arienettelyn's Diaryland Diary

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jetsabel removes the undesirables

this song....like...KILLS me....its creepy and sad and...*shiver*

bright eyes - jetsabel removes the undesirables

my brother finds comfort in calculators
he assigns every number a name
he believes that they add up to certainty
and he's upset with the fractions that remain

so i examine the maps with my eyes and at best
i can trace with my finger all the way
to that town where she went in an attempt to forget
the cracks and the lines of my face
so jetsabel cleaned out the closet for me
and she piled the boxes in the hall
tomorrow when she wakes she'll come and take them away
and they will never haunt me again

but it's still hard to sleep with these moon's heavy beams
i run barefoot to the backyard
just to freeze in my place by the wrought-iron gate
too ashamed and afraid to advance

today i walked through the snow and found a field of headstones
they were in rows like the weeks on calendars
where each box is a day that you can't ever escape
without pills or the poison of sleep

and these memories leak from these faucets that weep
hot tears splash against the shower floor
and i stand in the steam as if inside a dream
i can see her again by the sink
from behind the bathroom mirror she pulls a thermometer
and placed it underneath my tongue
she said 'you're pale as a sheet, you look awful my sweet
lay down and wait for the sun'
so i stayed in that bed, she brought me water and read
each night from a volume out loud
she whispered soft poetry
her favorite was 'annabel lee'
and those words, like these drugs, comforted me

but the clocks kept waving their hands and she could not understand
why my temperature would never drop
and though she promised with tears that she would always be here
i heard truth like the sounding sea
i said, 'my arienette, oh how soon you'll forget
this house will never be your home
and you will leave in the fall when the trees become graves
and their colors lie dead in the grass'
gold and green torture me like the lies i believe too easily

oh my jetsabel, look at this hell that i have made
if you want maybe drop by sometime, put some flowers on my grave
so i'll look beautiful in my silent sepulchre
yeah, that's fine, give the dresses away
i don't want anything of hers
for the moon never shines and the stars never rise
without bringing me dreams
haunted by the ghosts of those bright eyes

edgar allen poe - annabel lee

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.

see...theyre VERY SIMILAR! haha...so....conor likes himself a lil poe! well so do i. *nods* maybe....conor is edgar allen poe reincarnated!!! haha.....check it out.... old school... and....NOW! or maybe this one would better illustrate my point....

10:24 p.m. - 2003-01-26

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