This means that I am one of the Saint Valentine Poets (after winning the Valentine Poetry Competition 2008)! and I'm one of the Master Poets and Halloween Poets!

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Edgar Allan Poe was a genius
http://www.online-literature.com/poe/


Olwen's questionairies

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Morning/afternoon/evening!

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I'm Samantha, 27, a writer, from England.

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Some things I wrote about love, life, and everything in general:

“If you hear that someone is speaking ill of you, instead of trying to defend yourself you should say: "He obviously does not know me very well, since there are so many other faults he could have mentioned"”

Everyone has a light and a dark side, I find, and I am no exception. If you’re looking for all the answers, I do not have them, I’m afraid. If you’re looking for someone who is happy all the time, I am not, but nor am I always shrouded in darkness. I’m just a girl, and as long as you don’t ask more of me than you would give of yourself, then we will be just fine. The opinions expressed in this little corner of my world are mine and I would thank you to respect that. I do not demand that you agree with, or even like me, and ask you to extend me the same courtesy. What you see is what you get… unless you take the time to look behind this mask. We all have them, and this one is mine.

I’ll be honest, I have the rather stereotypical poetic tendency of falling into month long binges of unhappy ranting. A by product of being bi-polar, I’m afraid. So, if you’re surprised when I don’t seem like the most cheery person on the face of the planet, do not say that you were not warned. I am a lover of dark literature and poetry. When I fall, I fall hard, and landing is never easy.

On the reverse, when I am happy, I am ecstatic and blissful. I truly do try and see the good in most, or all, people with whom I come into contact. I believe in the inherent good in man/woman, and always try and believe that people are as beautiful as they have the potential to be. After all, we only live this life once(or so they say!), no matter what happens, or where we go, after. I try to be a good friend, even if I’m not all that skilled at it, and I am very protective of those I love. It's not always easy, but few things in life of value are, I find. When I love, I love completely, as I’m something of an emotional extremest (to be frank).

If I had to sum up my life philosophy in one phrase it would have to be, "Live like your going to die any moment; and die with a smile on your face!" I believe strongly that all things happen for a reason and with purpose, all in their proper time. Just because I can't see the purpose does not mean that it is not there. I am a person of faith, but would never go so far as to say of religion. I believe that everyone must make their own way and follow what path seems best for them. It is their life, after all.

All in all, I am a simple person who enjoys the company of those I love, a good book, and a beautiful afternoon. I ask very little from life other than to be loved, to find peace, and the hope that just maybe I might be able to make the world a more beautiful place in which to live for all.

“Even though we've changed and we're all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we'll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we're not all still friends.”

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Garden Gnomes and Daffodils

I have two things I'm pondering;
whilst sitting by my fence:
My Elf is my pride and joy,
my garden so immense.
Our reflection in the goldfish pond,
thinking of temptations;
Of jumping in and bathing there.
My house with its vibrations
the passing trains that go by,
I think of times we spent
together in the garden walking
no longer malcontent.
The daffodils brush past our legs,
I feel so at home!
The buzzing bees and butterflies
go to their honey comb.
We could imagine elves and imps
flitting by so slowly,
The church would be so pleased,
as imps are so unholy!
Light beams down on our heads
making us feel much love.
My garden is my place of rest,
That I'm unworthy of!

Samantha Burns
Copyright 2007

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Arabian Princess


Silently sepulchure she is dodging the sand
Arabian Princess with flowers in her hand.
He watched from the balcony
And worms his way round
The Arabian Princess
Can never be found.
She is the night which surrounds us
She is the cool breeze in our hair
Arabian nights
Give us some dispair.
She wanders below ground
She wanders up high
The Arabian Princess
Alone in the sky.

We can never actually see her
For she is the feeling
Of walking alone
Sat way up high
Dominating her throne.
We wish she was closer
So we could maybe touch
Her black as night hair
But that would be too much.

Written By Olwen
Copyright 2007

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Personal Hell
May I make a full confession
to something of great obsession.
I ran over my chest a-blazing
coming across a beautiful, amazing
Dewey-eyed face; staring blankly
making me feel so truly, frankly
ripped apart and violated
so much so i almost fainted
flat on my back sprawled eagle.
That girl she almost looked regal
her face so pale and unassuming
as i took the gun assuming
she would stop and take a look
at my face before i took
her life in my own hands
i cannot lie i cannot stand
to look on her face no more
feeling so filthy and so sore
inside my guts shook and trembled
that poor girl she was disassembled
from afar i saw an adult
if only i did i would exult.
On her body strapped so tight
was a package small and light
in a war you do not consider
what it is when you pull the trigger
as i knelt down to take a look
realised it was just a book
wrapped up with twine as if a gift
i took her life oh so swift
now i spend my days wondering
crying, sprawling and blundering
what if her mother was not so proud
and did not strap, that book but vowed
to say hello the following day
when war was over, i always pray
the small girl is in heaven today
but i will certainly go to hell
I hear right now that atrocious death bell
tolling, tolling evermore
i hope to die in my own personal war

Written by Olwen
Copyright 2011

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