Journey through America with reference to American poetry
To Miami, I am bound Bahamas...
...Walking hurriedly towards the large imposing oak doorway his excitement he finds so hard to contain; the...
The night is my domain my friends It's where I live my life I stalk my prey out in the dark...
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In a small town by the name of Amissville, there was a "haunted house" on 42nd Street. Bill and his gang...
His woman wasn’t giving him what he needed
Too controlling she preferred the company of friends....
Plath is dead Long live Plath And so we should Celebrate our lives, Long live...
The woman awakes to sparks and night noises. Rising, she quivers with anticipation, ready to begin...
A figure stood in front of the victim's door, dressed completely in black, with a pair of gloves to match....
Observing for a while Watching life just come and go He’d paint a sickened picture Of...
Sickening; putrid stench of death Oozes out of a bad man’s breath He lies in wait sensing her...
Bring me my glow, The sparkle to a spirit, Soft lips and so Her long hair with it...
Daniel seemed to start out like any other red-blooded Irish boy growing up in Upstate New York. There was...
Minute left, seconds by the door, window shut, crawling on the floor, broken glass, count the...
I sit alone in this my filthy cell.
Of past mistakes I still do dwell.
A life I stole, a...
Whitechapel, you must watch for me.
Your streets unlit, they are so dark and dreary.
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He doesn't have horns or crown
He wears a moth eaten cap and gown
He stalks old Londons...
My way or the highway! The young boy shouts. He always gets his way, and this is no doubt. ...
