Baby Allen• Show poetry

*Hey people, my name is Lynn A.  And i write poetry about anything that comes to mind though you'll probably only see the angry, sad, emo crap that more comes from the heart then anything. Well about me, not much there except that i'm really into any type of rock you can throw at me, except that screaming crap(sorry Jesse). i enjoy long walks on the beach and painting sunsets in large green fields. i think i've board you enough now so go read my writes.
Peace
~Lynn

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HOUP!!  
He's finally graduated. So happy.   Please remember that the men and women fighting in Iraq are not fighting for oil and other crap i hear. They're fighting for yours and others safety, so you don't have to worrie every day that maybe a suicide bomber will be walking along your street. So please keep them in your hearts, weather you agree with President Bush or not.
                                 ~Lynn~
                                     a.k.a Baby Allen
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My 2 favoritest poets are Edgar Allan Poe...


   "...Leave my lonelingess unbroken!-qutithe buts above my door!
   Take thy beak from out my heart, and take they form from off
        my door!"
             Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
   And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting,/still/ is sitting
   On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
   And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is
        dreaming,
   And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on
        the floor;
   And my soul from out that shadow that lies flowating on the
        floor
             Shall be lifted-nevermore

                                      "The Raven"

Yet that terror was not fright,
But a tremulous delight-
A feeling not the jeweled mine
Could teac or bribe me to define-
Nor love-although the love were thine.
Death was in that poisonous wave,
And in its gulf a fitting grave
For him who thence could solace bring
to his lone imagining,
Whose solitary soul could make
An Eden of that dim lake.

         "THE LAKE:---"


                          I

                          In the greenest of our valleys,
                               By good angels tenanted,
                          Once a fair and sately palace-
                               Radiant palace-reared its head.
                          In the monarch thought's dominion-
                               It stood there!            
                          Never seraph spread a pinion
                               Over fabric half so fair.

                          II
                               
                          Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
                               On its roof did floa and flow;
                         (This-all this-was in the olden
                               Time long ago)
                          And every gentle air that dallied,
                               In that sweet day,
                          Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
                               A winged odour went away.

                          III

                          Wanderers in that happy valley
                               Through two luminous window saw
                          Spirits moving musically
                               To a lute's well-tuned law,
                          Round abougt a throne, where sitting
                              (Porphyrogene!)
                          In state his glory well befitting
                               The ruler of the realm was seen.

                          IV

                          And all with pearl and ruby glowing
                               Was the fair palace door,
                          Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing
                               And sparkling evermore,
                          A troop of Echoes whose sweet duty
                               Was but to sing,
                          In voices of surpassing beauty,
                               The wit and wisdom of their king.

                          V

                          But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
                               Assailed the monarch's high estate;
                          (Ah, let us mourn, for never morrow
                               Shall dawn upon him, desolate!)
                          And, round about his home, the glory
                               That blushed and bloomed
                          Is but a dim-remembered story
                               Of the old time entombed.

                          VI

                          And travellers now within that valley,
                               Through the red-litten windows see
                          Vast forms that move fantastically
                               To a disordant melody;
                          Whele, like a rapid ghastly river,
                               Through the pale door,
                          A hideous throng rush out forever,
                               And laugh-but smile no more.
And Walt Whitman
       



Weep not, child,
Weep not, my darling,
With these kisses let me remove your tears;
The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious,
They shall not long possess the sky--shall devour the stars only in
apparition:
Jupiter shall emerge--be patient--watch again another night--the
Pleiades shall emerge,
They are immortal--all those stars, both silvery and golden, shall
shine out again,
The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again--they
endure;
The vast immortal suns, and the long-enduring pensive moons, shall
again shine.
                    -On The Beach At Night (only part of it)


                       Good-bye my Fancy!
                    Farewell dear mate, dear love!
                     I'm going away, I know not where,
                 Or o what fortune, or whether I may ever see you again,
                     So Good-bye my Fancy.
                 Now for my last-let me look back a moment;
                    The slower fainter ticking of the clock is in me,
                 Exit, nightfall, and soon the heart-thud stopping.

                    Long have we lived, joy'd, caress'd together;
                  Delightful!-now separation-Good-bye my Fancy.

                  Yet let me not be too hasty,
                Long indeed have we lived, slept, filter'd, become really
                    blended into one;
               Then if we die we die together, (yes,we'll remain one,)
                   If we go anywhere we'll be better off and blither,
                      and learn something,
             May-be it is yourself now really ushering me

                   to the true songs, (who knows?)
             May-be it is you the mortal knob really undoing, turning

                      -so now finally,
                     Good-bye-and hail! my Fancy!

                                -Good Bye My Fancy




An old man, gathering youthful memories and blooms,
that youth itself cannot.

Now only do I know you!
O fair auroral skies! O morning dew upon the grass!

And these I see--these sparkling eyes,
These stores of mystic meaning--these young lives,
Building, equipping, like a fleet of ships--immortal ships!
Soon to sail out over the measureless seas,
On the Soul's voyage.

Only a lot of boys and girls?                                      


Only the tiresome spelling, writing, ciphering classes?
Only a Public School?

Ah more--infinitely more;
(As George Fox rais'd his warning cry, "Is it this pile of brick and
mortar--these dead floors, windows, rails--you call the church?
Why this is not the church at all--the Church is living,
ever living Souls."

And you, America,
Cast you the real reckoning for your present?
The lights and shadows of your future--good or evil?
To girlhood, boyhood look--the Teacher and the School.





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*OTHER STUFF~



Nothing hurts my world,
just affects the ones around me.
When sin's deep in my \blood\
you'll be the one that \falls!\

I wish i could be the one,
the one who wont care at all.
But being the one on the stand,
i know a way to go, no ones guiding me.
When time soaked with blood turns its back,
i know it's hard to fall.
Confided in me was your heart,
i know it's hurting you, but it's killing me.

                  Avenged Sevenfold                          
                  AX7

                                             Gimme all your poison,
                                             gimme all your pills,
                                             gimme all your hopless
                                             hearts that make me ill
                                             Your running after
                                             something that you'll
                                             never kill.  If this is
                                             what you want, then \fire
                                             at will!\    
                                                           My Chemical
                                                             Romance
     
The debt is paid,
The verdict said,
The Furies laid,
The plague is stayed,
All fortunes made;
Turn the key and bolt the door,
Sweet is death forevermore.
Nor haughty hope, nor swart shagrin,
Nor murdering hate, can enter in.
All is now secure and fast;
Not the gods can shake the past;
Flies-to the adamantine door
Bolted down forevermore.
Nove can re-enter there-
No thief so politic,
No Satan with a royal trick
Steal in by window, chink, or hole,
To bind or unbind, add what lacked,
insert a leaf, or forge a name,
New-face or finish what is packed,
Alter or mend eternal fact.

          "The Past"
           Ralph Waldo Emerson                  
                                                 
                                     
                                                I
                                       Solemnly, mournfully,
                                            Dealing its dole,
                                       The curfew bell
                                            Is beginning to toll

                                       Cover the embers,
                                            And put out the light  
                                       Toil comes with the morning
                                            And rest with the night

                                       Dark grow the windows,
                                            And quenched is the fire;
                                       Sound fades into silence.-
                                            All foot steps retire.

                                       No voice in the chambers,
                                            No sound in the hall!
                                       Sleep and oblivion
                                            Reign over all!


                                                  II
                                       The book is completed,
                                            And closed, like the day
                                       And the hand that has written it
                                            Lays it away.

                                       Dim grow its fancies;
                                            Forgotten they lie;
                                       Like coals in the ashes,
                                            They darken and die.

                                       Song sinks into silence,
                                            The story is told,
                                       The windows are darkened,
                                            The hearthstone is cold.

                                       Darker and darker
                                            The black shadows fall;
                                       Sleep and oblivion
                                            Reign over all.
                                                 
                                                    Henry Longfellow


I am a world before i am a man
I was a creature before i could stand
I will remember before i forget
               -slipknot


                                          You always find a way
                                          to keep me right here waiting
                                          You always find the words to
                                            say
                                          to keep me right here waiting
                                          And if i choose to walk away
                                          Would you be right here
                                            waiting
                                          Surching for the things to
                                            say
                                          To keep me right here waiting
                                                      -Staind
                                           
I tear my heart open
I sow myself shut
My weeknesses,
that i cant do much
And my scars remind me
that the past is real
I tear my heart open
just feelll.
          -Papa Roach\


                                    Love forever love is free
                                      turn forever you and me
                                                  -Gorilazzzzzz



A woman is a mystery
A man just cant understand
Sometimes all it takes to please her
Is the touch of your hand
N' Other times you got to take it slow
And hold her all night long
Heaven knows there's so many ways
A man can go wrong

*Chorus*

Must be doin' somethin' right
I just heard ya sigh
N' Lean into my kiss
And close those deep blue need to eyes
Don't know what I did
To earn a love like this
But baby I must be doin' somethin' right

Anywhere you wanna go
Baby show me the way
I'm open to suggestions
Mmm whatever you say
Tonight's about givin' you what you want
Whatever it takes
Girl I hope i'm on the right road
Judgin by the smile on your face
                  -Billy Currington




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Hey heres some quotes i found iteresting:

Jump up, Hook up, Shufle to the door!
Jump right out and scream
AIR FORCE!!

Semper Fi (Always One)

Semper Vigilance (Always Watchful)

Save a horse, ride a cowboy

come to the dark side.........we got\ COOKIES!\

If at first you don't succeed, try reading the directions!

Hey, LOOK ! a dead bird in the sky!!!!

Love is death of hope and birth of fear

If the heart's still beating there must be blood,
if the blood still flows there must be a heart.

Hey, have you ever stoped to think......and forgot to start again?

Theres 10,000 resons to survive, but you only need one to die. _CKY_

You can close your eyes to reality but not to memories. _Stainslaw_

Never live to die, die to live.

A gun to the head don't mean nothin
till you've pulled that trigger_me_

I tried sniffing coke once, but the ice got stuck in my nose-Out-Law--Torn-

Haha your losing! Haha your WHITE!

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Enjoi!*