A Note

So umm.. I got my laptop back from TechGuys. I sent it in for repairs because it kept jacking up. And erm, yeah, I got it back. With a new hardrive. So basically. I lost everything. I'm working to try and and get my files back from the old hardrive at the moment, so it might be a while before I post any of my own stuff but I'll probably still be posting other people's work, just stuff that inspires me, keeps me going through the hard times and such like.

I hope you're all having an awesome October holiday. Halloween this year is going to be one to remember. At least for my friends and I. I hope you guys enjoy the night ! <3




Peace.

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Edgar Allan Poe's 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.

I was a child and she 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 winged 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, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman 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 the cloud by night,
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 feel 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 the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.



I really love this poem.  Edgar Allan Poe is such an inspiration, I watched a documentary on his life last night and it just made me admire him so much more, he truly was an amazing poet, novelist and to be honest, a hopeless romantic.



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Sunday Morning

All was silent when I left the house at six thirty this morning. Outside I was enveloped in darkness. Not sinister though..gentle..and somewhat comforting, as though Folkestone was wrapped up in a soft warm blanket. The whole neighbourhood was asleep. After a short while, I was able to see without the aid of the street lights and a few birds began to sing. I was walking up a steep hill when I noticed that from where I was stood, the entire left side of the sky was a ruby red, the other half as pastel blue. I watched as the colours changed. The left half began to turn a deep orange as the sun rose. Meanwhile, scarlet clouds drifted to the right- across the emerald hills and the sun illuminated the ivory outline of the white horse. No camera lense could capture the astounding beauty seen through the naked eye. Nor could words on a page or brush strokes upon canvas. I suppose no one will truly understand the breath taking beauty I saw this morning. I tore my eyes way from the sky for just one second but when I looked back up, it was gone. The sky was a simple blue, littered with fluffy white clouds- as always. But beautiful, none the less.


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The Reminder

We didn’t work out, we didn’t last long
but I think of you always
when I hear that song.
It’s a constant reminder of us, you see
and how we were together
when it was just you and me.

I guess it’s fate, we’re not meant to be
But my heart is locked
and you have the key.
I don’t feel anymore, I never laugh
My heart is in two, why can’t you see ?
You have the other half and I need you with me.




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Last Night

A slender pale hand slams down on the alarm clock
switching it to snooze
she suffers from a headache, last night’s booze
still half asleep, memories quickly flood in
a broken heart,  an awful breakup
she looks in the mirror, last night’s makeup
she hears the shower switch off and a person emerges
he smiles at her and she stares, wide awake
an unfamiliar face, last night’s mistake.




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Hello, October

Red leaves crunch beneath her brown suede boots.
The air is crisp and fresh.
She stumbles over the oak trees roots
and smiles at her own clumsiness.

Warm, brown conkers litter the floor
And the sun shines bright in the October morn
she passes the local shop.
Pumpkins are for sale, autumn has been born.




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