I went and arrived at the scene Hoped I've missed what I've seen. Forget all the stars, welcomed the scars For every memories aren't worthy. Told you what's real over the deal Was it you? It's you! Maybe it's not you Maybe I'm just sick and tired Maybe I'm just a paranoid. What matters doesn't really matter I know what you are thinking I know why you are acting I know it's over.
I was never been burned,
not until I play fire.
Now see how it turned,
when I become a liar.
I jumped in to see a glimpse
of what is happiness inside.
But now it doesn’t make sense,
there’s nothing more to hide.
I was not ready for this;
to face the reality of me.
Struggling to find what I miss
and see how change can be.
I was naked facing the daylight.
I was free to go at sunset.
Then if I already know what is right,
Why did I go for a bet?
Featured Image: French ‘Portrait of a Man (Victor Considérant?)’, after 1830 Oil on canvas, 28.5 x 22 cm NG3686
Annabel Lee by E.A.P.
The poem is written by the classic literary persona, Edgar Allan Poe in May 1849. The poem appears few months before his death in the Southern Literary Messenger in November 1849. The poem is one of the most famous works of Poe. It can be easily guessed that it is a piece written as a dedication to someone whom he loves. This may refer to several women in Poe’s life but most literary scholars believe that the poem is dedicated in memory of Virginia Clemm. She is Poe’s wife who married him at the age of thirteen and died before she turned twenty-five in 1847. All the other women in Poe’s life, his mother and sister, also died young. This we can also trace his fascination about death-themed write-ups. Virginia’s death devastated Poe, who continued to abuse alcohol and drugs until his death.
The poem tells a story of an ideal female in an ideal setting. Fantasized and set in a beautiful kingdom by the sea; in the age of youth. The tone of the poem can be described as very dark, gloomy, and sad, No one is sure of the time that the poem takes place but it is hinted by the use of the word “sepulchre” which is a tomb, but was commonly used in the 13th century unlike today which hints that this occurred a very long time ago. Annabel Lee became the expression of his very soul. Its rhyme and rhythm encompassed a great many emotions, feelings, and desires that ranged from one spectrum to the other.
By CJ Lopez
Midnight memories are haunting me
No more sunshines to feel the day
For no more day, or days.
I already forgotten to live
No, you killed me
For love is my strength and lies are your weapon.
Right from the start you are killing me
From time to time; slowly by slowly.
Those times I treasured are now nightmares of the past.
The more I think about it, the more it kills.
Now you are freely living your life
Leaving me here with no life.
You have killed me
I hope you’re happy.
by CJ Lopez
Midnight's passed and he's still awake The tempting hours is testing Hey! What keeps the soul burning? Is it the mysteries of the late night ? Maybe just a late late show in his little way But do you mind what's with others mind? Unfocused and enjoying the devils night Is she right? She's paranoid, jealous And deep inside is asking A lot of questions haunting Would she trust someone who stays awake at night?
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by CJ Lopez
Days passed and she is still A woman in darkness nowhere to be found The burning soul screams For lust and admiration. She is lost, In this world of choices She chose to be lost I can't tell. Never been different from all A universe in an obsolete galaxy Waiting for the mysteries to be unfold But she's still there waiting to be called.
by CJ Lopez
It is anguish inside the moment I saw it A bad taste in one's mouth thinking about what caused this Too much for an overflowing river in an unwanted rainy season A late bloomer of consciousness, where is it when I need it? It's too late now I've decided my fate I lost it The battle of hearts Unequipped, unprepared Who has to blame?
by CJ Lopez
Let's all take time to appreciate the moon. Today's Monday and the universe is sparkling above us. Only few are lucky to have been blessed with the scene. A magnificent look of what life is. This life is our galaxy. Some shines like a star, A planet of possibilities maybe. Some are just like the moon, Who can't illuminate by himself. Who can't bring light as always to many. But what makes it special, Is its wonders and mysteries.
by CJ Lopez
Two roads diverged in a wood One is the path of many, The other is uncertain. They say life is worth risking, And the heart is our choice. I stood there thinking. What will be the right choice? The way of people who are sure Or the way that still needs to discover. I neglected the many. I took the road of nowhere. The path that challenges my capacity, To know what's beyond my world. The road where mysteries are to be unfold. The road where brave souls go. Two roads diverged in a wood. I took the one less traveled by, Now I'm lost.
On the road I stopped and see,
A family who shares so glee.
The image of moment I stare,
They were so fine, so fair.
How nice it is, a family of care.
A family of joy, a family who share.
The old people’s responsibility,
Are seen done in reality.
I bid farewell to the scene.
A perfect portrait kin.
On the road I walked alone,
To face the world my own.