-Self Quote

"Saying LOL when you're crying your heart out. Pretending it doesn't hurt."

*Oh Boo Radely*

The darkness we felt cascaded around the facade he harbored in.

And to my recollection, none had seen him since before we were born.

No more than a phantom he was to us,

Existing, yet not, in our memory.

He travels through night when the moon is down low.

Freezing azaleas with his cold breath.

Oh Boo Radley, 

Have you not gone mad, trapped in that lonely house of yours?

Oh Boo Radely,

It is not your fault that your mind is ingenious.

Oh Boo Radley,

Will you not come play with us?

-My Own Poem

~She Doesn't Love You Anymore~

I don't know how to deal 

With the emotions that I feel.

This pain inside 

Well it seems so unreal.

I've never felt this type of longing before.

I've never felt.

I've never felt.

I see you walk right on by.

Did you notice me?

I've loved you all along.

But she doesn't love you anymore.

I smile

Do you notice me this time?

I see your face.

Though rips my heart apart,

I'll be here for you.

And though it hurts

Can you hear me?

I try anyway

Are you listening?

Cause she don't love you anymore.

The pain inside

It shows in your eyes.

Be mine, be mine.

Be mine.

Cause I smile

Although it kills me.

I know I must be strong

For when you need a shoulder to cry on.

And I'll be here,

Cause I've loved you all along.

And I smile

Do you notice me?

I see your face.

Though it rips my hear apart,

I'll be here for you.

And though it hurts

Can you hear me?

I try anyway

Are you listening?

But she don't love you anymore.

-My Own Song

*Vincent*

Vincent Mallow is seven years old. 

He's always polite and does what he's told. 

For a boy his ages, he's considerate and nice,

But he wants to be just like Vincent Price. 

He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog and cats,

Though he'd rather share a home with spiders and bats. 

There, he could reflect on the horrors us invented,

And wander dark hallways, alone and tormented. 

Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him,

But imagines dipping her inward for his wax museum. 

He like to experiment on his dog, Abercrombie, 

In hopes of creating a horrible zombie. 

So he and his horrible zombie dog could go searching for victims in the London fog. 

His thoughts aren't of ghoulish crimes,

He likes to paint and read to pass some of the time. 

While other kids are reading books like "Go Jane, Go"

Vincent's favorite author is Edgar Allan Poe. 

One night while reading a gruesome tale, 

He read a passage that made him turn pale. 

Such horrible news he could not survive,

For his beautiful wife had been buried alive. 

He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead,

Unaware that her grave was his mothers flower bed. 

His mother sent Vincent off to his room,

He knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom. 

Where he was sentenced to spent the rest of his life, 

Alone with a portrait of his beautiful wife. 

While alone and insane, encased in his tomb,

His mother burst suddenly into the room. 

She said "If you want to, you can go out and play,

It's beautiful outside and a beautiful day."

Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn't speak,

The years of isolation made him quite weak. 

So he took out some paper and scrolled with a pen,

"I am possessed by this house and can never leave it again."

His mother said, "You are not possessed and you're not almost dead. These games that you play are all in your head. 

You're not Vincent Price, you're Vincent Malloy. 

You're not tormented or insane, you're just a young boy. 

You're seven years old and you are my son, 

I want you to go outside and have some real fun."

Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall

And Vincent back slowly against the wall. 

The room started to sway, to shiver and creek,

This horrible insanity had reached its peak. 

He saw Abercrombie, his zombie slave

And hear his wife call from beyond the grave. 

She spoke from her coffin and made ghoulish commands

While through creaking walls reached skeleton hands. 

Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams

Swept his mad laughter into terrible screams. 

To escape the madness he reached for the door

But fell limp and lifeless onto the floor. 

His voice was soft and very slow

As he quoted "The Raven" from Edgar Allan Poe. 

"And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor,

Shall be lifted -- nevermore."

-Tim Burton

*The Raven*

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary

Over many a quaint and curious volumes 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! 

-Edgar Allan Poe

-Jeff Foxworthy

" Find something in life that you love doing. If you make a lot of money, that's a bonus, and if you don't, you still won't hate going to work."

True Love - Pink ft. Lily Allen

Sometimes I hate every single stupid word you say

Sometimes I wanna slap you in your whole face

There's no one quite like you

You push all my buttons down

I know life would suck without you

At the same time, I wanna hug you

I wanna wrap my hands around your neck

You're an asshole but I love you

And you make me so mad I ask myself

Why I'm still here, or where could I go

You're the only love I've ever known

But I hate you, I really hate you,

So much, I think it must be

True love, true love

It must be true love

Nothing else can break my heart like

True love, true love,

It must be true love

No one else can break my heart like you

Just once try to wrap your little brain around my feelings

Just once please try not to be so mean

Repeat after me now R-O-M-A-N-C-E-E-E

Come on I'll say it slowly (romance)

You can do it babe

At the same time, I wanna hug you

I wanna wrap my hands around your neck

You're an asshole but I love you

And you make me so mad I ask myself

Why I'm still here, or where could I go

You're the only love I've ever known

But I hate you, I really hate you,

So much, I think it must be

True love, true love

It must be true love

Nothing else can break my heart like

True love, true love,

It must be true love

No one else can break my heart like you

(i love you) I think it must be love (i love you)

Why do you rub me off the wrong way?

Why do you say the things that you say?

Sometimes I wonder how we ever came to be

But without you I'm incomplete

I think it must be

True love, true love

It must be true love

Nothing else can break my heart like

True love, true love,

It must be true love

No one else can break my heart like you

No one else can break my heart like you (like you)

No one else can break my heart like you

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