(Original photo and graphic art)
As always, I pour out to you - from my heart - the deepness of pure, tragic love; after the style of Poe and Bukowski, you can find my poetry dripping with angst, drama, and sometimes -- terror. Enjoy it with a slice of toast, in the morning, to get you stimulated...otherwise you can read my existentialism and musings in prose, to lighten the mood (see a list of my other works, below).
I like to write about the truth of the moment; oftentimes, for me, that moment is tragic. I have been through two divorces, a military enlistment, and a medical diagnosis for my son that could change or not... I have watched my friends, growing up, commit suicide and die while drinking and driving, in the winter. I have survived those things, and seen many more. It seems my life is tragic love. It seems all the ones I have loved have experienced tragedy.
Sometimes it feels like there is nothing but tragedy, in this world, especially concerning the current state of the union. I remain, however, disgustingly optimistic in my extreme hopes of change...which may never occur. Yet I hope for them, desperately, nonetheless...and I hope you do, too.
Your Darkness
[Original Poem by Robyn Eggs]
1
Dripping off you fingers
And falling away from you
I want to streak your face,
But I do not have a clue...
2
You eyes like an abyss
Where I am drowning
Bestow me this one kiss,
To save me from frowning...
3
Your face like a snowstorm
In which I am crying
Save me from this forlorn,
Where I am dying...
4
So I slip away from you
You did not save me from this
I still have no clue,
And I will never have your kiss...
5
When clouds accumulate
Around my desert steppe
It is your darkness,
Flooding where I step...
(Original photo and graphic art)
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(My works are listed below)
Musings No. 2
The Slosh of Beowulf, a scene re-telling
Self-Worth Realization, Ch 2 & 3
Love poem of the day
Musings
Vampire II, a poem
Poetry Slam 3
Father, a poem
Self-Worth Realization, Ch 1
Vampire I, a poem
Black makes Black, a poem
Terminus, prose and photos
Silence of the night, poems and graphic art
The macabre of winter, poem and graphic art
Poetry Slam 2
Name in Lights: @andreeagarden
Scar Story Contest, runner-up
Dream Friend & Hermits, two poems
Intro to my ransom note art poetry...
A Shaded Requiem, a poem for the upcoming season
Love, it blinds, poem
Otherworldy musings, Part 1
Poetry Slam (failed to match the theme, this first one, whoops!
Poor Soul, and other poems
Introduction
