This is my page for poetry and stories. I have written some and some have been submitted by friends and others that have found my site by means of the internet.
If you are interested in submitting some works, there is an address at the bottom of the page.

And now on to these literary works of art:

Click here on the to learn about copy rights on these literary works.

*I have started specializing pages for people who have submitted works for my site. If you are interested, please used the address at the bottom of the page.*

Here some of poetic pages that I am hosting:

Works of Abby Normal
Poetic Works of Gambit
Poetry of Neal W. Hamilton
Soon to come, a page of collected poems by Kyle Bishop

Now here is a letter from Beethoven to his Immortal Beloved:

The First Letter

July 6, in the morning
My angel, my all, my very self - Only a few words today and at that with pencil (with yours) - Not till tomorrow will my lodgings be definitely determined upon - what a useless waste of time - Why this deep sorrow when necessity speaks - can our love endure except through sacrifices, through not demanding everything from one another; can you change the fact that you are not wholly mine, I not wholly thine - Oh God, look out into the beauties of nature and comfort your heart with that which must be - Love demands everything and that very justly - thus it is to me with you, and to your with me. But you forget so easily that I must live for me and for you; if we were wholly united you would feel the pain of it as little as I - My journey was a fearful one; I did not reach here until 4 o'clock yesterday morning. Lacking horses the post-coach chose another route, but what an awful one; at the stage before the last I was warned not to travel at night; I was made fearful of a forest, but that only made me the more eager - and I was wrong. The coach must needs break down on the wretched road, a bottomless mud road. Without such postilions as I had with me I should have remained stuck in the road. Esterhazy, traveling the usual road here, had the same fate with eight horses that I had with four - Yet I got some pleasure out of it, as I always do when I successfully overcome difficulties - Now a quick change to things internal from things external. We shall surely see each other soon; moreover, today I cannot share with you the thoughts I have had during these last few days touching my own life - If our hearts were always close together, I would have none of these. My heart is full of so many things to say to you - ah - there are moments when I feel that speech amounts to nothing at all - Cheer up - remain my true, my only treasure, my all as I am yours. The gods must send us the rest, what for us must and shall be -
Your faithful LUDWIG

This letter and a few more( which will soon be apart of this page) were found upon Beethoven's death.
Along with them was his will which left all his estates to his Immortal Beloved. It is still debated on who this woman is. All of these were turned into a movie, "Immortal Beloved". I suggest that you see it because of how wonderful and moving it is.

Here are a few of my favorite poems:

A Drinking Song By W.B. Yeats

WINE comes in at the mouth
And love comes in at the eye;
That's all we shall know for truth
Before we grow old and die.
I lift the glass to my mouth,
I look at you, and I sigh.

The Coming Of Wisdom With Time By W.B. Yeats

THOUGH leaves are many, the root is one;
Through all the lying days of my youth
I swayed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may wither into the truth.

These poems are care of Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats

The Man


By Kyle Bishop

In my dreams there is a man
Covered in black clothes
From head to toe
But all the shadows prevent me
From seeing his face

He laughs at me
And continuously insults me
Until I let out a cry of rage
And charge at his throat
With my wrathful clenched hands
But then he is no longer there

I scream and curse at him
Demanding that he comes back
Hoping to feed my anger

So he returns
And decides to mock me even more
By forcing me to suffer once again through
All the mistakes I have foolishly made in my life
While he laughs hysterically
And convinces me that I am never going to be successful

He continues to abuse and offend me
Until I don't even know
What dignity is
So I just stand there with no reply
Losing everything I had worked so hard for
In my life

He taunts me and enjoys every bit of it
As if I was a sideshow freak with no past or future
Everything he says
Being another knife brutally jabbed into my soul

He keeps on cursing me
Until I have taken enough
And I surrender to him
Stumbling to the ground
Writhing in pain and agony

I lie there
My body shaking from too much trauma
Gasping for air

With a victorious roar of laughter
He then steps out of the shadows that make him
Into the dim light

I glance up at him for the last time
And see myself

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