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Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe

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.

» Posted By Hannah S On 10.19.2011 @ 1:11 pm


“Can I give you some advice?” “Sure.” “You’re not going to like it.” “That’s ok.” “Ok. You got married too fast.” “That’s not advice.” “I told you!”

Oh Friends. My favorite show. It’s timeless.

» Posted By Hannah S On 10.16.2011 @ 9:42 am


It’s a mystery to me of what is going to happen. It’s all a total blur, in fact much less clear than that. I just leave it, though. I am happy with the present, and that’s all that matters, right? I will just live life as I feel like. We will see how that happens, but until the future, I will just not worry.

» Posted By Hannah S On 10.08.2011 @ 6:11 pm


Why does it seem like my morality is much stricter and more ridiculous when compared to others? Do I just value more things than everyone else? Is everyone just much more ok with the crap in this world? Should I have been born in the 18th century?

» Posted By Hannah S On 10.04.2011 @ 3:35 pm


I suppose everyone has to do this. High school. I suppose that life is completely dull for everyone at some point. I suppose I have the ability and the opportunities to make my life more exciting. I suppose I can work on this.

» Posted By Hannah S On 10.03.2011 @ 5:57 pm


The air, I can literally feel it. It’s dense with magic. I can practically see it oozing out of the pages and into the atmosphere around me, like the books alone can’t contain it. Everything must be read.

» Posted By Hannah S On 09.28.2011 @ 2:47 pm


Senior year. Preoccupied not just with your classes, which entitle 3 times the workload of any other year, but also next year. What school are you going to, what you want to major in, applications, scholarships, separating from lifelong friends, etc.

» Posted By Hannah S On 09.25.2011 @ 10:58 am


Barty Crouch. Ugh, that man really bothered me. To accuse your son and send your own wife to her death is just awful. I was so angry with him, but so happy that he was caught. I hate death eaters.

» Posted By Hannah S On 09.20.2011 @ 4:21 pm


Celebration. Christmas. December. Winter. Snow. Cold. Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving Food. Food. Orange. Warmth. Space heater. Blanket. Scarves. Mittens. Frost. Snow.

» Posted By Hannah S On 09.19.2011 @ 2:51 pm


A brick wall may feel like it’s strong enough to protect me, but in this shootout, I know better. I try to find a clear path, an invisible path. I need to get out of here. I turn and see him telling me to fall back. He will take care of it.

» Posted By Hannah S On 09.17.2011 @ 12:23 pm


A clutch on the parchment hidden in my pouch, hoping no one can see it through my sweatshirt. It’s not that if I don’t deliver it soon a lot won’t happen, but it’s what will happen that scares me.

» Posted By Hannah S On 09.16.2011 @ 2:02 pm


Average. I am the epitome of mediocrity. Everything I do is just OK. Nothing is amazing or unbelievable. There is no obvious future for me. No one, not even me, knows what I’m going to do when I grow up. I have no major interests. It’s so annoying the way mediocrity can just creep on a life and suffocate it until it has no soul.

» Posted By Hannah S On 09.15.2011 @ 4:25 pm


I have always been at the bar. I have never set it. Mediocrity is me. I am not known for anything. I read a lot, but that is all that is special about me. Unless…

» Posted By Hannah S On 09.08.2011 @ 2:41 pm


My existence means something. I am here for a reason. Whether or not that reason has come to play or not already, I don’t know. I don’t think about. I just keep living everyday like that reason is still coming. I don’t need to keep wondering about why I am here, I just need to worry about what I’m going to do while I’m here.

» Posted By Hannah S On 09.07.2011 @ 2:03 pm


An ant is crawling on my arm, but I don’t care. I don’t want to move; I’m too afraid even a breath will break this magic. It goes down my arm and crawls on to the page of the book, nesting on the words “Expecto Patronum”.

» Posted By Hannah S On 09.05.2011 @ 6:04 pm


Pepper. In a moment I’m sneezing my nose off because I accidentally inhaled some when adding it into my soup. One thing I love about winter is how I can eat soup.

» Posted By Hannah S On 09.03.2011 @ 2:47 pm


Salt and light. That is what I have to be. What is wrong with this world, you ask? A lot of things. Mainly the fact that people are not people anymore. They are robots doing what they think is right, according to society. People who do not want to live. I need to bring in the salt, bring in the flavor, raise the human race’s low blood pressure.

» Posted By Hannah S On 09.02.2011 @ 1:23 pm


I am walking down the avenue, not really knowing where to go. My shoes against the cobblestones gives me an indefinable pleasure that keeps me going. I just want to keep hearing that clop clop clop. I don’t want to stop going. I don’t want to turn around.

» Posted By Hannah S On 08.31.2011 @ 3:14 pm


As a secretary, I just sit at my desk. I work for someone else. It’s the same every day. Trapped behind a computer and a phone. I need to do something more with my life. I just don’t know what. I go looking for adventure, but there are none left in this world. How am I supposed to get out of this cycle that goes nowhere?

» Posted By Hannah S On 08.27.2011 @ 7:26 pm


It’s raining. I am without an umbrella. I am running through downtown, trying to find a friendly place to be my cover, but it seems like i am just passing walls without doors. I can’t find any haven! Then finally, there is the bookstore. The smell of old pages with dense stories fills my lungs and warms my body as if I were never wet at all. I have to look outside to make sure it is still raining.

» Posted By Hannah S On 08.24.2011 @ 3:54 pm


I missed my chance. He was gone and now I will not see him again. Maybe in a year we will run into each other, but most likely our paths only intersect once. He will not remember me in 20 years and I will spend those same 20 years trying to forget him.

» Posted By Hannah S On 08.19.2011 @ 5:11 pm


I want some answers. I want answers about my future. I hate not knowing, especially when it comes to something as important as this. I need to know; why won’t He just answer one question when I ask? I wish I was given an answer about where I am going.

» Posted By Hannah S On 08.11.2011 @ 11:16 am


I pull on my pajama pants elastic, wanting the pain of the reaction. It helps me know I am awake, even though the cold air alone can do that for me. It’s pitch black outside and I can see nothing. Maybe the sound was imagined, but I know what I heard.

» Posted By Hannah S On 08.10.2011 @ 11:12 am


The brick in the wall ages just as the hand of a man. It tells the story of where it was placed and what it was used for. It could tell stories of the people who walked by and revealed their secrets right near it.

» Posted By Hannah S On 08.09.2011 @ 9:58 am

I walked around the wall and inspected the old, red bricks. I traced the mold with my finger, feeling what men once worked for. An indent went under my skin and revealed a loose brick. I took a knife to remove it and saw what changed my life forever.

» Posted By Hannah S On 08.09.2011 @ 8:16 am

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