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Another misspelled rhyme
written in the book of time
In one page I've spent all my life
Ink ain't even dry. I've been living in a lie?
How could I trust in someone of your kind?

And I got today another letter in the mail
I can't read it here, not today
And when years go by
the unopened letter meets my eye
I'm older and wiser, but still afraid

What if I read it and it is - full of love
How can I face it if I am wrong

Do you feel? Do you care about me?
Did you wait and love all this time?

I am here, would you come and find me
does your writing guide me thru this all

What if I'll read it and it is - full of love
What if you'll tell me that I am wrong

Do you feel? Do you care about me?
Did you wait and love all this time?

I am here, would you come and find me
does your writing guide me thru this all







The way is long, time is too short
this little footpath seems never to end
Green are the trees, musk on the stones
how it looks strange this mystical world
Sweet smelling rose what do you hide
behind your innocence red like my blood

Hungry for victory, hungry for love
love for the earth that made her son
strong and invincible serving my cry
go now and ride there where dragons fly
The rocks appear in front of me
when the first shadows pretude to dark
Near is your end wild holy path
open my eyes to what the sun hides
Beloved mountain what do you hide
Where does your river flow, I want to know

Hungry for victory, hungry for love
love for the earth that made her son
strong and invincible serving my cry
go now and ride there where dragons fly




The prayers have been spoken
may the gods be on my side
may they join my way to bring me victory
seven at one stroke
my triumph and my pride
will be history
but behind my enemies eyes
a soul in disguise
not only lies

We live to fight the hand of doom
we got the pride to strike a fool
vain glory be my wicked guide

what`s heck without a paradise
what`s the night without a day
we would think it`s bright
what`s a fall if we can`t rise
what`s a hero at a play
without a fool to fight

but behind my enemies eyes
a soul in disguise
not only lies

but behind my enemies eyes
a soul in disguise
not only lies






There you go.... spam at the heart broken way, HAHAHAHAHHAHA


back to bed, cya later yummy food :devil:

Beowulf? I had to do a comic on that bloody story in Brit lit.
Good story, but evil to make a comic about.


I'm back now...GameFAQ had nothing new. >_>
META! :thumbup:

Who's that by meta?

Edit: If he gets to post some random jabber I am going to honor the poem that we're playing the game by. Read it or Poe will rise out of his grave and eat you all O_O

I'll be nice and use spoilers cuz I'm a little angel :D

<!--SPOILER BEGIN--><div onClick="openClose('9bc95ca74fda82456ddb96cd15bbf42c')" style="font-weight: bold;cursor:hand">Click For Spoiler</div><div id="9bc95ca74fda82456ddb96cd15bbf42c" style="display:none"><!--SPOILER END-->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 someone 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 forevermore.


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 the 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, something 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 the 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 blessed 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 that 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 sad soul 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."

Thus 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, O 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 of 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!<!--SPOILER DIV--></div><!--SPOILER DIV-->

If I could marry a piece of literature.. I would marry The Raven.. it's so incredibly sexy.

Quote:Originally posted by Mirumoto Meta@Oct 6 2005, 08:21 PM
And now that I'm spamming, I'm dead hungry *eats a spamburger with garfield inside*

Hey! You're eating my stunt double, stop that!

I feel your pain Armi... we had to make a comic about both the abridged and unabridged versions of it in 7th grade. The abridged had no story and the unabridged had way too much... still, I got an A+ on it =D

Aura, are you saying that Spamburgers taste bad? I had three... once by mistake, twice on a dare. They actually tasted okay o_O

My spam is prettier ;_;

Current Song: If You Go Away by Emiliana Torrini
So pretty :mellow: You must listen to it.. so weird.. too...

Quote:Originally posted by garfield22222@Oct 6 2005, 05:22 PM
Hey! You're eating my stunt double, stop that!

I'm going for the third :devil:

*adds mustard with armi's bbq sauce*

Send me the song then, and my spam is not pretty, is wild *throws spamburgers to the sky and eats them all over there with a high jump*

I loss more and more stunt doubles each day, some to sueing and being throw in jail, some to being destoyed, and now some being put in a spam burger in being eaten. Well, I'm NOT going to take it! *gets a guitar out and starts singing*

I'm not gonna take it!
No, I ain't gonna take it!
I'm not gonna take it, anymore!


... curse you evil 7 up commercial for having gotten that song stuck in my head countless times...

Songs suck, gogo poems =D

Here's one of my favorites:<!--SPOILER BEGIN--><div onClick="openClose('c3fe452ef12accfdb916785093e131ce')" style="font-weight: bold;cursor:hand">Click For Spoiler</div><div id="c3fe452ef12accfdb916785093e131ce" style="display:none"><!--SPOILER END-->
A hazy sort of stillness,

Lays about in silver air

A mirror of remembrance,

Shows what had once happened there.

A silent sort of struggle,

Full of sugar coated fear

A spirit gliding peacefully,

A chocolate bar, a tear.

A whisper breaking through the dark,

A strand of melody

The sounds of padding footsteps

Holding sorrows faithfully.

The crevices of limestone walls,

Of stony, web-lined caves

A drop of dew, a memory—

She pines, and hopes, and craves.

With a sudden burst of longing

She steps from her web-lined cage

She takes her first breath of fresh air,

And exhales all her rage.

Her first view of the world outside

Is a neat row of hedges

She spots a single, fallen leaf

Caressing its crisp edges

The silky, vibrant, lonely leaf

Had found itself astray

But just like her, it would still shine

And see another day<!--SPOILER DIV--></div><!--SPOILER DIV-->

I haven't listened to any songs outside of movies for the last 4 months

:oops:

Come on everyone I've found a baddie/mexican

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Pedro