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To be totally honest I don't care for this site at all. However in an attempt to appease everyone else I made an account. Since people keep claiming to not get this layout I will point out the navigation arrows right below this text, as well as the scroll bar on the side. For those of you who think you know me you probably don't. Even if you see me on a daily basis chances are you have no idea who I am as a person. Especially those of you who would venture to call me "emo", "goth", "punk", "skater", etc. I am sick and tired of people abusing stereotypes they heard some other arrogant person use incorrectly. In the event you have read this far and still have any interest in getting to know me, talk to me, don't question those who you think might know me. I'm a very easy person to approach, or there is always the ways of the web. Otherwise I have little else to say to you, good day. I have also as you will see decided not to fill out the profile sections as they are intended, for the most part. I have instead posted a few poems, by either myself or others. Let me know what you think about them. ..
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~Dreams~ Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream! My spirit not awakening, till the beam Of an Eternity should bring the morrow. Yes! tho' that long dream were of hopeless sorrow, 'Twere better than the cold reality Of waking life, to him whose heart must be, And hath been still, upon the lovely earth, A chaos of deep passion, from his birth. But should it be- that dream eternally Continuing- as dreams have been to me In my young boyhood- should it thus be given, 'Twere folly still to hope for higher Heaven. For I have revell'd, when the sun was bright I' the summer sky, in dreams of living light And loveliness,- have left my very heart In climes of my imagining, apart From mine own home, with beings that have been Of mine own thought- what more could I have seen? 'Twas once- and only once- and the wild hour From my remembrance shall not pass- some power Or spell had bound me- 'twas the chilly wind Came o'er me in the night, and left behind Its image on my spirit- or the moon Shone on my slumbers in her lofty noon Too coldly- or the stars- howe'er it was That dream was as that night-wind- let it pass.I have been happy, tho' in a dream. I have been happy- and I love the theme: Dreams! in their vivid coloring of life, As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife Of semblance with reality, which brings To the delirious eye, more lovely things Of Paradise and Love- and all our own! Than young Hope in his sunniest hour hath known.Edgar Allan PoeView All Friends | View Blog | View Pics | AddComment

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