anchor baby Edgar Allan Poe
Edward Gorey
Tim Burton

why does my fascination with the macabre tend to be more prevalent in the winter?

for example
my two daughters

annabelle lee


amy three_words

aware fun nevermore
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tnt poet. it's ingrained in his name. it was his destiny. 000114
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camille I've known poe
and the poet Edgar
Q please, oh, evermore
yes, i've known it too
now, please, may i have it?
thank you
MollyGoLightly As far as I'm concerned, this guy should've succumbed to the absinthe long before he did. It's all a bit wordy and clunky, isn't it? 000413
anchor_baby Tomorrow's coming 'round like a hair-pin curve in the road
She's got a run in her stocking and she's missing the heel of her shoe
Got up this morning rolled out of bed
I spilled a Diet Coke
Called my mother
Said, "Hi." What I meant to say was:
"Why is your life a joke?"
Then I went down to that ugly bar and
I clicked my heels three times just like you said
And I climbed that road to your empty house
The anticipation was a turn-on...but you let me down
'Cause I stood on that empty street alone
I said, "I'm ready for my close-up now, Mr. Demille."
I waited for the light but it never shone
Well I wonder what you do with that expensive piece of land
That overlooks a billion years of history (I have a sneaking suspicion)
You will never understand
Hey maybe I'll see you down by the Rocky & Bullwinkle
And we can talk to that charlatan psychic
And she can paint a prettier picture of your future.

'Cause that day in my life...
That day in my life...
I dreamt tomorrow had a prettier face
I dreamt tomorrow would have better things to say
Than, "You look like shit, what's your problem, bitch?
You're legs feel like sandpaper, you can't do anything right."
'Cause that day never should have taken place
'Cause this day in my life still cannot explain
Why I listened in the first place
to you

Oh yeah, something else...

I hope one day you call up your father
And you have the guts to tell him how he hurt you
And he made you hurt another
'Cause it makes me sad.
somebody gifted and tormented 000915
guitar_freak But evil things in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch's high estate;
(Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow
And, round about his home, desolate!)
And, round about his home the glory
That blushed and bloomed
Is but a dis-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.

And if travelers now within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms that move fantastically
To a discordant melody
While, like a rapid ghastly river,
Through the pale door,
A hideous throng rush out forever,
And laugh- but smile no more.

~The Haunted Palace~
Barrett Bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells bells
bethany ok so anchor_baby i dont know why you put that song up but i COMPULSIVELY write it down everywhere, forevermore, evermore, in margins, in notes, while doodleing, in magazines at dr's offices, it's like an old friend that keeps me busy. thank you for liking that song. 020212
no reason My tantalized spirit
Here blandly reposes,
Forgetting, or never
Regretting its roses
blown cherry After reading my creative writing effort in year 11 or year 12, my english teacher wrote a comment (beneath the 19/20 I might add) that I'd been reading too much Poe.

I found that amusing, since I hadn't read any in about 4 or 5 years.
nomatter Annabel Lee
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee: ---
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
She was a child and I was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love ---
I and my Annabel Lee ---
With a love that the wing├ęd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud by night Chilling my Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me; ---
Yes! that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling
And killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we ---
Of many far wiser than we ---
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; ---
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea ---
In her tomb by the side of the sea.
misstree he's chunky and wordy if you leave him laying on the page, but if you lift him to your lips and let drift such syllables, such full-bodied sighs, such lavish creations, that is where languid night-swathed flight is found. he is one of my favorite poets to hear read. i've found a recording of jeff_buckley reading "ulalume," and it was, wow, it was, aw shit just go download it. 031010
u24 i've got chistopher walken reading the raven, wanna swap? 060601
anne-girl pieces of eight 060601
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