"The fault must partly have been in me.
The bird was not to blame for his key.
 
And of course there must be something wrong
In wanting to silence any song"
 
-A Minor Bird by Robert Frost

"After a hundred years
Nobody knows the place,--
Agony, that enacted there,
Motionless as peace"
 
-After A Hundred Years by Emily Dickinson

There's this rp account that I'm gonna post the link to, and the runner(s) are trying to get their characters some friends and spotlight. If you love me or just wanna be the nicest person ever, you should go and message this account, asking to talk to one of the following names; Jade, Avril, Alice, Harley, or Ana.
Link: http://lovely1996.polyvore.com/
Tag list: (Sorry if you don't like tags)
@bunnielove8
@emoloverz
@thisismyusername56
@skylar-is-dustin-forever-11-5-12
@slipknot-princess
@mr-awesomeo
@bluenailpolish99
@maddieross96

"A door just opened on a street--
I, lost, was passing by--
An instant's width of warmth disclosed
And wealth, and company.
 
The door as sudden shut, and I,
I, lost, was passing by,--
Lost doubly, but by contrast most,
Enlightening misery"
 
- A Door Just Opened On A Street by Emily Dickinson

"A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw"
 
- A Bird Came Down by Emily Dickinson

"There is no frigate like a book
To take us lands away,
Nor any coursers like a page
Of prancing poetry.
This traverse may the poorest take
Without oppress of toll;
How frugal is the chariot
That bears a human soul!"
 
-A Book by Emily Dickinson

Dedicated to @thisismyusername56
She's my best friend and I love her so much.........
Love you, Bells.

"Helen, thy beauty is to me
Like those Nicean barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
The weary, wayworn wanderer bore
To his own native shore"
 
- To Helen by Edgar Allan Poe

"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,
fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, 'Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, 'Lenore!'-
Merely this, and nothing more"
 
- The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

"That blush, perhaps, was maiden shame-
As such it well may pass-
Though its glow hath raised a fiercer flame
In the breast of him, alas!"
 
-Song by Edgar Allan Poe