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if i was to come for you...
08:17 Jan 26 2009
Times Read: 539

Man: If I was to come for you,

would You be my reasoning?



Woman: When you arrive, would i be your reason to stay?



Man: good... If I come for you,

would you help me fight the evil

that lies dormant inside me

that thirsts for blood?



Woman: I would not help fight the evil inside you because i would banish it completely.



Man: If i come for you,

will you sway my inner darkness

that has sixpence taken me over?



Woman: I would kiss away the darkness.



Man: If I come for you,

will your loving embrace

banish my pain deep within me?



Woman: For you will i not only banish the pain but i will also share it.



He smiles before speaking.



Man: If I come for you

and my evil escapes,

will you ease its temper

or will you just feed its rage?



Woman: I would feed it only what it does not seek.



Man: When i come for you

on a moonless night and

I will trudge on blindly

creeping up quietly to you...



Woman: Creep up as will, even if...



Man: ...and my evil drinks

of your life's essence

and you of mine,

would it corrupt you

or would yours me?



Woman: When minds and hearts put at best, there is nothing that evil can feast upon.



Man: When I come for you,

I would bare my soul to you

and hope that you would

embrace it as it is?



Woman: Bare you soul as it is, i will always embrace it.



Man: When I come for you,

would you try to change me

or would you let me change myself?



Woman: To change you would be to betray you. Only you can change yourself.

The Raven By Edgar A. Poe
08:15 Jan 26 2009
Times Read: 540

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.



And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,

"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-

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!



Poe is so the poo! Lol

Inner demons
08:12 Jan 26 2009
Times Read: 541






As i sit and listen, all i hear are demons waging wars in my head.

As times passes I can feel my sanity slipping, through it all it effects all of you the way it does me.

Days go by as i finally feel that I have lost it all I take a stand and shout,"I can't take it anymore!"

"I wont stand for it any longer.""Go back from where you came and return what you have taken from me!"

"I no longer fear you and stand up to you, the pain I can no longer bare!"

As the final word was spoken I struck them down and the retreat to the hell spans of the underworlds of self doubt and heart ache from whence they came.

Now as the days go by i just sit and wonder how will i go on for love no longer lives in my heart, it has left my with this empty void inside.

Aero Solaris
08:10 Jan 26 2009
Times Read: 542






What's that in the sky, so high that the sun is in my eye.

Is it maybe something like a blur or could it make me purr.

As it's feathers drop from the sky gracefully, i try to catch them, it seem to move at my every whim.

As it flutters down closer i seem to catch a glimpse of it with my eyes, shortly it glides before it dives quickly towards me.

I hesitate as i see it coming at me with rapid sucession, as it stop at what seems like an intermission.

The circles i see, it flies above me without a sound to be heard of, save the drops i feel as it cries.

With a sudden shreik of horror it's wing buckles as an arrow protrudes through it's head, falling towards me landing almost on me as if it were dead, not moving remaining motionless.

I cry senslessly trying to force the arrow from the wound through it's head, it's attacker moves closer menacingly.

I hurry with a scream ripping the arrow from the cavity it was ajarred within, the creature moves to it's feet the blood from the wound no longer but a stream.

It's wings flare out and it dart at the menacing creature felling it with but a single blow, it turn and comes to me, oh so compelling.

As i gaze at it, what i beautiful creature it was, aero solaris, it stops a few short feet away giving me a look of farewell as if it was to care for us.

I could not describe the sight i saw but maybe just a thought in my head, but maybe it was really a flying angel called aero solaris.