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Soy una persona extremadamente complicada y un poco sarcastica.................................................. ..........Vincent Malloy is seven years old, / He's always polite and does what he's told. / For a boy his age he's considerate and nice, / But he wants to be just like Vincent Price. / He doesn't mind living with his sister, dog and cat, / Though he'd rather share a home with spiders and bats. / There he could reflect on the horrors he's invented, / And wander dark hallways alone and tormented. / Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him, / But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum. / He likes to experiment on his dog Abercrombie, / In the 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 only of ghoulish crime, / He likes to paint and read to pass the time. / While other kids read 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 mother's 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 spend the rest of his life, / Alone with a portrait of his beautiful wife. / While alone and insane, encased in his tomb, / Vincent's mother suddenly burst into the room. / "If you want to you can go outside and play. / It's sunny outside and a beautiful day." / Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn't speak, / The years of isolation had made him quite weak. / So he took out some paper, and scrawled with a pen, / "I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again." / His mother said, "You're 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're my son, / I want you to get outside and have some real fun." / Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall, / While Vincent backed slowly against the wall. / The room started to sway, to shiver and creak. / His horrid insanity had reached its peak. / He saw Abercrombie his zombie slave, / And heard his wife call from beyond the grave. / She spoke from her coffin, and made ghoulish demands. / While through cracking walls reached skeleton hands. / Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams, / Swept his mad laugh to terrified screams. / To escape the madness, he reached for the door, / But fell limp and lifeless down on 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!"


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La Nada (p.2, vol.11)

Vienes, regresas, siempre regresas y te paras justo delante de mi, estiras los brazos hacia los lados, te pones en tu pose de Jesucristo y me miras a los ojos como diciéndome aquí estoy ya puedes ente...
Posted by on Mon, 13 Apr 2009 11:48:00 GMT

What I Have and What You Own

To the love of my life, you know i love you so...At the end of the dayi believe i have it alli have a house in an islandi have birds in my treesI can hear their songsevery dawn in my windowi feel happ...
Posted by on Mon, 30 Mar 2009 12:34:00 GMT

Desconocido

Estaba sentado en un parque en el pastode repente ella vino a mi y me dijote ves tan solo y desconocido, amigoque me haces sentir que no estoy sola, cariñoYo la miré, le sonreí y le tendí mi manole ay...
Posted by on Thu, 28 Aug 2008 11:10:00 GMT

Unknown

I was laying on the ground in the parkwhen she came and said to me you look so unknown my friendthat makes me feel im not alone anymore I smiled back to her and gave her my handi helped her to sit by ...
Posted by on Wed, 27 Aug 2008 10:32:00 GMT

Love

On the blinding light of the sulphur river on the waywhere life cant be conceived or even rememberedthe ground around it filled with blood and feardead hope in the eyes of the ones that lay beneath it...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Aug 2008 10:36:00 GMT

Cenizas

No hay mas que cenizas en mi mano, cenizas que no se lleva el viento porque están mojadas, cenizas de un origen incierto, cenizas cuyo pasado no existe en mi recuerdo. No hay mas que cenizas en mi man...
Posted by on Thu, 21 Aug 2008 09:25:00 GMT

Perdido

No, no soy lo mejor que te puedes encontrar, y nunca lo seré. Las cosas han cambiado, o a lo mejor yo fui el que cambié. Sigo siendo una persona decente, pero ya no soy el de ayer.   Perdido, e...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Aug 2008 10:26:00 GMT

Gris

Hoy no es un día especial, no lo ha sido en ningun momento. No es raro, es solamente otro día que viene y se va y que jamás sera recordado. Hoy no es un dia especial.
Posted by on Sun, 17 Aug 2008 18:30:00 GMT

Love Me in the Shades

Love me in the shadeswhere the light leaves no tracethe sun brings me a heart achei dont like to feel this way I cried some tears to forgetbut it was impossible againi cant forget the sun rainplease l...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Aug 2008 09:15:00 GMT

Pequeño Fragmento de Marina

...Recorrió el lugar turístico mas famoso del puerto observando a las personas que iban y venían, estudiando los rostros de cada una de ellas, preguntándose de donde vendrían y hacia donde irían, crea...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Aug 2008 20:08:00 GMT