Alone

Alone
by Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were- I have not seen

As others saw- I could not bring

My passions from a common spring-

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow- I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone-

And all I lov’d – I lov’d alone-

Then- in my childhood- in the dawn

Of a most stormy life- was drawn

From ev’ry depth of good and ill

The mystery which binds me still-

From the torrent, or the fountain-

From the red cliff of the mountain-

From the sun that ‘round me roll’d

In its autumn tint of gold-

From the lightning in the sky

As it pass’d me flying by-

From the thunder, and the storm-

And the cloud that took the form

(When the rest of Heaven was blue)

Of a demon in my view-

Alone
by Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.

From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.

Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

 

Valentine's Dreams

Bloody Mary weekend, take 1

Valentine’s card to imaginary possible girlfriends, take 1

"i love you... and i wish you were here

and you are NOT
so you must be some figment of my imagination
because, in some odd part of me, i somehow believe that you would make me, wildly, unoppressedly happy
you would make everything okay

and thats a very seductive thing

and as i pine for the fjords, and contemplate my life with that special woman...

i reject you... because i am so scared

that you might be right for me-(and - i might be right for you)
and in this oh-so-scarred world of pain and hate- that can't happen...

and, this is the part, where i reach out for you

and you, who have been waiting so long for me to unfuck myself and understand your love- and take your hand-

All you have to to do is - take it.

and suddenly, the magic is gone, and the chase is over- and your prince has knelt before you, diamonds glittering in hand, tears on his face

 

and your own hand drops. And you think of every excuse as to why this fairy tale should not end happily.

you may even tell him an excuse or two, as you walk away.

 

if you are merciful.

 

But, either way, once he is yours, you don't want him any longer.

 

And you move on, to your next (and his) broken heart.