I am just playing around here, trying to get this writers block unlocked. For some reason I am fixted (darn spelling!) on the story of Dorian Gray. What I wrote without thinking is not a poem, but I guess my concept of what he might have thought in that dark soul of his. It's a silly piece here, but I am posting it anyways! LOL



"Pulled from the head of one Dorian Gray"
Darcy L. Quinlan



"Hell is a portrait on canvas" Dorian thought as he gazed at the latest reality to his oiled likeness. Or so it used to be. For sixty years almost too that ****ed perfectly brilliant and clear blue sky day of its birth. All his horrible deeds reflected only upon the dark creation. Dorian the man still glowed that of a man in his prim and had outlasted all those that he had so long ago loved..and lost.



Fingering a textured deep set grimace upon his painted mouth, he once again was reminded..



"Hell is a portrait on canvas"

Thank you for posting!!

We had to read that book at the uni, I did read, but vaguely remember. I only remember the main thing, lol.Anyway, I remember the end seemed somehow creepy to me, lol.