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Take something for your heartburn.

Wow, I love this!

Whew... so archetypal, so tormented, so devilish, you have a way of painting your poetry with the darkest colors imaginable. Brilliantly penned!

I loved this one so much.
Sucha vivid and creepy imagery?m

lol... To use the sonnet form to express the classic as seen through the eyes of the stalker, clever. The way you capture dark poetry has soul. Many great lines within this crafty creepy and lightheartedly quirky gem!

I actually heard some weird stuff last night xD Scared me awake!
I love creepy dark poetry like this. Its fun and chilling. Also shows that you down have to write Shakespearean sonnets for people to enjoy poetry haha
Keep it up, I love your poems!!

05-18-19-12:30 PMMr. Ghost Stories Wrote: Whew... so archetypal, so tormented, so devilish, you have a way of painting your poetry with the darkest colors imaginable. Brilliantly penned!

This is me writing in one of my good moods xD

05-15-19-07:31 PMMr. Ghost Stories Wrote: lol... To use the sonnet form to express the classic as seen through the eyes of the stalker, clever. The way you capture dark poetry has soul. Many great lines within this crafty creepy and lightheartedly quirky gem!

This was a sonnet I had written during my time in college. I had a poetry class and they wanted love sonnets...so I gave them one ;) No one said it had to be a mutual love haha

Thank you for reading and your kind comments! <3

05-12-19-09:48 AMMr. Ghost Stories Wrote: just wow, this is the definition of trepidation. Written with your intensely dark and magical pen, this stunning poem sends a chill straight through the soul!

I actually was baptized as a kid. This was based partially on memory, the white frocks, the tin tub, and how cold and alien it felt despite how people smiled and sung...little did I know how drastic my views would change about religion. Almost as if something would steer me back to the LEFT path.

05-13-19-09:18 PMMr. Ghost Stories Wrote: The poetic form you use is so natural, and so refined, it really makes what you express pop with such emotion, this poem is pure tragedy, describing the witch burned at the stake, a truly channeled poem. Tantalizing!

Thank you! It, in part, also refers to the stigma my family carried about me dressing in black and liking the darker nature of things. They called me witch. This poem expressed my acceptance and willingness to not change. I'd burn before I'd give in.

Keep a dark heart, my friend ;)