What do you think is going on?

My ship of hope is far from port
Where sweet success awaits me…..

Experiments gone wrong. Ghosts. Ghouls. Goblins. Wolf’s howling at the full moon. Electricity, needles, creepy doctors with assistants behind locked doors. Dreams are weird, but interesting at the same time.

I like werewolves, and in my quest to write a haiku on every subject suggested I came up with this one.

The amazing story of what happened the night Harry Seavey passed away. It was on June 24, 1956 and it happened in a farm house in Harrington, Maine.

Abstract poetry.

Story about Howling Forest by Dreagoen.

It is about sorrow and effort to live. we are always alone….. thats the greatest dillema of us.

A poem about werewolves.

A broken heart remains lonely until someone comes along to fix it.