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 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 me around 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.
Hey ya'll its karlie:)
the video not being posted is my fault im sorry i forgot my USB cord at my dads and i will get it posted ASAP. So this poem is kinda sad but its about a person being alone;loveing but never trulely being loved back:).I hope you enjoy it.
                     ----Karlie :)

Al Aaraaf

Sup guys it's Darian here. Sorry it's been so long since I've posted anything but I've had a lot going on these past 3 weeks, but I'm here now :) So this is a long poem/story by Edgar Allan Poe that I've just added a link to under the text so I don't have to type the whole thing out. This poem is about the love between 2 fallen angels. It is one of my absolute FAVORITES and I hope that you'll enjoy the message of finding love in any situation no matter the circumstances as much as I did :) Read on, poetry lovers. ;)
                 --Darian

                                                               Al Aaraaf

A Dream By:Edgar Allen Poe

 In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me broken-hearted.

Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?

That holy dream- that holy dream,While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.

What though that light, thro' storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?

Haii everyone this is Karlie:)
sorry about the videos not being posted yet i thought i could edit and upload but.. im not that smart so im sure that darian would'nt mind doing next time i see her:) thanks for being patient with darian and I:) so i hope that you like this poem about dreams i picked it because im tired and dreaming sounds like fun right about now:):) soo thanks for reading this and following us! k bye:)

The Bells. Poet of the Month Edgar Allen Poe

Hear the sledges with the bells-
                   Silver bells!
   What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
          How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,  In the icy air of night!
          While the stars that oversprinkle
          All the heavens, seem to twinkle  With a crystalline delight;
                Keeping time, time, time,
             In a sort of Runic rhyme,
   To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
             From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
                   Bells, bells, bells-
   From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

this is karlie:
so this poem is in the sprirt of christmas.MERRY CHRISTMAS YA'LL:):)

IV

Will there really be a "Morning"?
Is there such a thing as "Day"?
Could I see it from mountains?
If I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like water lilies?
Has it feathers like a bird?Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?

Oh some Scholar! Oh some sailor!Oh some Wise Men from the skies!
Please to tell a little Pilgrim
Where the place called "Morning" lies!


hey guys this is karlie:
i like this poem it talks of the morning i dont know i just love morning poems by emily  and if you watched the video im NOT asian!! Thanks for taking ya'lls time in reading this please keep following our post if you already are :):)

Video 2

So this video's a little better. Let's all avoid how terrible Darian looks on camera (I'm still working on it...). Enjoy!

Poet of the Month: Emily Dickinson

VI. (No Title)

If I can stop one heart from breaking,
I shall not live in vain;
If I can ease one life the aching,
Or help one fainting robin
Unto his nest again,
I shall not live in vain.


Darian here,
     Since Karlie stole my 2nd favorite poem last post...I picked another one of my favorites :) I chose this one because of it's selflessness. If everyone would live life with the same mindset as Emily had when she wrote this poem, there would never be anyone hurting in need of being comforted. Our primary thought when we wake up each morning should be "How can I help someone who needs it today?" Just think of the people that could be reached out to...the kid with no parents being shuttled from home to home, never really belonging anywhere. The insecure teenage girl searching to be loved by someone, but always being left alone. The mother that prayed so hard for so long, but lost her baby in the end...Everyone can use some love. Be selfless and prefer others above yourself. You'll be glad you did :)

Poet of the month:Emily Dickinson

Hope is the thing with feathers


Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.


hey this is karlie;
i LOVE this poem. The bird is beautiful and its song. And yet the bird asked for nothing for its music. i hope ya'll like this poem as much as me :):)

Video 1

First video post. Yeah it's bad but it'll get better soon :) Leave us your comments!

****We plan on having a video uploaded every Wednesday night after church because that's the only time we're together long enough to do it...in honor of Thanksgiving, however, we more than likely won't have on this Thursday because we'll be busy doing Thanksgiving Day stuff. 

Poet of the Month: Emily Dickinson

Real

I like a look of agony,

Because I know it's true;

Men do not sham convulsion,

Nor stimulate the throe.

The eyes glaze once, and that is 

death. 

Impossible to feign

The beads upon the forehead

By homely anguish strung.

Darian here. I chose this poem as the first of our many because of the truth that is so blunt in it. Who likes a hypocrite? Nobody. People can pretend all day that they're something they're not but it doesn't change the truth behind who they really are. Emily grasped this better than most people today and captured her feelings in this poem. To her, she'd rather see someone in agony or heartbreak because as emotional as humans are, there is no way to fake either of those emotions. She, herself, was the object of many "unreal" people throughout her life and could undoubtedly pin-point them from a mile away. So just think before you put up a front or try to be something you're not. The impact you can make in the world as yourself will be far greater than the failures you receive if you're not. Be REAL :)

The Beginning

Darian here,
     To the people who just-so-happened to stumble upon our blog, thank you. We're honored you've decided to check us out. We've never had a blog before so bear with us while we work out the kinks..we LOVE poetry and feel that sometimes it's under appreciated. The primary purpose of Mangled Friends is to re-kindle the love for poetry and to make the analysis of it fun. Granted, we're young and naive and have extremely busy schedules but we want our blog readers to be just as infatuated with deep, real, inspiring, poetry as we are. We'll have a poem a day that we'll analyze (I hate that word...it sounds so...school-ish...) and a video every Thursday. If anyone has any tips for us on ways to make Mangled Friends better, leave a comment. We're totally open to suggestions :)

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

     T.S. Elliot