Edgar Allan Poe Unfiltered

 Poe Unfiltered – A Love Letter (and a Light Roast)

Because if anyone was more unfiltered than me, it was Edgar Allan Poe. Respect.

Anyone who knows me knows I am the biggest Poe fan ever, but as always, I will be unbiased (or I'll try to be at least)

Let’s talk about Edgar Allan Poe—the man, myth, and literary legend who invented spiraling dramatically on paper. Was he a genius? Yes. Was he also the 1800s equivalent of “I’m fine” while sobbing in a corner and writing about premature burial? Also yes. 

This is not some highbrow literature class analysis. This is an honest take from someone who writes sad poetry at 2 a.m., respects the man’s work, and occasionally cackles at how deeply over-the-top he was. Poe might’ve been the only person in history who was more unfiltered than I. Which is saying something.

So buckle up, bibliophiles and chaos goblins...we’re diving into the beautifully unhinged brain of Edgar Allan Poe.

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The Good – Why Poe Still Hits

1. He Understood Sad People Before It Was Trendy:
Before #mentalhealthawareness or Tumblr poetry existed, Poe was already out here turning his trauma into stories that made you feel like maybe you, too, were buried alive in a metaphor. He wrote the human condition as if it owed him money. He didn't need to be normal, to fit in, he needed to cope, and writing was his method of dealing with depression. 

2. He Made Being Weird Cool:
Dead women? Obsession? A bird yelling “Nevermore”? Poe didn’t care what anyone thought. He just committed. And now he’s studied in schools while your ex, who judged you for being “too intense,” is still using the wrong “your.” 

3. He Was Basically the Blueprint for Emo Kids:
Dark aesthetic. Obsessive love. Morbid poetry. If you ever owned a pair of black Converse and journaled about “feeling hollow,” just know Poe walked so you could emotionally disassociate in peace. He was judged and called weird, so you could look somewhat normal with your spikes.

4. He Took Risks With Language:
Ever read his stuff out loud? It's like Shakespeare met Hot Topic and they decided to co-author a fever dream. His word choices were extra, sure, but somehow it worked. He didn’t care about being accessible—he cared about vibes. 

5. He Didn’t Let Sadness Stop Him From Creating:
For someone who struggled profoundly with loss, depression, and poverty, Poe still produced some of the most iconic works in American literature. That’s a strength. And proof that even your messiest feelings can become art.

6. You Don't Have To Be Depressed To Love Him:

You don't have to walk around in doom and gloom to appreciate a good piece of literature. Admit it, he might have been dark, scary, and morbid, but so is Facebook.

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The Bad – Let’s Be Honest, Sir

1. Could You Chill With the Dead Girlfriend Thing?
We get it. You loved her. She died. You spiraled. Repeat. Every woman in his stories either died tragically, came back from the dead, or was secretly a ghost the whole time. Therapy? Ever heard of it? (Okay, guys, I tried to be blunt, but I have to say every woman he ever loved died, which is probably why he did that. I know I know it's supposed to be a roast..)

2. Sometimes He Used Twelve Words When Two Would Do:
Look, I’m all for drama, but Poe’s stories are like:
“The obfuscating veil of shadowy despair, elongated by the tremulous flicker of my own desolate heartbeat, summoned an anguish most profound.”
Translation: “I was sad.”. More isn't always better; sometimes it's simply confusing.

3. He’d Flunk Modern Writing Class:
Today’s editors would’ve red-penned the life out of him. “Too much passive voice.” “Run-on sentence.” “Is the main character hallucinating, or are WE?” It’s a beautiful mess, but a mess nonetheless. (Once again, Alyssa's conscience here, just gotta say that although this writing was messy, Poe did birth a new form of writing that has been used and loved by writers and readers worldwide. Sorry guys)

4. “The Tell-Tale Heart” Gave Me Trust Issues:
Thanks, Edgar, now I feel vaguely guilty whenever I hear a clock ticking. Appreciate that.

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Hot Takes (With Love, Poe)

• Poe would’ve thrived on BookTok. His aesthetic? Immaculate.

• “Annabel Lee” is just “that one breakup poem you wrote in ninth grade,” but make it literary canon.

• Ravens are cool. But did he have to make them talk? Was the bird necessary? (Yes.)

• If Poe were alive today, he’d have a moody podcast, an Etsy shop for Victorian mourning jewelry, and at least three viral Tumblr posts per week. 

• No one could write grief like Poe. But also... sir, are you okay? (He was not.)

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Story Time – Poe Moments That Live in My Brain

Let’s talk about “The Black Cat.” A man kills his wife, walls her up in the basement, and gets caught because the cat he also tried to kill meowed. That’s it. That’s the plot. Chaos. Pure chaos. Moral of the story? I don't even flipping know anymore.

Or how about “The Masque of the Red Death,” which was just Poe’s saying: “Heh richppeoplee, you can’t party your way out of a pandemic.” Timely, huh? (Cough Cough literally)

Also, “The Fall of the House of Usher” gave us a brother-and-sister duo that was so creepy that I had to close the book and cleanse my brain with SpongeBob. Yet somehow, I keep rereading it. Poe was toxic like that.

On a real note, I've had to be okay my whole life. I've had to smile. I had to laugh. When my life crumbled before me, or at least it seemed to, I had to smile about it. When I was broken, I had to fix myself. And no, I won't claim that Poe saved me because that can only be attributed to Christ, but he made me feel...normal. Reading through someone else's pain, realizing that although you can hurt, you can also heal, was life-changing. You see, I'm not always okay; I'm more broken than I am whole. But knowing that I can still attribute to society as a fractured person helps me realize. My usefulness and my worth aren't determined by mental health. POe helped teach me that.

Also, I wrote several essays about him growing up, so I am biased. I was reading "The Black Cat" while my classmates were still talking about "Pete the Cat" (That's an exaggeratio,n buyou getet the point"

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The Real Talk – Why He Still Matters

Here’s the thing: Edgar Allan Poe was flawed. Deeply. His life was messy, painful, and full of tragedy. He drank too much, struggled with loss, and burned bridges like it was a hobby. But he still wrote through all of it.

That’s why I respect him not just for the gothic vibes and literary clout but because he turned raw emotion into something that made people feel seen. Still does. 

He showed that you can be broken, brilliant, haunted, honest, dramatic, and meaningful. He didn’t wait until he figured it out; he just wrote anyway.

So if you're like me....writing through the storm, overthinking everything, and occasionally scaring people with your metaphors, just know: Poe did it first. And he made it matter. He committed to the cause. He woulda have hidden bodies in a mattress and commuted the cost. He was weird, so you could be edgy.

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Final Thought & Sign-Off

I make jokes, yes. But Edgar Allan Poe wasn’t just a tragic figure or a meme-worthy emo icon. He was a survivor who poured his soul into words, even when the world didn’t get it. And honestly? That gives the rest of us permission to do the same.

Here’s to the drama. The darkness. The dead women in ball gowns (but maybe let’s cool it on that one, Edgar). And here’s to creating art even when you feel like a thunderstorm.

If you’ll excuse me, I’m off to write a poem about my feelings using six crows, a broken window, and a candle that won’t stay lit. (But I will)

Till Next Time,
— Alyssa🦩

P.S. Drop your favorite Poe quote in the comments if this post made you laugh, cry, or side-eye your writing style. Or just leave a raven emoji. I’ll know what it means.