Become an Official Member of the Undead Poets Society

Hello All and (Poetic)Sundry (and everyone else of that Ilk),

Welcome to the official site of The Undead Poets Society. All who engage in waxing poetique are invited to contribute and become full-fledged (undead)members.

If you have no clue as to what exactly is an Undead Poet, click here to find out.

This site is for all things poetic: rhyme, verse, prose poems, etc. Whether you danse macabre, have fangs, are zombie-like, or are just a living poet – and therefore, undead – (like us) you are welcome.

We have a special Official Member “your in the society badge” suitable for use on your blog, site, etc.:
Official Member UDPS Badge

To become an Official Member of the Undead Poets Society, with all appurtenant rights and privileges (basically, bragging rights and access to some pretty undead talented poets), one must needs do the following:

  • Follow this site and add it to your blog roll
  • Follow @UndeadPoets on Twitter
  • Reply in the comments on this page/Send me a poem of your creation to post on the site (size does not matter)
  • Comment and post a link to this site on your site, blog, Twitter, etc.
  • That’s basically it. This site is a Poetry Haven for those who wish to imbibe from the fair muse’s cup.

    Rhyme on!

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    About Tim Keeton

    Flashfiction published by Seedpod Pub. Poetry appears in Read Write Poem 2010 Anthology. Founder & creator of the Undead Poets Society
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    70 Responses to Become an Official Member of the Undead Poets Society

    1. signed .............bkm says:

      Where can I get the text for the badge, please……bkm

      • Tim Keeton says:

        If you copy and paste it into your Media library on your WordPress dashboard, you should be able to add it to your site via an Image widget.

        Otherwise, it is located here on my site:

        Please let me know if either works for you.

        Velcome!

        • I am not sure if this is how you post your poem.

          Ancient Seeker Of Blood

          he woke at sun set
          hunger filled his being
          yet his still heart dreaded what was to come

          hunting for fresh kill always sickened him
          and yet he knew it must be so
          darkness covered his soul his need

          while he stacked he thought of the centuries
          he had passed in loneliness and dispare
          ever drench in blood and memories

          To drink the blood of an innocent was repugnant
          to his senses
          but such must be or sicken and die

          so many years had passed
          yet he remembered her sweet alabaster face
          his dead heart still hungered for her

          the very memory of her scent filled his longing
          left behind centuries ago out of pity
          now he walked this darkness alone
          until he would grow tired of life

      • curtdiggity says:

        so tim i have a question how do i put the undeadsociety on my dashboard…its kind of confusing then after that do i post my poem again???

        • Tim Keeton says:

          Curt,

          You can add UDPS to your wordpress dashboard (The “My Dashboards” drop-down – second tab in the upper left corner of your screen. That’s where you should see/click “undeadpoets”).

          You can then post poems, etc. to the site directly, as posts, authored by you, and not as comments, or something posted by me for you. Give it a shot, and if it is still being contrary, let me know.

          Tim

        • curtdiggity says:

          okay tim your going to hate me…when i go to my dashboard i think i accidently made a blog page show it shows like my blog page i don’t see anything that says undead poets it just shows blog stats and surfer it has a quick press were i can post stuff but i think that will go on my page…..sorry 😦

        • Tim Keeton says:

          No worries, Curt.
          At the top of your page, you should see My Account, My Dashboards, New Post, Blog Info.
          These are all drop down boxes.
          If you click on My Dashboards, you should see curtdiggity, and under it, undeadpoets.
          Click on undeadpoets, and it will open up your dashboard for undeadpoets where you can enter posts to the site.
          Give it a try.

    2. janflora says:

      absolutely must belong to this society! Followed, rolled, tweeted…
      this is my Flash Fib for entry, based on definition of the word “Livid” I recently read on vocabulary.com

      LIVID

      Wrath
      so
      acute
      it leaves marks
      on your living flesh,
      imparts death’s luminosity.

      Need to work on a cleave though. Loving this site…thanks 🙂

    3. Tim Keeton says:

      Very nice.

      imparts death’s luminosity

      Wow.

      Velcome to the UDPS! You are welcome to use the Member Badge above on your site, etc. (if you need the code, I can email it to you). I have given you Contributor rights, so please submit poems whenever you like.

      Rhyme on!

    4. Just came across this site and I simply cannot live without joining! Below is a poem as requested and I have done all the other requirements. Let me know if there is anything else! Thanks!

      Deep Endless Red Sea:

      Look at her, how sad she is
      She used to be free
      But life couldn’t give her what she needs
      Now she’s gone, wants to find her way
      Come back to reality, but not today
      She forgot how to pray
      So, lost this pour soul will stay
      Ripping her way through tangled hearts
      And decaying lives
      Sticking to this web of eyes – she’s spun
      She’s the only one who believes
      Yesterday’s lies as tomorrow’s truth
      She can’t even fly now
      Her feet tied by a rope, threaded by guilt
      And a loss of a hope that can’t be rebuilt
      She can’t remember where she left her wings
      Knew she shouldn’t have taken them off
      Forgot how to turn on those rings of light
      That once shown upon this now misplaced life
      Misguided thoughts
      Turns out what was wrong was right all along
      She’s so far gone
      Swimming with her collection of broken hearts
      And lost memories
      Drowning with these smiles
      Turned around in a deep endless red sea
      Out where she can’t be seen
      Where she will never be found

      • Tim Keeton says:

        Profound. I particularly like:

        She can’t even fly now / Her feet tied by a rope, threaded by guilt
        and
        She can’t remember where she left her wings / Knew she shouldn’t have taken them off
        and
        Swimming with her collection of broken hearts / And lost memories / Drowning with these smiles

        Velcome to the Undead Poets Society! You are allowed to use the Member badge (above) on your site, etc., and now have Contributor rights on this site.

        Thanks for sharing!

        Rhyme on!

    5. Sandra says:

      Very good! And welcome to the land of the (un)dead, Tara.

      Here’s my favorite line:
      She’s the only one who believes
      Yesterday’s lies as tomorrow’s truth

    6. Thank you both for your comments! I’m excited to be a part of this. Just so I’m clear, I should post poems on this blog as a contributor? Are there any particular days or regulations, etc. I should keep in mind?

      • Tim Keeton says:

        You may post your work whenever you like, 24-7, the more the merrier. I occasionally create “challenges” but there is no obligation to accept the challenge, (just a lot of fun if you do!)

        Rhyme on!

    7. shakira says:

      I am not a poet…I just started to try to write…
      CONGRATULATIONS…it is great to have a society of similar interest..
      well done…

      Painters, Poets, Art!
      Sleepless nights, Missing muses,
      Unseen lost talents….
      GIFTED TALENTS LOST!
      Unseen lost talents….
      Missing muses, Sleepless nights
      Painters, Poets, Art!

      this is what I have written for a Naisaiku (Haiku ) Challenge…
      hope you enjoy…

      hugs
      shakira

      • Tim Keeton says:

        Oh, but Shakira, I humbly beg to differ, for you see your Naisaiku is indeed poetry. I love how you created a mirror or palindrome effect, rotating everything around: GIFTED TALENTS LOST!

        I also like the line: Missing muses, Sleepless nights

        Very pretty.

        I believe you could be an (undead)poet. 😉

        Rhyme on!

        • shakira says:

          Seriously? May I? what do I have to do to qualify? It will be so humbling for me… to come to my blog if you like…http://justmeshakirack.blogspot.com or http://justmeshakira.wordpress.com

          you just make me smile…thank you, kind sir!

          hugs
          shakira

        • Tim Keeton says:

          Shakira,

          You have already taken the first steps. You only need to do the following, and then you will be allowed to use the Member Badge on your website, etc.

          # Follow this site and add it to your blog roll
          # Follow @UndeadPoets on Twitter
          # Comment and post a link to this site on your site, blog, Twitter, etc.

          Velcome! and Rhyme on!

        • Tim Keeton says:

          Shakira,

          Velcome to the Undead Poets Society! You are allowed to use the Member badge (above) on your site, etc., and now have Contributor rights on this site. I have added you to our blogroll as well.

          I hope you get well soon.

          Rhyme on!

    8. What if I don’t have a Twitter????

      • Tim Keeton says:

        All is not lost, fair one…

        We (undead)poets communicate quite a bit via Twitter, but if you do not have/use Twitter, if you can at least do the other steps (Follow this site and add it to your blog roll; Comment and post a link to this site on your site, blog, etc.), you can still jooooiiiinnnn usssssss!

        Rhyme on!

        • Oh good! Ok, I am joining then, if that’s alright! 🙂 Here is the poem you asked for! It is the most recent one I wrote for my blog:

          THE WISH

          I wish upon a marigold

          for adventures to unfold

          and strength enough to make me bold

          as I go traipsing round the world

          and obstacles my way are hurled

          by wind that past my head has swirled

          as if it must fight against the dawn

          and create a night through a yawn

          until I fight the darkness gone

          I wish upon a blade of grass

          for a dream that’s made of glass

          and tells the darkness it will pass

          and I awake with stary eyes

          as I have shed my self of sighs

          beneath the deep expansive skies

          and I will stretch my arms and laugh

          at clouds above shaped like giraffe

          until I spy and wander down a path

          I wish upon an apple tree

          with star-shaped golden seeds

          and bright green leaves

          for weather that is light and fair

          and a lover that will meet me there

          beneath the dappled light we’ll make a pair

          and we’ll hold hands the whole day long

          and feel as if nothing can go wrong

          until the birds do end their song

          And I am going to go add you to my blog roll right now!

        • Tim Keeton says:

          I like this poem, Lauren Michelle. Thanks for sharing it.

          Velcome to the Undead Poets Society! You are allowed to use the Member badge (above) on your site, etc., and now have Contributor rights on this site. I have also added you to our blogroll.

          Rhyme on!

    9. Thank you! So glad to join 🙂

    10. PC says:

      * Done
      * Done
      * This is for the wounded birds
      whose lives escalate the broken airways
      over the waves of despair.

      soar

      this one is for the growing trees
      whose leaves breathe deep my exhaust
      and reach toward the sky to spite

      soar

      this is for the bedraggled friends
      whose life is a constant coffee spill
      staining your shirt in a way…

      that?
      works?

      soar

      this one is for the hopeless plastic sack
      whose weightlessness floats aimlessly
      in simplistic beauty none can match

      soar

      * Done

      Can I be a member now? I’m very excited about this little community.

      • PC says:

        that poem is called “Soar” by the way. 🙂

      • Tim Keeton says:

        Absolutely! Nice poem.
        Velcome to the Undead Poets Society! You are allowed to use the Member badge (above) on your site, etc., and now have Contributor rights on this site. I have also added you to our blogroll.

        Rhyme on!

    11. Fatesjoke03 says:

      Here is the piece I would like to offer:

      Red Haze–

      I watch the tip of her cigarette burn.

      In the darkness, the light shows her face.

      Cast in a red haze, she looks adrift.

      Her eyes are lost in shadow.

      The burning ember fades as her lips withdraw.

      In the fleeing light I watch her exhale.

      Lips spread and a slight smile forming.

      The smoke flows toward me and I laugh.

      I laugh at the perfect beauty of the moment.

      My hand reaches up to touch her face.

      Fingers wanting to caress her cheek.

      Before I can rest a finger on her, I know.

      Know, that it is not her with me.

      The cigarette falls to the floor and burns.

      My fingers touch the cold glass.

      The face in the mirror is mine.

      I can almost see her walking away.

      The smoke following her

      down the hall.

      • Tim Keeton says:

        Nice imagery. I could visualize the whole scene.

        Velcome to the Undead Poets Society! You are allowed to use the Member badge (above) on your site, etc., and now have Contributor rights on this site. I have also added you to our blogroll.

        Rhyme on!

    12. wondrinsoul says:

      I’ve been looking for a place to converse with my fellow undead…

      I have added you to my blogroll, and subscribed to follow you, I don’t have a Twitter account but hopefully this can be overlooked after I submit my poem (this poem is from my own blog):

      Blank Slate

      The empty pages of a life fall from the sky,
      Melting into the ground of my mind.
      Lost in a whirlwind of paper and ice, I try to look ahead.
      There is a rumble in the ground, a foreshadowing of the train screeching
      To a halt before me.
      Do I board the train?
      Where is its destination?

      The passengers lean forward, looking through grubby windows, wondering
      What I will do.
      One woman tilts her head to the side and raises her eyebrows, her mouth opens as if
      To say something, then closes abruptly as she fades back into her seat.
      The whistle blows, the time drags on.
      Still, I sit motionless, gaping at the open door, willing myself to step through.

      A child comes to the door, dressed in short pants and gripping a stuffed rabbit by the tip of the ear,
      She looks at me.
      Staring back at her, I see my decision mirrored in her eyes.
      I will not board the train.
      It is not yet time.
      The train lets out a sigh as the doors close.
      I turn, head back to my seat and watch the water soak into the papers on the ground,
      Obscuring their words.

      • Tim Keeton says:

        One woman tilts her head to the side and raises her eyebrows, her mouth opens as if
        To say something, then closes abruptly as she fades back into her seat

        Nice imagery. For some reason it seemed like I would visualize the scene in grainy black and white.

        Velcome to the Undead Poets Society! You are allowed to use the Member badge (above) on your site, etc., and now have Contributor rights on this site. I have also added you to our blogroll.

        Rhyme on!

    13. deadpoet88 says:

      Hello….

      Can a “deadpoet” join the “Undead Poet’s Society”? I would love to join!
      My blog: http://deadpoet88.wordpress.com/

      As for the poem, I’ve got this up on my blog too, but I’ll post it here:

      Fear
      Bow down to your fears in awe,
      Quickly take out an iron dagger,
      And stab each one to death.

      For fear is merciless when touched
      By the breath of a coward,
      Cruel and demented, when eyes shy away.

      Fear cuts at the slightest sign of weakness,
      Like no scar a knife can leave,
      The will breaks, scattering like shards of glass.

      Fear seeps silently through the darkness of the mind,
      Ubiquitous is its hunger,
      As even the faintest trace of light is extinguished.

      Fear is carried by the wings of the wind,
      Like a parasite, growing larger,
      As it drains the life from the body of its host.

      Thus, give in to fear, but let fear not know
      The face of a craven,
      Lest a wish to be scourged for eternity lies on your lips.

      For fear cuts deeper than sticks and stones.

      ~deadpoet

    14. hoiden says:

      hi…i wud love to join…
      heres a poem from me:
      Rage:

      Like an angel of darkness you stand
      Ethereal and beautiful in your fury
      The swirling air whips your hair
      Chaos and hate in your power
      The moon hides in fear
      With your power unleashed
      This earth may see
      The darkest day and darkest night
      Such a destruction
      That may never be reversed

      plz let me know if i qualify

    15. curtdiggity says:

      Hello Tim, well i deleted my blog and I took a screen shot of my screen so you could see when i go onto my dash board i don’t not see undeadpoets…i don’t know if you added me to the blog roll or not i hope im not being to difficult…if you don’t mind me emailing you the screen shot…i think ima call penchrips over here so he can show me also…thanks again

      • Tim Keeton says:

        You are not being difficult at all. Sorry you are having problems. Please feel free to email me the screen shot and I will see if I can determine the problem.

        Tim

    16. nyyankeeman2 says:

      Hi Tim, and all,

      I’ve enjoyed reading the poetry here, there is a tremendous amount of talent here. I don’t have twitter but I can follow the other guidelines.

      Slowly lingering,
      silky dew drips
      before evaporating
      into the fresh
      morning air.
      The succulent nectar
      of the sun’s first breath
      invigorates
      the remaining tears
      of night’s grayish
      mystique.
      Somber quiet death
      pierced
      dawn’s awakening melodies.

      • Tim Keeton says:

        The succulent nectar
        of the sun’s first breath
        invigorates
        the remaining tears
        of night’s grayish
        mystique

        Beautiful. Velcome! You are now entitled to use the Official Member Badge on your site, etc., and I have added your site to our blogroll and given you Contributor rights to UDPS.

        Rhyme on!
        (Thus spake the Undead.)

    17. 700miles says:

      Mr. Undead, I have completed the requisite items…. 🙂
      1. http://twitter.com/700miles (following you) – you have been tweeted….appears on my sidebar too.
      2. added to blogroll/links/etc
      3. here is a poem of mine for your consideration: http://700miles.wordpress.com/2010/08/30/moonlight-hugs/
      4. will add u.d.p.s. badge when i am deemed worthy

      good day! -700

      • Tim Keeton says:

        even moonlight fails
        on nights where darkness consumes

        Nice.

        Velcome! You are indeed deemed “worthy.” You’re in. I have added you to our blogroll, given you Contributor rights, and you may now use the Member badge on your site, etc.

        Mr. Undead” I like that.

        Rhyme on!
        (Thus spake Mr. Undead)

    18. woih says:

      Alright..here’s my poem. Following and linking..I really want the cool badge

      Without light and darkness

      Nothing moves nor settles true under your gavels view

      the actions limited by the perception of the onlookers judgement

      I could be completely free without your constant gaze upon me

      But neither you nor I would know of this grace

      If there were to be a lack of spying

      http://woih.wordpress.com/

      dig the site..thanks

      • Tim Keeton says:

        Velcome! I have linked to your site and given you Contributor rights to UDPS. You are now entitled to proudly display the coveted “Member” UDPS badge.

        Rhyme on!
        (Thus spake the Undead)

    19. CrbianFool says:

      Aloha Undead Poets Society! I bumped into your site via another poetry site which I have forgotten in the excitement of joining in on the poetic fun here. I can’t get enough of conversing with other poets, to find another platform to do so from is fantastic. That said, just one question; is putting the badge on my page negotiable? I don’t use images aside from one top banner as I prefer the poetry to stand or fall on it’s own (also I don’t own a camera or any photos/images…) Other than that, I already linked to your site and wanted to leave my information in hopes of inclusion.

      i – Must confess I do not use twitter. There is a facebook page for the site but I’m guessing the two are not inter-related. (Address for profile is http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=100001601562930&v=wall if it helps, if not, no worries.

      ii. I added a link to UDPS to my site as well as subscribed to your wordpress site; my main page is “The Fool’s Back Pocket” @ http://caribbeanfool.wordpress.com/

      iii. Is a link OK for a submission? http://caribbeanfool.wordpress.com/2010/03/15/now-ya-done-it/

      iv. Bitchin’ website. Would love to join in on the fun. Will be poking around and commenting until then. Thanks much,

      crb.

    20. Nikki Jahn says:

      Hi,

      I’ve added you on Twitter (http://twitter.com/paradoxicali), listed you in my “Poetic Prose” Twitlist, and blogrolled you on my website (the one an only link on there lol!). Is this sufficient for entry?

      Oh and poem below, hopefully good enough to grant access…

      Rain Rhythms
      Rain lashes my window over and over, splish-splash-splosh-splish-splash-splosh, again and again. It builds to crescendo, a forte of rhythm, melodic in tone and soothing to hear. Lying in bed I let it envelop: my head, my dreams, my heart, my soul. Pulsing around them, it drums with precision, stirring the beat at the depths of my soul. Tribal – I feel it – longing and yearing, nature’s attempt to make me her own. Instinctive and natural it transports me out – I’m lying outside with the rain on my skin. Warm drops of light cool on my face. I taste it, it falls hard, soaking my clothes but I feel more at peace than ever before. What magic it has, the rain from the skies, casting its tempo like a spell on my soul.

      Am I in? =) x

      • Tim Keeton says:

        You’re “in like Flynn…”
        Velcome! I have added you to our blogroll and given you Contributor rights to UDPS. You are now free to use the Official Member Badge on your site, etc.

        Rhyme on!
        (Thus spake the Undead)

    21. belladonna23 says:

      you have no idea how much i would love to join this site, but i can’t find your twitter account 😦 pleeeeeease send me a link.
      if you wanna check out my blog to see what i got, be my guest 😀 here’s a sample:
      http://belladonna23.wordpress.com/2010/12/01/sonnet-iii/
      yours truely,
      andrea

    22. I bounced in last night from via The Emotional Orphan and was very pleased to see a new community of poets here. =D

      Rolled, followed, commented and linked, a bit of work, one might think. Now I’m back to join this time, so please read on, follow my rhyme… (corny, I know… lol)

      Winter Wind

      As winter wind it creaks and moans
      Whipping o’er the world so cold
      As brittle as some ancient bones
      This age old story’s been foretold

      Whipping o’er the world so cold
      Spellbound spirits lost in time
      As brittle as some ancient bones
      Fermented long as vintage wine

      Spellbound spirits lost in time
      Haunting us, lost in the night
      Fermented long as vintage wine
      We must bring them into the light

      Haunting us, lost in the night
      As brittle as some ancient bones
      We must bring them into the light
      As winter wind it creaks and moans

      • Tim Keeton says:

        Michele, Any friend of Jack’s is a friend of mine…I have added you to our roll, given you contributor rights, and you may now use the coveted UDPS member badge. Velcome!

        Rhyme on!
        (Thus spake the Undead)

    23. poesravenlady says:

      OK…
      1st things 1st … size does matter 😉
      2nd … a shorty poem from my blog –> http://poesravenlady.wordpress.com/

      ONLY ONCE

      I’ll ask – only once.
      Will you follow me down into this darkness?
      Creep behind me – quiet – like a shadow.
      Do my bidding.
      Utter my name in ecstasy – deep.
      Give me.
      Make me undone.
      End me.
      Your reward … my sweet oris
      until completion.

      –poesravenlady

      • Tim Keeton says:

        Goodness, my (raven)lady…Have I neglected to add you to the rolls of the UDPS? If so, a hundred thousand apologies. I have added you now.

        Rhyme on!
        (Thus spake the Undead)

    24. Neeraja says:

      Okie!! Here is a short poem that I’ve written. And I have started following you on twitter. Am not sure as to how to follow the blog as such, though I have subscribed to it via email. I am also linking your blog to the sidebar of my blog. Do get back to my blog and read the other poems if you like this one!!! Thanks!!!
      http://poetofthemind.blogspot.com

      With an icy cold body
      and an even icier heart,
      she gave into his fantasy.

      He doesn’t see the look on her face
      or notice that she is cold.
      His sweat and his heavy breathes
      distract him even more.

      He smiles.
      She snorts.
      They part ways.

      Thinking how cold it is,
      the climate outside.

    25. Hi! I’m very new and from what I would see,I would very much love to become an undead poet.Here’s a poem that I have composed a while back.Hope you like it.

      An ordinary day

      Just
      an ordinary day,life
      lay wasted,in a dump
      of uncertainities
      and hope,dying
      but pulsing,wheezing
      in the sparks,the perks
      moulded over,the wings
      torn apart,clipped
      and bleeding green
      fungus covered face
      of an angel turned
      heavenwards,monotony
      slowly smothering the weak
      trickle of breath as it
      shakes
      for a moment and
      dies….

    26. Jo Bryant says:

      What a great site – so many amazing poems – I will never get any more of my own written.
      I should be honoured to be a part of this site.
      I have added the site to my blogroll – followed on twitter – and here is one of my poems.

      ******

      Saturday Afternoon

      He was born with eyes searching,

      wrinkled and bruised, on a Saturday afternoon.

      As the clock chimes, his curled fingers reach out and

      they take him from what he knows.

      Wrinkled and bruised, on a Saturday afternoon

      he watches an endless white marshmallow sky;

      they take him from what he knows,

      a firm hand leading him on.

      He watches an endless white marshmallow sky

      through safety glass, his breath blurring the world.

      A firm hand leading him on

      he shuffles past a collection of lost shells.

      Through safety glass, his breath blurring the world,

      longing crushes his chest.

      He shuffles past a collection of lost shells,

      trying to overlook images that haunt him.

      Longing crushes his chest.

      His feet drag. In the gloom he gets lost,

      trying to overlook images that haunt him

      etched in the past.

      His feet drag. In the gloom he gets lost

      by the bed. A picture – someone he knows

      etched in the past;

      loss whispers across the decades.

      By the bed a picture, someone he knows.

      As the clock chimes, his curled fingers reach out and

      loss whispers across the decades.

      He was born with eyes searching.

      Please let me know what else I need to do.

      Jo

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    28. newbie here….. what a blissful disaster i found this site :D,,,, I think i had follow the instruction. most of my poem are macabre, awe, and horror.
      THAUMATURGIC
      When the breath lost..
      Soul flies
      Smile faded after those tears
      But my spirit won’t die away
      It reside on that fancy black gown
      Where a gracious smile draw remorse
      The skin as white as magnolia
      With cheeks are like some roses pair
      When the eyes deeply stare
      Sink the hurt lullaby
      “Where is my Prince?
      I wanna play with!
      I’ve been waiting
      With that guillotine
      And lifeless wine”
      Don’t be afraid
      Promise that as sweet as honey.
      Hurry come my Prince!
      I’ve tried to waiting
      Be with you, beside you,
      With that guillotine
      And lifeless wine”

      here is the link of my other collection:
      http://mpucukilalang.wordpress.com/2011/06/02/hide-and-seek/
      http://mpucukilalang.wordpress.com/2011/06/02/dear-lucifer/
      http://mpucukilalang.wordpress.com/2011/06/02/lively-as-a-dead/
      hope you enjoy the reading. 🙂

    29. Brandie says:

      I sit and stare
      expecting something great
      to “poof” out of the air.

      Seconds feel like hours
      minutes never end
      I just continue to sit here and cower.

      Millions of thoughts race through my mind
      can’t make sense of one before the next starts
      Does the brain ever unwind?

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