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A Creepy Episode

    Strolling around the house, seeing corners that ceased to exist. The heavy rain gracing the night, Washed away my tiredness off the list. The power went out, but my torch gave me a sense of light. Did I just spot someone? Or was it me hallucinating 'cause of my fright? There were no candles that just 'Poof' ed nor any Crosses turning upside down. But I could sense IT's presence. I could feel my confidence drown. There were these cold whispers... That had no words to give it a meaning. Do they always appear in white..? Or do they strike from back without warning..? My little toe always had a mind of its own... Like always it dashed an object, led to me falling! After I heard a 'Thud' I caught a visual of someone's rotting feet, with abnormal posturing.. They say 'You must dream to fly'... But this entity had taken a shallow flight, It made a dramatic rush through the wall, Without causing a dent in sight... When my ...
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A little about me

Some call it cheesy, some call it classy.
Little did they know, getting it isn’t easy



Pull up your socks, take your ideas out of that sleepy box.
Sing it in your head and make a dash like a Seahawk.

You need to feel the rhythm, put your procrastination aside,
And put out something, which would get them mesmerized!


Okay, I’ll stop now…I can’t get myself to stop composing. It like a never-ending obsession and one of the few ones that I have had and that I have liked.

I had a female friend who used to always ditch the group night outs or parties citing illogical reasons.
So one day when she ditched us yet again at the last minute, I brought out the inner Shakespeare in me.

No, I did not compose in ancient English, but what I got out was crass, mean, and directly to the point kind of poem.
I am not proud of it now but looking back that really got me started so thanks to her...

So the blog is dedicated to some of the best poems that I have built brick by brick and some that I will be composing as we go along.

Also, it’s not difficult to compose a poem. Just trust that uniqueness inside of you which sets you apart from the billions!


But the real poetic satisfaction is never to beg, borrow, or steal.

You may earn a few bucks but it may cost you a deal.

There I go again!
   

 ...  Wedmer Picardo
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    Strolling around the house, seeing corners that ceased to exist. The heavy rain gracing the night, Washed away my tiredness off the list. The power went out, but my torch gave me a sense of light. Did I just spot someone? Or was it me hallucinating 'cause of my fright? There were no candles that just 'Poof' ed nor any Crosses turning upside down. But I could sense IT's presence. I could feel my confidence drown. There were these cold whispers... That had no words to give it a meaning. Do they always appear in white..? Or do they strike from back without warning..? My little toe always had a mind of its own... Like always it dashed an object, led to me falling! After I heard a 'Thud' I caught a visual of someone's rotting feet, with abnormal posturing.. They say 'You must dream to fly'... But this entity had taken a shallow flight, It made a dramatic rush through the wall, Without causing a dent in sight... When my ...
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