A pastiche poem by Debbie Frampton and Edgar Allen Poe
The sole intent of my somewhat childish experiment
had been to deepen that first singular impression.
Yet as I gazed upon him, I shuddered, not knowing why.
Perhaps it was the hideous dropping off of the veil—
The vacant eyes, like windows—
The paradoxical law of sentiments-
There are combinations of very simple natural objects
which have the power of thus effecting us.
Still, this power lies beyond our depth.
A mystery all insoluble.
I struggled to reason off the nervousness
which had dominion over me.
I could not account for such feelings,
nor could I grapple with the shadowy fancies
that crowded upon me as I pondered them.
There arose out of the pure abstractions
an intensity of intolerable awe.
A gradual wasting away--
a settled apathy—
The bitter lapse
into everyday life.
About my serious side
Not to break the spell or spoil the fun, but you've probably figured out my real name isn't Dummy.
The CTD Diaries is my playground. No one tells the truth in their diaries anyway so I figured I should find another place to get real, where the head lights aren't so bright. I originally thought this would be a good place to post my creative writing, but I think this is just a good place to tell the truth.