I
My hair is grey, but not with years,
Nor grew it white
In a single night,1
As men's have grown from sudden fears:
My limbs are bow'd, though not with toil,
But rusted with a vile repose,
For they have been a dungeon's spoil,
And mine has been the fate of those
To whom the goodly earth and air
Are bann'd, and barr'd -- forbidden fare;
But this was for my father's faith
I suffer'd chains and courted death;
That father perish'd at the stake
For tenets he would not forsake;
And for the same his lineal race
In darkness found a dwelling-place;
We were seven - who now are one,
Six in youth and one in age,
Finish'd as they had begun,
Proud of Persecution's rage;
One in fire, and two in field,
Their belief with blood have seal'd:
Dying as their father died,
For the God their foes denied; --
Three were in a dungeon cast,
Of whom this wreck is left the last.

II
There are seven pillars of Gothic mould,
In Chillon's dungeons deep and old,
There are seven columns massy and grey,
Dim with a dull imprison'd ray.
A sunbeam which hath lost its way,
And through the crevice and the cleft
Of the thick wall is fallen and left:
Creeping o'er the floor so damp,
Like a marsh's meteor lamp:
And in each pillar there is a ring,
And in each ring there is a chain;
That iron is a cankering thing,
For in these limbs its teeth remain,
With marks that will not wear away,
Till I have done with this new day,
Which now is painful to these eyes,
Which have not seen the sun so rise
For years -- I cannot count them o'er,
I lost their long and heavy score
When my last brother droop'd and died,
And I lay living by his side.

III
They chain'd us each to a column stone,
And we were three -- yet, each alone;
We could not move a single pace,
We could not see each other's face,
But with that pale and livid light
That made us strangers in our sight:
And thus together -- yet apart,
Fetter'd in hand, but pined in heart;
'Twas still some solace, in the dearth
Of the pure elements of earth,
To hearken to each other's speech,
And each turn comforter to each
With some new hope or legend old,
Or song heroically bold;
But even these at length grew cold.
Our voices took a dreary tone,
An echo of the dungeon stone,
A grating sound -- not full and free
As they of yore were wont to be;
It might be fancy -- but to me
They never sounded like our own.

IV
I was the eldest of the three,
And to uphold and cheer the rest
I ought to do -- and did my best
And each did well in his degree.
The youngest, whom my father loved,
Because our mother's brow was given
To him - with eyes as blue as heaven,
For him my soul was sorely moved:
And truly might it be distressed
To see such bird in such a nest;
For he was beautiful as day --
(When day was beautiful to me
As to young eagles being free)
A polar day, which will not see
A sunset till its summer's gone
Its sleepless summer of long light
The snow-clad offspring of the sun:
And thus he was as pure and bright,
And in his natural spirit gay,
With tears for nought but others' ills,
And then they flow'd like mountain rills,
Unless he could assuage the woe
Which he abhorr'd to view below

V
The other was as pure of mind,
But form'd to combat with his kind;
Strong in his frame, and of a mood
Which 'gainst the world in war had stood,
And perish'd in the foremost rank
With joy: -- but not in chains to pine:
His spirit wither'd with their clank,
I saw it silently decline
And so perchance in sooth did mine:
But yet I forced it on to cheer
Those relics of a home so dear
He was a hunter of the hills,
Had follow'd there the deer and wolf;
To him this dungeon was a gulf,
And fetter'd feet the worst of ills

VI
Lake Leman lies by Chillon's walls:
A thousand feet in depth below
Its massy waters meet and flow;
Thus much the fathom-line was sent
From Chillon's snow-white battlement,2
Which round about the wave inthrals:
A double dungeon wall and wave
Have made -- and like a living grave.
Below the surface of the lake
The dark vault lies wherein we lay,
We heard it ripple night and day;
Sounding o'er our heads it knock'd;
And I have felt the winter's spray
Wash through the bars when winds were high
And wanton in the happy sky;
And then the very rock hath rock'd,
And I have felt it shake, unshock'd,
Because I could have smiled to see
The death that would have set me free

VII
I said my nearer brother pined,
I said his mighty heart declined,
He loathed and put away his food;
It was not that 'twas coarse and rude,
For we were used to hunter's fare,
And for the like had little care:
The milk drawn from the mountain goat
Was changed for water from the moat,
Our bread was such as captive's tears
Have moisten'd many a thousand years,
Since man first pent his fellow men
Like brutes within an iron den;
But what were these to us or him?
These wasted not his heart or limb;
My brother's soul was of that mould
Which in a palace had grown cold,
Had his free breathing been denied
The range of the steep mountain's side;
But why delay the truth? -- he died.
I saw, and could not hold his head,
Nor reach his dying hand -- nor dead, --
Though hard I strove, but strove in vain,
To rend and gnash my bonds in twain.
He died - and they unlock'd his chain,
And scoop'd for him a shallow grave
Even from the cold earth of our cave.
I begg'd them, as a boon, to lay
His corse in dust whereon the day
Might shine -- it was a foolish thought,
But then within my brain it wrought,
That even in death his freeborn breast
In such a dungeon could not rest.
I might have spared my idle prayer --
They coldly laugh'd -- and laid him there:
The flat and turfless earth above
The being we so much did love;
His empty chain above it leant,
Such murder's fitting monument!

VIII
But he, the favourite and the flower,
Most cherish'd since his natal hour,
His mother's image in fair face,
The infant love of all his race,
His martyr'd father's dearest thought,
My latest care, for whom I sought
To hoard my life, that his might be
Less wretched now, and one day free;
He, too, who yet had held untired
A spirit natural or inspired --
He, too, was struck, and day by day
Was wither'd on the stalk away.
Oh, God! it is a fearful thing
To see the human soul take wing
In any shape, in any mood: --
I've seen it rushing forth in blood,
I've seen it on the breaking ocean
Strive with a swoln convulsive motion,
I've seen the sick and ghastly bed
Of Sin delirious with its dread:
But these were horrors -- this was woe
Unmix'd with such -- but sure and slow:
He faded, and so calm and meek,
So softly worn, so sweetly weak,
So tearless, yet so tender -- kind,
And grieved for those he left behind;
With all the while a cheek whose bloom
Was as a mockery of the tomb,
Whose tints as gently sunk away
As a departing rainbow's ray --
An eye of most transparent light,
That almost made the dungeon bright,
And not a word of murmur -- not
A groan o'er his untimely lot, --
A little talk of better days,
A little hope my own to raise,
For I was sunk in silence -- lost
In this last loss, of all the most;
And then the sighs he would suppress
Of fainting nature's feebleness,
More slowly drawn, grew less and less:
I listen'd, but I could not hear --
I call'd, for I was wild with fear;
I knew 'twas hopeless, but my dread
Would not be thus admonished;
I call'd, and thought I heard a sound
I burst my chain with one strong bound,
And rush'd to him: -- I found him not,
I only stirr'd in this black spot,
I only lived -- I only drew
The accursed breath of dungeon-dew;
The last -- the sole -- the dearest link
Between me and the eternal brink,
Which bound me to my failing race,
Was broken in this fatal place.
One on the earth, and one beneath --
My brothers -- both had ceased to breathe:
I took that hand which lay so still,
Alas! my own was full as chill;
I had not strength to stir, or strive,
But felt that I was still alive --
A frantic feeling, when we know
That what we love shall ne'er be so.
I know not why
I could not die,
I had no earthly hope - but faith,
And that forbade a selfish death.

IX
What next befell me then and there
I know not well - I never knew --
First came the loss of light, and air,
And then of darkness too:
I had no thought, no feeling -- none --
Among the stones I stood a stone,
And was, scarce conscious what I wist,
As shrubless crags within the mist
For all was blank, and bleak, and grey,
It was not night -- it was not day,
It was not even the dungeon-light,
So hateful to my heavy sight,
But vacancy absorbing space,
And fixedness -- without a place;
There were no stars -- no earth -- no time
No check -- no change -- no good -- no crime
But silence, and a stirless breath
Which neither was of life nor death;
A sea of stagnant idleness,
Blind, boundless, mute, and motionless!

X
A light broke in upon my brain, --
It was the carol of a bird;
It ceased, and then it came again,
The sweetest song ear ever heard,
And mine was thankful till my eyes
Ran over with the glad surprise,
And they that moment could not see
I was the mate of misery;
But then by dull degrees came back
My senses to their wonted track,
I saw the dungeon walls and floor
Close slowly round me as before,
I saw the glimmer of the sun
Creeping as it before had done,
But through the crevice where it came
That bird was perch'd, as fond and tame,
And tamer than upon the tree;
A lovely bird, with azure wings,
And song that said a thousand things,
And seem'd to say them all for me!
I never saw its like before,
I ne'er shall see its likeness more:
It seem'd like me to want a mate,
But was not half so desolate,
And it was come to love me when
None lived to love me so again,
And cheering from my dungeon's brink,
Had brought me back to feel and think.
I know not if it late were free,
Or broke its cage to perch on mine,
But knowing well captivity,
Sweet bird! I could not wish for thine!
Or if it were, in winged guise,
A visitant from Paradise;
For -- Heaven forgive that thought! the while
Which made me both to weep and smile;
I sometimes deem'd that it might be
My brother's soul come down to me;
But then at last away it flew,
And then 'twas mortal -- well I knew,
For he would never thus have flown,
And left me twice so doubly lone, --
Lone -- as the corse within its shroud,
Lone -- as a solitary cloud,
A single cloud on a sunny day,
While all the rest of heaven is clear,
A frown upon the atmosphere,
That hath no business to appear
When skies are blue, and earth is gay.

XI
A kind of change came in my fate,
My keepers grew compassionate;
I know not what had made them so,
They were inured to sights of woe,
But so it was: -- my broken chain
With links unfasten'd did remain,
And it was liberty to stride
Along my cell from side to side,
And up and down, and then athwart,
And tread it over every part;
And round the pillars one by one,
Returning where my walk begun,
Avoiding only, as I trod,
My brothers' graves without a sod;
For if I thought with heedless tread
My step profaned their lowly bed,
My breath came gaspingly and thick,
And my crush'd heart fell blind and sick.

XII
I made a footing in the wall,
It was not therefrom to escape,
For I had buried one and all
Who loved me in a human shape;
And the whole earth would henceforth be
A wider prison unto me:
No child -- no sire -- no kin had I,
No partner in my misery;
I thought of this, and I was glad,
For thought of them had made me mad;
But I was curious to ascend
To my barr'd windows, and to bend
Once more, upon the mountains high,
The quiet of a loving eye.

XIII
I saw them - and they were the same,
They were not changed like me in frame;
I saw their thousand years of snow
On high -- their wide long lake below,
And the blue Rhone in fullest flow;
I heard the torrents leap and gush
O'er channeled rock and broken bush;
I saw the white-wall'd distant town,
And whiter sails go skimming down;
And then there was a little isle,3
Which in my very face did smile,
The only one in view;
A small green isle, it seem'd no more,
Scarce broader than my dungeon floor,
But in it there were three tall trees,
And o'er it blew the mountain breeze,
And by it there were waters flowing,
And on it there were young flowers growing,
Of gentle breath and hue.
The fish swam by the castle wall,
And they seem'd joyous each and all;
The eagle rode the rising blast,
Methought he never flew so fast
As then to me he seem'd to fly,
And then new tears came in my eye,
And I felt troubled -- and would fain
I had not left my recent chain;
And when I did descend again,
The darkness of my dim abode
Fell on me as a heavy load;
It was as is a new-dug grave,
Closing o'er one we sought to save, --
And yet my glance, too much oppress'd,
Had almost need of such a rest

XIV
It might be months, or years, or days,
I kept no count - I took no note,
I had no hope my eyes to raise,
And clear them of their dreary mote;
At last men came to set me free,
I ask'd not why, and reck'd not where,
It was at length the same to me,
Fetter'd or fetterless to be,
I learn'd to love despair.
And thus when they appear'd at last,
And all my bonds aside were cast,
These heavy walls to me had grown
A hermitage -- and all my own!
And half I felt as they were come
To tear me from a second home:
With spiders I had friendship made,
And watch'd them in their sullen trade,
Had seen the mice by moonlight play,
And why should I feel less than they?
We were all inmates of one place,
And I, the monarch of each race,
Had power to kill - yet, strange to tell!
In quiet we had learn'd to dwell --
My very chains and I grew friends,
So much a long communion tends
To make us what we are: - even I
Regain'd my freedom with a sigh.


By George Gordon, Lord Byron

i absolutly love thid poem its my fav

Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.

Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly-
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Woe!

That motley drama- oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.

But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!- it writhes!- with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.

Out- out are the lights- out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.


edgar allen poe

this if one of the best poems by the best poet ever..in my opinion anywayz

do you feel like the world will never change?never get better? like this is all one big broken record youve seen it happen so many many times before? do you think that after our depressiojn is over there will be another "hitler" who will rise to power and our government will become forgin aid? are you waiting for all this to get better? so your family will have food to eat and not have to worry about whos gonna be the whore tomorrow so little billy can eat a slice of bread?do you wish you had the money to pay for your bills?so you knew you had a place to live for the next month? do you wish that you knew your jobs were secure so you knew you had money to support yourself and family? you know who we have to blame for all of the problums with our government? ourselves.....you may wonder what i mean by that your probubly like no its bushes fault no its not we chose bush to lead our country into somthing better when all he did was dig a deeper whole to throw our bodies in after he killed us off one by one....so yea this is all our fault stop blaming bush its not his fault hes not the brightest crayon in the box cuz he mommy droppped him on his head one to many times while he was a young child its our fault for not realizing how dumb he acctually was and not foreseeing the future problums he would cause for this country and its inhabitants so mabey next time during the debates ask the right questions strap them up to a fukin lie detector test but please make the right desision on whos gonna lead our country cuz it can get worse then this and it will if we dont stand and make the right desision for us...help the homeless and help others from becoming that way save the trees cuz without them we cant breathe stop poluting the ocean it rains from that stop spending so much money on finding cure for things that youll never find and even if you did it would be too late were all gonna die one day anywayz martin luther king said once i had a dream well guess what martin luther king we all dream!! but you dont see us marching 2 billion(exageration) people in protest....but mabey we should mabey well get our point across for the things we want and the things we need for and from this country!!!


peace SB

this day
this time
these people
i ryme
ill tell you a story
about a young girl
who llived in a hurry
and forgot the whole world
she could care less about you
could care less about me
and yes she most definatly could care less about the bum on the street
she was a blank young girl
oh such a waste
he parents often yelled at her for eating paste
she lived in such a hurry
for such a slow mind
she was not the brightest child from mankind
she was stupid and dumb
she couldnt talk let alone run
her life was a blur
but what could she do?
she was stuck in this world just like me and you
her name of course was shelly
though most people called her smelly
such a poor girl
such a waste
shell never amount to anything
she stays in the same place
if only she knew what the real world was like
shed be gald for bein the way she is
shed deal with the names
the funny way she walks
the odd was she sounds when she tryes to talk
and this is the end of our pathetic story
of a retarded girl
in a fucked up world

senerio(sp?)

your getting a divorce and you get a new b/f or g/f while in the middle of it and you have a kid and the other parent wants to take the kid away bcuz your new b/f or g/f is a diffrent race!!! wht would you do about this?

escape the fate
alesana
as it was written
nevershoutnever
four letter lie
norma jean
across five aprils
the sleeping
dope
this life in sequence
lovesick radio
envy on the coast
saosin
reference
jamison parker
bayside
hawethorne heights
secret lives of the freemasons
atreyu
HIM
a day to remember
placebo
london after midnight
the audition
senses fail
silverstien
armor for sleep
seven story coalition
endwell
on the last day
crash romeo
the hush sound
the almost
lacuna coil
nothing less
all time low
forever the sickest kids
ludo
flobots

if you dont listen to these bands you should cuz theyre amazing and you can drink bannana giz if you dont!

thsi is a game...like clue guess who it is

so one day when a girl named Bella was walking home from skewl with her friends Jeremy and Alex she noticed a strange man walking behind them, he had been there for a few blocks now and she was starting to get worried. it was strange becuase every time she looked back to c if the man was still following them he would dissapaer but she could see him out of the corner of her eye.

she turned to Alex " do you feel like were being followed"
alex:"nope"
jeremy:"who in the hell would follow us?"

it was getting dark out and they were still a while away from Alexes house. it was taking so long because they had a detour there was a car accident on the corner of 5th and velmount ave....come to think of it that was when the man started following them . and at the accident there was a police man talking to the man .... Alex and all her clumsyness tripped letting all the papers in her bag fly out jeremy bent down to help her up, but one paper flew across the street and bella dashed to get it she picked it up to look at it and it was a picture that had been printed off of a mangled bdy whitch slightly resembled Alexes mother come to think of it bella handnt seen alexes mother in a long time. she took the paper back to Alex.

"what is this for?"she asked
"oh..its for my report im doing in one of my stupid classes like were going over anatomy or something"
"oh whens your mom comming back?"
"well shes on her business trip in japan she should be back soon if shell stop having delays at the company."
"oh hope she gets back soon"

it was very dark now and the man was still following them.hewas waiting for aleex to get out of the restroom at the coffe shop..jeremy had went to but it didnt usually take him this long. alex came out..jeremy said to go on ahead hell catch up later...

that night the only one who came alive was alex.

jeremys body was ripped apart and mailed back to his faimly in a box and as for bella noone knows


now tell me who did it!!!

when you stick your finger in a light soket
do you feel it inside
no dumbass you dont
you need some fukin metal for that
so get me a key
so i may feel the sweet exicution
of a home based suicide

what will they say when nthey find my body
"looks like another suicide boss"
"goddamn these kids today why do they do this?"
dont they understand its cuz life suxx
who will cry
who will care
noone thats who
will they say i miss her
or ewwww she shit herself
cuz thats what happens

an elequent suicide is a brilliant work of art - tristin revouir

blood
sweat
and tears
are all that fills this empty soul
my heart
a bitter beat
inside a bloodless frame

people fuck people
what do they care of me
they wernt there to save little sally sue
so why would they save me?
they let other people kill
and they let other people die
so why am i any diffrent?

who will save my soul?
who will be there to get me through
all my pain and misery?
who will help me get through this life?
if not you then who?
if not them then who?
WHO GODDAMN IT WHO!
what will become of this

an empty shell
sitting in a crowded corner of an empty room
all alone she sits
and waits
for her savior
someone to come and save her from this prison
this cage shes locked herself in
inside her own mind

will it ever get better for her
will anyone ever care
about the poor girl
sitting in the crowded corner of an empty room
shes waiting for lightning shes waiting for you
someone to watch over her in times of need
and someone to save her from herself


the slashes and gashes in her wrists
dont bleed
not anymore
anyway
though she still remembers the
day she did it
how good it felt
how much pain it took away
and the sadness of when she woke up the next day
the anger and rage she felt inside
building up in her chest
why didnt she die?
why wouldnt she die!
GOD had given her everything eles
youd think she`d be happy
but GOD deny her what she wants most!
to die and finally for her raching mind to rest
will she live on?
or die before the next dawn?
as she slashes more and more
with back up razors next to her on the floor
what will happen to our fair friend?

i have brown hair
but i dyed it black
i have brown eyes
but i wish they were green
i have tan skin
and i wish i was pale
i am sometimes sad
when i wish i was happy
and no matter how much i wish all these things
i am still the same

sometimes i write
and sometimes its bad
i write how i feel
and i wish i didnt
no matter what ill never change

i smoke weed
try to fit in
be myself
but who is that?
if im all these things that i wish i wasent
then who am i really?

im really bitchy
and im not real nice
i wish i could be
but i cant
all this hostility and pain locked up inside
will it ever go away
and when anger
spreads its legs for hate and ignorence
will i be ok?

will i be the beautiful person
that i wish i could be?
or will i turn into another
fabricated self portraite
of everyone eles?

who will i end up as
and what will happen?
to me,
myself,
and me?