Short poem.

I have posted this small article that talks about some of the superstitious beliefs which are followed till this day.

Gothic tale with an undercurrent of doom. Inspired largely by the works of the genre works of the late 1800s. Open to multiple interpretation.

Something about March sometimes makes people grow uneasy…either the heavy winds or the ides. Is it stuperstition (combination of stupid superstition) or is it true?

My dismay over the attempts to guilt-trip people into forwarding emails.

Is 23 just a number, or is it something more..?

We happen to find things by chance or by accident. Even if we feel something will occur, we don;t realize it till we practically made it.

So today is Friday the 13th. Me, loving all things weird and kooky, well I just couldn’t let the day go by without giving my take on it.

This poem tells a strange story read it!

Poem.