A bleak Sunday Morning Beckons me to wake
Wake up from the comfort of my eternal nightmare bliss
Just to see I am alive again

Oh what Joy

I guess I will get out of my bed to write on my computer

Maybe I can go back to Dreamland

Later on perhaps
When I am actually tired

Spiraling downward is wonderful

Twirling in a delight
Falling towards a bottomless pit

Probably

Not that I can take this serious
As me thinking dark and mysterious doesn't work today

Instead I will write something happy soon

That will be a nice change :)

Another Time I am held down by my delusions
Of true happiness

I would like to soar as a butterfly free as can be
To be a flower with your light upon me
Maybe to just be at peace with you near

Tho
That is all a lie
A lie which never comes true
A lie so painful and so cruel

Happiness didn't happen
Yet Again

Poem by Thomas Armstrong

Held captive with the shackles of my tears
Hardening over the years from the emptiness in the world
Scared from the helplessness that I am alone
However, 
I keep my heart beating 
My body from flaking
My bones from breaking
Hope is the heart to melt my ice prison
Love is to change my mind like a television
The ice will hold
Until a flame can melt me away
So I'll wait

Wrote by: Thomas Armstrong

Words pass between us as our hearts become intertwined in them.
Growing our friendship with every thought of each other.
And yet we haven't had long together we stand firm like mountains so tall
Back to back never even taking notice of the world spinning around us
We have become our own gravitational pull toward each other
And with our hands joined together between the stars
We don't need anything but each other
So never worry, I will never let go
I will never let you fall
Because in my eyes we are not just best friends
We are so much more 

​Wrote by: Thomas Armstrong

Hello all
Today's look on past poets we will be showing a poem from T.S. Eliot.
Leave your comments below on how you feel about them.

Song by T.S. Eliot
1888-1965

If space and time, as sages say,
    Are things which cannot be,
The fly that lives a single day
    Has lived as long as we.
But let us live while yet we may,
    While love and life are free,
For time is time, and runs away,
    Though sages disagree.
The flowers I sent thee when the dew
    Was trembling on the vine,
Were withered ere the wild bee flew
    To suck the eglantine.
But let us haste to pluck anew
    Nor mourn to see them pine,
And though the flowers of love be few
    Yet let them be divine.

Here we go again into the rabbit hole of past poets.
Poets that poured their blood into the words we can see today.
What wonderful beings they were.

On today's look we are looking at Mr. Poe yet again.
I have mentioned in the past Poe is my favorite poet(ha) by far. 

This particular poem was suggested by Sebastian.
Thank you very much and I hope you enjoy it.

The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe

Link here

I woke to another morning
My second morning in this place
This place on the interwebs

Nothing has changed
Few have spoken
Another life I see to spare a token
Of their heart

Good afternoon everyone(To me at least lol)
​May Peace be with you

Here we have my favorite poet of all time.
I don't know too much about him or such but I do know I love his work.

My reintroduction to poetry was in High school and the one whom inspired me was the teacher(was actually this poet but I'm going with what I said to make them seem super)
Sorry for the Wait
Here is a piece by him

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 winged 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 kinsman 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 the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.