Sleepy Hollow

In honor of All Hallow's eve being right around the corner I thought I'd make a po,e about my favorite halloween movie when i was but a lad. ENJOY!!!!


A chilled night on all hallow's eve
the mourners grieve and a plan most foul they concieve
a plan for revenge they begin to write down
against the man who brought demons to their town

By brining a demon of their own to life
they arm him with a sword not a knife
the headless fiend mounts his ride
a creature of nightmares moves at frightening stride

As it moves with terrible pace
onlookers stare in horror at the rider with no head nor face
at last he reaches his destination and draws his sword
marches forward and knocks on rotted boards

The door opens to reaveal a man who is plump
a flash of steel and a solid thump
the rider leaves carrying his bloody prize
at seeing the job done don't reprise him

A legend was born on this very night
filling those who heard it with fright
small children law awake in their beds
fearing the ruthless horseman without a head


if you are interested in watching the animated movie here is a link to youtube.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HywQaLI-YU4

Love poem

Love is like a video game, at first it seems a little challenging but fun. But soon you're spending more and more time on it and soon you're neglecting your friends and family. And at that one point when you are so close to beating it you can tatse victory... you get killed and have to start all over again a the begining. You keep trying and trying and you keep losing and losing that before you know it you've become a social reclouse living in your mother's basement and then you eventaully give up on the game and then you find out about a new game or sequel that you go out and buy it and the process starts all over again and again and again and then one day you realize that you've been wasting alot of precious time trying to do things the hard way and that you can get cheat codes online so you ngo and copy the codes and try them out and they end up messing up that game and depression hits you like a truck that eventually you give up on the game for a few weeks or days then you decide to met new people so you try online gaming where every isn't Particularly good and then you get really absorbed into it and then you realize that you have no life and then the whole process begins once again.

And the Wind cried Wendigo

The Wendigo is a mythological creature belonging to the Algonquin people. The Wendigo is a malevolent and cannibalistic spirit able to assume a human form or posses humans. The wendigo is a bipedal cryptid that is located in north america. There is a psychological disease called Wendigo psychosis in which one develops a craving for human flesh and fears they will turn into a cannibal.

Poe is the man

Take this kiss upon thy brow!And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avow—You are not wrong, to deemThat my days have been a dream;Yet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less gone?All that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream.I stand amid the roarOf a surf-tormented shore,And I hold within my handGrains of the golden sand—How few! yet how they creepThrough my fingers to the deep,While I weep—while I weep!O God! can I not graspThem with a tighter clasp?O God! can I not saveOne from the pitiless wave?Is all that we see or seemBut a dream within a dream?

Edgar Allan Poe
http://www.poetry.com/lovepoems/lovepoem.asp?id=43

I think poe is trying to say that love is like a dream that seems all to good but can turn into a tragedy and can mess with our heads. The poem itself is a metaphor in that laove can seem like a dream.


Love is like gravity because at one point you seem weightless and carefree until you get slamed back into reality