The Madness Of Edgar Allan Poe

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Shall I drown my emotional intelligence

With empty words?

For I am the madness of Edgar Allan Poe...the poet speaks

For such shame is the glory of resistance

I hold the mirror

That speaks to the skies,

I own the gift of mercy

That melts the slivered flowers away;

Oh let us love from afar, my love

What does poetry speak to you?

Am I a judgmental empath

That seeks for revenge?

Does my emptiness carry sorrow?

Does it rain when I speak?

Let the sadness obscure you, my darling Poe

True lovers dance beneath the sun

And one on one we gravitate towards earth

And the final spin has begun,

Oh dreams...oh dreams

As much as it seems

The base of loveliness conspires

For I am Edgar Allan Poe, and you are who?

I am trapped in a brilliant man's body, alas

For I am not a man, I am a wanton woman

Predestined to speak at large

Oh will the masses kill me

For being so abrupt?

Oh silence don't interrupt!

For I am Edgar Allan Poe with pruning shears

And my heart races before my tears

Alas! Alas!

This golden heart...I now digress

Fill me up with your prickly needles

And tatter me in gold,

Razor sharp are the words you speak

And cleverly I am drawn to your vices

Hold on to me now

And whisper desperately in my ear

The pearly notes of your despair

And sing to me in gratitude

Your love for your sweet poetry

Swimming in the poisons of your eyes--

I desperately disguise!

Eternal roses blooming to the fog

Has Easter come early?

Despite the wickedness of my treasons

I write to you a holy name

Mon cheri amor;

Dance, dance like your logic depends on it

My angry sorrow defines the light

I only want you to know

That I love you on paper,

For I don't know the real Edgar Allan Poe

And I never will...

Sleeping roses lie

In a naked garden

And deep-rooted souls

Die,

What is this masterpiece

You call a redemption?

For spreading eyes spread lies--

For the curtain has stopped

And the kisses rain

Oh Edgar, sweet Edgar

I fill your solace indeed

And one last thing that I want you to know

Is that I'm dying inside.      

  • Author: Soul Baby (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: May 15th, 2024 20:30
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 2
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