They told me that Stephen King writes his books while listening to Heavy Metal music turned up very loud.
I tend to write poems while listening to David Bowie singing:
Rebel Rebel.
I won the first Gold Trophy here writing a poem about the ghost of a Confederate soldier that I saw while taking a walk at the Shiloh National Military Park.
And at times I write while hearing Jethro Tull croon:
Aqualung.
My Father planted a pine tree for me in the front yard of our country seat at Shiloh, Tennessee when I was about five. The tree now reaches almost to Heaven and I seem to still be living in Hellven.
I like the background here. It reminds me of the pine tree. And the pine cones are rather nice.
And then the dark sets in.
I remember when the dark first touched me with its light.
I was in bed.
Living in Hammond, Indiana while my Father was working in a steel mill up there.
There was a small window in my room.
I saw the naked tree branches clawing at my window.
There was a voice to the sound of the limbs making Contact.
I let the Alien in.
I was in church Sunday and looked out into the light of an April day and saw fresh boughs doing the same thing. I decided to trade the first Alien for Another.
I am totally insane and do not get out much.
I am into lycanthropy.
I belong to the NRA. National Rational Association. You will have to pry my insanity from my cold, dead mind.
For all those who enter here:
I have told you everything.
It is okay to read my poetry
But do not forget to read between
The lines.
Never forget to read
The handwriting on the wall.
E-mail: wayne200412000@yahoo.com
- Last seen on Sep 11 9:11 PM. Member since December 9, 2003.
- I'm a gasoline dream poet for 1,514 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Enter my Saw 3 Contest today! Closing April 30th.".
- I am a 51 year old guy (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a Professional Executive Dish Washer.
- I have 1,514 comments, 10 contests, 163 poems, 48 stories
My Poetry
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You try to fathom why you came here
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and his feet were shod
they combed him and wounded him with their brushes167 lines, April 25, 2006. In Fantasy
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Be next in rank to God when you finally do fall in love. This is a requirement.143 lines, 1 comment, May 30. In <600 words, First person
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In the end many will merge because Love was meant to be Legion.649 lines, 2 comments, July 24, 2008. In 600-2000 words, Friendship
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pozo : Sup on February 2Wayney boy, I just wanted to say.
I LOVE YOU BEN. in reference to your story of confederates. The south will rise and wipe out the yankees. Btw. LOL ENJOY YOUR LOSS DURING THE WAR. lol cocks. -
Naughtygrlred : greetings on December 16, 2008just running thru to say hey
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Naughtygrlred : is that you on January 15, 2008click here
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vampire of thought : all I can say is "HMMMMM...." on December 22, 2006I was just drifting through the pages of allpoetry.com, whilst waiting to take my chemistry end of term finals, when I came across a message I recieved from you, about "theatres des Vampires". (woot woot for vamps)
So I decided to write in your guestbook, after perusing your profile.
all i can say is holy sh*t you are one crazy mother bleeper. please, excuse my profanity.
one question, is the seeing of the confederate soldier ghost real, or was that just from writing a poem about it? just curious.
thanks.....
~Vampire of thought (the kid who writes vamire westerns)
