My Heros

Alone<br /> <br /> From childhood's hour I have not been<br />As others were; I have not seen<br />As others saw; I could not bring<br />My passions from a common spring.<br />From the same source I have not taken<br />My sorrow; I could not awaken<br />My heart to joy at the same tone;<br />And all I loved, I loved alone.<br />Then- in my childhood, in the dawn<br />Of a most stormy life- was drawn<br />From every depth of good and ill<br />The mystery which binds me still:<br />From the torrent, or the fountain,<br />From the red cliff of the mountain,<br />From the sun that round me rolled<br />In its autumn tint of gold,<br />From the lightning in the sky<br />As it passed me flying by,<br />From the thunder and the storm,<br />And the cloud that took the form<br />(When the rest of Heaven was blue)<br />Of a demon in my view.<br /><br /> -Edgar Allen Poe<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />For this next one, if you can't understand spanish, all I can say is I'm sorry and tough luck.<br /><br />Vida<br /><br />Después de todo, todo ha sido nada<br />A pesar de que un dìa lo fue todo.<br />Después de nada, o después de todo<br />Supe que todo no era màs que nada.<br /><br />Grito, "Todo!", y el eco dice "Nada!"<br />Grito "Nada!", y el eco dice "Todo!"<br />Ahora se que la nada lo era todo<br />Y todo era ceniza de la nada.<br /><br />No queda nada de lo que fue nada.<br />(Era ilusiòn lo que creìa todo<br />y que, en definitiva, era la nada.)<br /><br />Qué màs da que la nada fuera nada<br />Si màs nada serà, después de todo,<br />Después de tanto todo para nada<br /><br /> -José Hierro<br /><br />Just for the record, I think spanish have some amazing poets and to be able to read them in original language rocks.

My Heros

Alone 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 com...

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Emo, ummmmm poetry???

Yep. This is what happens when you stick me and Ozie in a room, all alone, with only a rinky-dinky old computer to pass the time.....<br />Anyway, let's get on with this.<br /><br />EZYOZIEFOOLSFORROCK<br /><br />Tears like spears<br />Eating at my insides<br />Tearing out the pages<br />Of my long forgotten life<br /><br />Kagaroos in the forest<br />And zebras in the jungle<br />Hippos on the moon<br />The cow ran out of milk<br /><br />Jump jump and never stop<br />Fly away and lose your top<br />Eat coconuts on an island<br />Sink with the atomic bomb<br /><br />Handprints dripping paint<br />That tainted your presence<br />What was supposed to be a saint<br />Instead brought a wrong essence<br /><br />I know, you don't have to tell us. It's just beautiful.<br />We are so winning the noble prize for literature with this Oz.

Emo, ummmmm poetry???

Yep. This is what happens when you stick me and Ozie in a room, all alone, with only a rinky-dinky old computer to pass the time..... Anyway...

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