that walls itself Inaccessible to the conscious…

Quotable Poe Week One – M. Brazfield

sweet anguish because you were my echo for all eternity you’ve held me mid air gagged and bound i clung and you squeezed an inky black forbidden sickness blessed only by masters apostates all i cut my skin for you i lied and forked my tongue for you i crawled in shame only for you…

Quotable Poe Week One – Mandy Kocsis-Troxell

Nevermore shall I love again And nevermore will love break me I’ll rise stronger than the strongest of Ravens With a darkness that might actually save me. Never will I stand there, bleeding A tell tale heart dying from their deceiving With gaping wounds too deep to be seen For nevermore will I love. I’ve…

Quotable Poe Week One – Steve Naisbitt

I drink purple-black poison But we loved with a love that was more than love Didn’t we? Promises whispered, fashioned from glass Then lived by me, while escaping my grasp Subconsciously tapestries, woven from sand Where only damage lingers Hand in hand With the abandoned child, in you. That same girl Reflected in pieces of…