Wednesday, December 30, 2015

Tell me why is a raven like a writing desk?


As I lay down to sleep, i have one question for you?
So, why is a raven like a writing desk?
Pleasant dreams


Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Past Broken Hearts were the inspiration for writing back then


How did this blog get started? it was mostly a place to share deep feelings and my love of romantic scenes in films as well as tv shows. A place to write poetry about how love is now gone. I often used to think about love and her. She was the inspiration for the dark poetry.

But now it seems I have forgotten her and the poetry. Now now one inspires me to write dark or love poetry. For love is dead my friend. And now I must sleep. Till next time.. the magical pen continues to write in the night.

Writing with a feather pen is more magical !

I often think writing poetry with a feather pen and ink well just has a bit more magic than using a keyboard. It's strange I say this, because I am writing on a keyboard now. But often I think the art of writing is more held in the power of the feather pen!

Friday, December 18, 2015

Looking to our past for answers


I often wonder why am I still single? I look to the past for answers. But perhaps there really are not answers there. Maybe this was all a dream. Maybe I am going to find true love, and live out my ultimate dream.

Well now it is time to sleep. Time to fly in a world of dreams!

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Long ago I thought love was real


I remember I used to think love was so real and so beautiful. But was it just a dream? I often wonder what it really was. Now now my future is bright as I live my dreams alone.. even though the world is a bit cold. She left me alone, but I am strong on my own. I was not here to give her money. Let my money grow without limits all my dreams come true now!

Love was real but that was so long ago.