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:):)