homework

Edgar Allan Poe’s childhood was very sorrowful due to the lack of his biological parents. In year 1809, he was born to Elizabeth Arnold Hopkins and David Poe in Boston, Massachusetts as the youngest child of three.  Both of his parents were actors killed at a young age before he was three. His brother William Henry, who died at a young age and his sister Rosalie who later dies of Insanity were both taken cared of by others after their parent’s death. Poe was taken in by the Virginian merchant John Allen, though the man hardly ever considered the boy as a son and never truly adopted him. He traveled with his new guardian around England and attended school in 1815 in Chelsea. In later years he returned to Richmond, Virginia where he studied Latin and Poetry in the University of Virginia.

 During his school years he was abandoned by John Allen who also broke off Poe’s engagement to his sweet heart Sarah Emira Royster, for his many gambling debts that he refused to pay. Unable to either pay off debts or support himself, Poe enlists into the army under the assumed name Edgar A. Perry for two years.  And finally year 1827 his first work “Dreams” appeared in the Baltimore North American along with his first book Tamer Lane And Other Poems. Still in the army, Poe was sent to West Point but was then discharged for neglecting his duties apparently because he wanted to leave the army. In 1833 Poe moves in with his aunt on his father’s side, Mrs. Maria Clemm in Baltimore. After winning fifty dollars for the story “MS Found in a Bottle”, Poe starts a career as a staff member for many magazines.

In 1836 Poe marries his thirteen year old cousin Virginia Clemm who bursts a blood vessel in 1842 and dies five years after. After his wife death Poe sunk into the world of drugs and alcohol and soon developed many romances. One example is his affair with Sarah Helen Whitmen who said “His proud reserve, his profound melancholy, his unworldliness - may we not say his unearthliness of nature - made his character one very difficult of comprehension to the casual observer." And in 1849, he once again becomes engaged with his old sweet heart Sarah Emira Royster who was at the time Mrs. Shelton. He writes his famous poem “Annabel Lee” from the subject of the death of a beautiful woman.

In 1845 Poe’s famous poems” The raven” made its debut and brought him national fame. Poe suffered from depression and attempted to commit suicide in 1848. In the September of the following year, he disappears for three days and is found dead in a gutter. The cause of his death is still a mystery to this day although many people have theories. The life of Edgar Allen Poe was intertwined with the sad realities of humanity and as a result was he able to create the works that influence the literature and media around the world.

Agony

Dreams of beauty

Of lovers and the lovely

Roses pick fresh just for me

Planted butter cups and cherry trees

Of love and friends

Ever lasting to the unreachable end

Hopes, hopes to be one

Hoping to be someone

The some one who isn’t me

The some one I want to be

When that dream shatter

Will my life matter?

I’m not perfect in any eyes

I’m not pretty despite the lies

Just a waste of flesh and bone

Spending hell in life all alone

Cheap sheep skins

To cover my sins

SO that no one will decree

I’m not the person that they see

I see them the perfect ones

The ones that have the world won

The ones who everyone need

The ones who befriended me

The holy, the respected

The creations that were perfected

The have what I want in possession

They make the best of decisions

They are what I see

They are what I want to be

I cry in the day

Behind my eyes and the words I say

I cry in the night

Till my eye lids close and there’s no light

Tears of salt stream down my face

I curse for my self and lack of grace

I can’t hold it in

This fight I cannot win

Says I” I am weak”

“What I want I cannot seek”

I stare at my self, my soul

And all I see is a deep dark hole

I whimper and whine

Cursing my self the mind of mine

Swearing at my jealousy

The cause of all my agony

And here I stand within people here

With nothing pure and nothing clear

I lock my door

I stilly sit on the carpeted floor

With the radio blaring

With the mirror glaring

At the awful person it sees

Damn ...a year goes by so fast sundays mi B-day.......Whoot Im soo happy...not!.....

>:( IM getting old and cranky.....

The Laughing Masque

Quit the charade

Remove the masque

The ever smiling face of woven lies

The only truth is the dull deep eyes

It laughs cold laughs from raw will

It smiles numb smiles at a request to fulfill

The cold heart replaced by clay

Be your self that’s what they say

But is it really that way?

Laugh a bit; smile a bit that’s what they said

Playing, messing around the tired head

Sick, we are all sick inside

We make it unknown, we make it hide

We cover the scars and pains

We try to stop the tears that pour like rain

The gloomy mind seeks fantasy

Leaving a breathing corpse to see

But is it living in reality?

Now let’s slip through the mirror between

Say things, do things that are unseen

The hatred burning that your heart

Twisting the soul at the very start

Locked up in this mental cage

Not glad, nor sad, nor full of rage

Just sitting, sitting to wait

Saving it, is starting too late

Is staying a fake its true fate?

Are you scared?

Are you unprepared?

Is

This

Why

You cry

 And sigh

Shaking behind the mask

While it sits still laughing

Still smiling

All that shows are the same cold lies

Except for your dead dark eyes

Alone and unwanted

Life sucks to me

It is boring me

The silence is ignoring me

You are ignoring me

I greet and grin

Hiding n my darkest sins

My mask of laughter only there

To greet to meet all that stare

Adding to my misery

Ignoring my thoughts that came to be

Forgive my whines and cries

But it can’t be helped in my solitary eyes

It’s okay as I can see

Just let me be

Let me melt away into darkness

Let me die in my madness

Leave me to cry

To sigh

To lie

In my early dug grave

Leave me to scream

To let the tear stream

To see the light beam

To let me stay not as it seems

Insanity let me into my insanity

Let me wallow in my painful history

Let me alone but don’t worry

It’s too late for any sorries

I can no longer be saved

Just dig me a fresh new grave

For nothing is better

Than my eternal slumber

For me to sleep

To let my heart to weep

To let my soul be haunted

Alone and unwanted.