night disrobes before me, layer by layer. shade by shade. through drawn curtains she draws me deeper into an abyss until darkness swallows me whole once again. through death's doorway i ... CONTINUED
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Lost Little Angel
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to the point
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my manifesto
I prefer poems that are short and sharp, which flame and spark. Poems that dare to paint VIVID pictures or scenes for your mind’s eye. Unforgettable poems that have something to say, some reason for being. Poems which beat with a passionate, pure heart. Poems that reach for something beyond the mere sounds of words on a printed page (or computer screen). Welcome to my dream…