Supernatural, Paranormal, Dark.... Poetry Books, Most Books I read are about Real life.. Rather the real be grim or something surreal.... I really did enoy The Diary of Ellen Rimbauer..My Life at Rose Red by Stephen King. Of course the tv series didn.."t compare to the book.. If you liked the movie.. Please go read the book. I have hundreds of books... Some other notable authors of whos work I have really enjoyed are Heather Graham,Dean Koontz and of course Edgar Allan Poe...

Edgar Allan Poe Quotes I like

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dreamed before.
The Raven.

All that we see or seem, Is but a dream within a dream.

Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute

And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain, Thrilled me — filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dreamed before.

Here is the whole poem one of my favorites by Edgar Allan Poe

A Dream Within A Dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep - while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

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I can.."t leave this one out...

The Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
..".."Tis some visitor,.." I muttered, .."tapping at my chamber door
Only this, and nothing more..."

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore
Nameless here for evermore.

This it is, and nothing more..."

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
.."Sir,.." said I, .."or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you.." - here I opened wide the door;
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, .."Lenore!.."
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, .."Lenore!.."
Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
.."Surely,.." said I, .."surely that is something at my window lattice:
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;
.."Tis the wind and nothing more..."

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.
.."Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,.." I said, .."art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night.."s Plutonian shore!.."
Quoth the Raven, .."Nevermore..."

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as .."Nevermore..."

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered
Till I scarcely more than muttered, .."other friends have flown before
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before..."
Then the bird said, .."Nevermore..."

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
.."Doubtless,.." said I, .."what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of .."Never - nevermore.."..."

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and door;
Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking .."Nevermore..."

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom.."s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion.."s velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o.."er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o.."er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.
.."Wretch,.." I cried, .."thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!.."
Quoth the Raven, .."Nevermore..."

.."Prophet!.." said I, .."thing of evil! prophet still, if bird or devil!
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!.."
Quoth the Raven, .."Nevermore..."

.."Prophet!.." said I, .."thing of evil - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore..."
Quoth the Raven, .."Nevermore..."

.."Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend,.." I shrieked, upstarting
.."Get thee back into the tempest and the Night.."s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!.."
Quoth the Raven, .."Nevermore..."

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon.."s that is dreaming,
And the lamplight o.."er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!