A Dream
by Edgar Allan Poe
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream- that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?
Okay first things first. I am not new to this site. The date I created this page might say I am, but I'm not. I deleted my page after some drama happened on this site with family and other members of this site. None of which had to do with me. I just decided I didn't want to be brought into it. After a couple years, I decided to rejoin the Rave.
 Also, I don't like it when people don't read my profile. It annoys me. Secondly, you may only have my messenger after we've talked for a bit on here. This is just so I can see how you are, because most of the time people are idiots and are pervs. I would love to be your friend, so if you want to, add me to your friends list, but please be kind enough to tell me so I can add you back. =]
*New and Improved Rating System*
I used to rate what I got, but being that people on here like to be unfair and rude, I will be rating people on content, attitude, and being able to keep up-to-date with what coven/mentorship they are in, as well as how active you are.
If you treat me like crap you will not only get a 1, but you will receive negative honor, plus you will be added to my block list. If you flame me, be very sure that I will report you. I do not want any drama towards me or my family. People need to learn how to grow up!
I will not always hand out 10's unless you are in my coven and mentorship, because all of you are family. Otherwise, from now on, unless you deserve a 10, the highest rate you will get from me is an 8 or 9.
  
My name is Hillary, but you can call me Lily. I'll respond to either one. I am 23 years young. I live in Pittsburgh, PA. I have type 1 diabetes. I am wiccan. I am in a relationship. I have a 14 gauge labret piercing, 8 gauges (about to be 6 gauges) in my ears, and 3 tattoos ( cheshire cat smile on my left forearm, a medical alert symbol on my right forearm, and a gothic pin-up tinkerbell on my right bicep).
 My family is the most important thing that I have in my life at the moment. I got twin brothers. They are annoying but I still love them. My mom (KarmaQyeen), means the world to me and I love her to death. We don't have the typical mother-daughter relationship. We are more like friends. We can talk about anything and just be ourselves. My online sister, Tiffany is one of the coolest and sweetest people you'll ever meet. You mess with any of them and I'll rip your fucking head off your body and rip your heart out your chest! (Don't take these "threats" literally. I'm just trying to make my point that family, friends, and siginificant others are a very important aspect of my life. So just be prepared for me to confront you if you do anything to any of them).
Okay so I guess it's time to move on to the education portion of my mini biography. I graduated from City Charter High School in June of 2008. I interned at Carnegie Mellon's Entertainment Technology Center for three months. Mainly what I did there was some photography, editing web pages, and clerical work. I used to go to The Art Institute of Pittsburgh and majored in Digital Media Production, but dropped out due to lack of funds and bad health. I plan to go back to college at some point though.
 I simply just love technology. You will find me no where else but on the computer. I like to hang out with my boyfriend. I love him to death. He is the most funniest, caring, trustworthy, protective people I know. I'm happy I met him. I'm happy I have him in my life. He means the world to me. =] I love to play the guitar, keyboard, and drums. I also sing and dance. I love to take pictures and work in Photoshop. I love to draw, and to write. I love to read. My favorite authors are Anne Rice, Octavia E. Butler, Cassandra Clare, Laurell K. Hamilton, Edgar Allen Poe, and Holly Black.
I don't like people who don't type correctly, and who don't use proper grammar. We all went to school for a reason, I'd hope we wouldn't put these skills to waste. I especially hate the people who tYpE lIkE tHiS, because I can never understand what they are saying. If I wanted to take a deciphering class I would have, but I didn't and neither have most people, so learn how to type please. I am not slamming people who have a condition like dyslexia, or who have another type of condition, just the ones who are too damn lazy that they have to use text talk. I don't like the type of people who think that they are the shit and that the whole world revolves around them and that we should all just listen to what they say because in their little pretend world they are god. I also don't like spiders, mosquitoes, squash, and there is more, but I think you've had enough by now. Haha.
IN LOVING MEMORY:
*These are my son's feet.*
My son, Orion Lee
R.I.P.
(june 18, 2011 - june 18, 2011)
An Angel Never Dies
Don’t let them say I wasn’t born,
That something stopped my heart
I felt each tender squeeze you gave,
I’ve loved you from the start.
Although my body you can’t hold
It doesn’t mean I’m gone
This world was worthy, not of me
God chose that I move on.
I know the pain that drowns your soul,
What you are forced to face
You have my word, I’ll fill your arms,
Someday we will embrace.
You’ll hear that it was meant to be,
God doesn’t make mistakes
But that wont soften your worst blow,
Or make your heart not ache.
I’m watching over all you do,
Another child you’ll bear
Believe me when I say to you,
That I am always there.
There will come a time, I promise you,
When you will hold my hand,
Stroke my face and kiss my lips
And then you’ll understand.
Although I’ve never breathed your air,
Or gazed into your eyes
That doesn’t mean I never was,
An Angel never dies
The Raven
by Edgar Allan Poe
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 marveled 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 me thought 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!
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Yes, I am a very proud practicing wiccan. 
To thou who thinkest to seek Me, know that thy seeking 
