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**__A Ode to You and My Books__**
In my room I sit alone with you by my side I read surrounded by different books Books about mermaids, people who can fly, lions that roar on the highest mountains and dragons with wizards who caste magical spells I wonder if these worlds truly exist And my mind is filled with different dreams You and I sit together following the people if these worlds on their adventures We watch as the secrets and the stories of this world become our own And as the world fades to black once more our hands separate and you fade away from my mind. We live, dream, and venture through our own worlds promising to meet again When we look up at the sky we see that we have the same sky same stars, same sun, moon and dreams I turn to my side and see you and I realize that you never left me I know that these worlds are real or else...nobody would be able to write these stories

__**Sonet to Our Dreams **__
I watch my dreams fill my life through my head Some of these dreams I wish I will ne’ see And that they will always stay inside of me I lay inside and wonder on my bed Praying and thinking about the things you said I hope that my dreams will spread so I see The dreams I have that are so dear to me My dreams grow into a flower from seeds And when I open my eyes and see you And I know that I can see your large true love once more You and I can hold hands while our dreams soar. And you and I will keep them in our hearts No end to the love your dreams always send I know we’ll love each other in the end

__**A true friend **__
Do you see me? Or are you like everyone else sees me. Your eyes steering into the eyes with hope you’ll call and see as a true friend. No you turn away from me as though I am invisible. My eyes well with tears as I hope that you could see me, as a true friend I wish I could show you the person I truly am. Wishing that I can walk with you as the human I want to be, as a true friend. Smiling with you and holding your hand. To see your face and now that I am free,, as a true friend. I’d hold you hand, and never let go of it. I’d be with you forever as your lover and you’d see, as a true friend. I want to kiss your face and hold you tight so you wouldn’t fall Our happiness would be higher than all could see, as a true friend. When you get mad and me we would cry tears of pain together. Always returning to loving each other again never to flee from each other, as a true friend. If you get hurt, and you begin to cry, i’ll cry with you When your excited I’ll cry with you until you look at me, as a true friend. But instead you walk away from me unable to hear my voice Showing none of these feeling towards me, as a true friend. And as you walk away I take a breath in I scream at the top of my lungs with my heart as part of this scream and my heart leaves me, and as my body lays mixing in with the brown ground I run over to you and take you hand not as just the one you will always laugh with, show your feelings to and love, as a true friend.

In the poem "Since feeling is first" by E.E. Cumming he says to the lady
 * "Since feeling is first/ who pays any attention"
 * These two lines mean that things such as your feelings do not have to be payed attention to due to them being their own. A person does not have to reveal their feelings to the world because it would make would destroy the purpose of them being yours.

"I’d hold you hand, and never let go of it. I’d be with you forever as your lover and you’d see, as a true friend. I want to kiss your face and hold you tight so you wouldn’t fall Our happiness would be higher than all could see, as a true friend. When you get mad and me we would cry tears of pain together. Always returning to loving each other again never to flee from each other, as a true friend. If you get hurt, and you begin to cry, i’ll cry with you When your excited I’ll cry with you until you look at me, as a true friend."
 * A statement about your own poetry - at least one-half page long when written on Word (double spaced).** **You may choose to focus on content, literary strategies, commentary on specific poems...**
 * -For most of my life the poetry in which I have written dealt with the things that I feared that I would face or have faced. Which I why I loved the poet Edgar Allen Poe for the time in which I have been living. I wish to write poetry not to please myself but to read hoping that the spirits of the people that I loved who died can hear it and smile at me from their home in heaven or hell. I want my voice to be heard no matter how far people are away from me. For example in my poem, A true friend the text states,**
 * In my poem I show how when during this point in time there is someone that I like that I talk to everyday. This person I want to be more than a friend and I wish to tell them my true feelings but it seems that it is impossible to tell them without wanted to die after telling it to that person it due to fear that he won't understand my true feelings. I want more than just him to understand how I feel. I want the people who sit around me to see that I am not a girl who always talks about death and hates the people I sit around, but it seems like they never do hear my voice. To me, I feel that during one point in time everyone has a point in time where someone doesn't understand how they truly feel, which is why I want to be a true friend, someone that everyone can understand, and can someone that will be there when help is needed. This is main reason for writing...for being the way that I am. Which is why I want everyone to hear me...hear my voice so it will touch the hearts of all the people who I wanted to recognize me as a true friend.-_-(I hope it will come true some day.)**

__**Edgar Allen Poe Poetry**__
=Silence= code There are some qualities- some incorporate things, That have a double life, which thus is made A type of that twin entity which springs From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade. There is a two-fold Silence- sea and shore- Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places, Newly with grass o'ergrown; some solemn graces, Some human memories and tearful lore, Render him terrorless: his name's "No More." He is the corporate Silence: dread him not! No power hath he of evil in himself; But should some urgent fate (untimely lot!) Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf,     That haunteth the lone regions where hath trod      No foot of man,) commend thyself to God!

code =Annabel Lee= code 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.

code =Spirits of the Dead= code Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy.

Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness- for then The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee, are again In death around thee, and their will Shall overshadow thee; be still.

The night, though clear, shall frown, And the stars shall not look down From their high thrones in the Heaven With light like hope to mortals given, But their red orbs, without beam, To thy weariness shall seem As a burning and a fever Which would cling to thee for ever.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish, Now are visions ne'er to vanish; From thy spirit shall they pass No more, like dew-drop from the grass.

The breeze, the breath of God, is still, And the mist upon the hill Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken, Is a symbol and a token. How it hangs upon the trees, A mystery of mysteries!

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**__Edgar Allen Poe Analysis __**
Edgar Allen Poe was one of the most dark and mysterious poets during the 1800's/ Most of his stories and poems dealt with things that happened throughout his life. He faced things such as the death of his mother and wife due to the same deadly disease. The hatred in which his father showed towards Edgar Allen Poe before his father died on his death bed. The addictions that caused him to be kicked out of his college. And the sorrowful end of the poet himself after being found in a gutter on the street while coming home from a bar. The poet wrote a large amount of poems and stories dealing with the love that he had for his wife and mother. For example, in the poem, "Annabelle Lee the quote states, code "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."

code The poem was made in order to show the anger in which heaven had against Edgar Allen Poe and his dear wife. And how she was killed without mercy which sent him falling into a land of sadness. Along with this poem the poem, Silence was made by the great poet as well. This quote from the poem states, code "Newly with grass o'ergrown; some solemn graces,     Some human memories and tearful lore,      Render him terrorless: his name's "No More."      He is the corporate Silence: dread him not!        No power hath he of evil in himself;      But should some urgent fate (untimely lot!)"

code This poem was made from 3rd person. Edgar Allen Poe talks about how he stands in silence allowing the things that have happened to his occur. He talks about how his life has been filled with dreadful feelings but he feels as though he has done nothing evil that would cause him to face such problems. The feelings that he showed through this poem helps make people who feel as though they have had the worst life ever that they have it better and that they can make it through the day.

Another poem that is the best of all poems is the poem known as, Spirits of the Dead. Some text from the poem says, code "Thy soul shall find itself alone     'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone;      Not one, of all the crowd, to pry      Into thine hour of secrecy."

code To me as the reader the poems seems to talk about how the spirits of people trying to find their way back to the place in which they call home. Coming out during times when no one is around to see them, during a time where they are alone and they are in secrecy. This poem was one of the many that spoke to many people in the world. code code

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