A TALE OF LIFE: Page One

LOOK STRAIGHT

We can close our eyes for us not to see.
We can cover our ears for us not to hear.
We can shut our mouth and choose not to speak.
We can stay and choose not to move
But I am myself, and I am different
I spoke the way I should speak
And walk a very good talk
They heard me
They don’t like it
Some think I was great
But I choose to continue
For I know what to do
I am me and you can be you too.

 

Paranoid

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.

SHORT ANALYSIS: Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

Annabel Lee by E.A.P.

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 wingèd 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 kinsmen 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 her sepulchre there by the sea—

   In her tomb by the sounding sea.

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ANALYSIS:

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.

To You Who Killed Me

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.
From the start you are killing me
Time to time; slowly by slowly.
The times treasured are now nightmares of the past.
The more thoughts to think, 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.

Unasked Late Night Thoughts

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? 

 

Image:  Carlos Martz / Flickr

Mary

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.

i

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?

moonday

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.

The Road Taken

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

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.