The Betrayal

She floats above the surface of the musky water. Her angelic face seems solemn as the water brushes through her hair. Her wings no longer fly above in heaven, since she has betrayed the Lord of all Goodness. She has been bound and forced unto the depths of hell for all eternity.

Darkness surrounds this water; with the only visible glow is from the broken halo. Inside she cries to herself; unable to move; her body is frozen. She will never see the light or happiness, and will be tied in this water. The sounds of demon spirits permeate the area, sending fear into her soul.

She is banished from the heaven above and is punished to the land of the dark one. She betrayed and helped the Dark Lord succeed and victor over the Savior. The holy war was manipulated and for that she is punished.

Eels lurk beneath her and she is slowly decaying away, internally. She feels herself letting go, as she closes her eyes. The past replays over and over in her mind, she can remember her heavenly chamber, once filled with life. She opens her eyes again; she is forced to realize her new fate.

Edgar Allan Poe - My Inspiration

Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849), the father of the modern mystery

When Edgar Allan Poe was at West Point that he showed a remarkable propensity for writing prose. As early as the age of 15, he wrote these words in memory of a female acquaintance, "The requiem for the loveliest dead that ever died so young." Indeed, Edgar Allan Poe's first love was poetry, although he was unable to make a living at it early on, he was able to publish two small volumes during these early years.

Only after becoming an assistant editor at the Southern Literary Messenger in Richmond, Virginia, in 1835 did Poe's literary talents start to blossom. It was at this time in his life that Poe fell in love with his 13-year-old cousin Virginia. Their marriage forced him to find a source of income. When the editor of the Messenger offered employment, Poe eagerly accepted. During his tenure at the Messenger, Edgar Allan Poe was an editor as well as a contributor. In early 1836, Poe was credited with "between 80 and 90 reviews, six poems, four essays and three stories, not to mention editorials and commentaries."

Poe was to work for several publications as both editor and contributor. His career as an editor coincided with his growth as a writer. While working in Philadelphia for Burton's "Gentleman's Magazine" in 1839, Poe's work continued to flourish. At this time in his career he still was not secure financially, but his work was being recognized and praised, which helped greatly in furthering his reputation. During his tenure at Burton's he wrote such macabre tales as "The Fall of the House of Usher," and William Wilson. Tales like these psychological thrillers were to become Poe's trademark.

In 1841, Edgar Allan Poe began working for a man named George Graham. While at Graham's, Poe was preparing his famous work, "The Murders in the Rue Morgue," for publication.
Published in April 1841, this story featured Auguste C. Dupin, the first-ever fictional detective. Poe's "tale of rationation," as he termed it, "inaugurated one of the most popular and entertaining forms of fiction ever conceived."

It was during these years in Philadelphia that Poe published such trademark horror tales as "The Tell-Tale Heart," and "The Pit and The Pendulum." It wasn't until the 1845 publication of Poe's famous poem "The Raven" that he achieved the true rise to fame that had been denied him until then. The public's reaction to the poem brought Poe to a new level of recognition and "could be compared to that of some uproariously successful hit song today."

In February 1847, Poe's young wife died of consumption. Poe was devastated by her death and penned these words, "Deep in earth my love is lying and I must weep alone."
During the years following Virginia's death, Poe's life was taking a steady turn downward. He suffered through a suicide attempt, several failed romances and engagements, and a largely unsuccessful attempt to resurrect his failing career after a long bout with alcoholism and depression.

Poe died at the age of 40 in October 1849 in Baltimore. Although the exact circumstances of his death remain unknown, it seems clear that his death can be attributed to the effects of alcoholism. A contemporary of Poe's at the time remarked, "This death was almost a suicide, a suicide prepared for a long time." Although he lived a short and tragic life, Edgar Allan Poe remains today one of the most-beloved mystery writers in history. His contributions to literature and the mystery genre cannot be underestimated.

Just Venting Some Anger

The anger I am holding deep within
Is going to be released painfully onto you
Just stop with your petty bullshit
And get some fuckin clue.
I am holding a lot of pain inside
And you will never understand my life
You’ll just say I’m whining
And fill me up with even more strife.
Unlike you I have been tough shit
And have never officially overcame it
You have never been pressured into anything
Or even raped, but that’s just me throwing another fit.
You’re lucky I am able to control this anger
Or else you would have been in a grave
But you’re making it harder to stay sane
And I don’t think I can behave.
Understand this, my dear mother,
This is not only a piece of my writing
It’s what I have had on my mind for years
Even though to you, it could be frightening.

Why I Write

Writing, by definition, is a way of expressing oneself by writing down different ideas and emotions onto paper. I write because it is the only way I have learned to convey myself. I enjoy writing poetry and short stories and use them to communicate my emotions and thoughts.

My poetry is basically my journal, where I write down all of my emotions. I use my poetry as a way of keeping myself sane and also to get out some emotions, such as anger and depression, without any drastic physical actions. I also use my poetry to write stories about situations I experience to help to get through them.

Writing my short stories is a way to let my imagination run wild. I enjoy creating fanatical circumstances. I love to make up seemingly crazy characters which are an expansion of my personality. I write short stories because it is enjoyable to me.

I write because it is the only way I know to expel my painful emotions and numb them. Writing is a way for me to get my point across when I can’t find the words verbally. I am passionate about my writing and I do not think I could have survived through the hard times in my life without it. I write because it is something that I truly love to do.