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The House Of Poetry

Art is the only hope we have left.

About Me

This is a site to post poetry from your heart, anything that you can put in letters or need to get out in this form of art made of words. Let thee not whisper but delve into the world of forbidden secrets and knowledge.

My Blog

DRAINED

Today I woke with blood strained eyes caked with sleep. My head spinning with hopes for tomorrow and forgotten yesterdays, shaking violently with fearful regrets, put to bed with quiet empathy. Shr...
Posted by The House Of Poetry on Wed, 30 May 2007 06:37:00 PST

The Disease

Aren't we all just a plague?A disease among a world of nature.Infected with beliefs of our own superiority.Are we nothing more than simple whispers on the wind of truth?What is existentialism to one w...
Posted by The House Of Poetry on Sun, 27 May 2007 08:31:00 PST