Hi i'am talor and i love  the killers! i do not somke i do not do
drugs or anything bad! i am good at lots of things like singing
painting and more! i am punk so don't mess with me! lol i am up for
any letters so talk to me!i just met the nices boy i fell in love
sense my old boy friend domped me i fell in love!i feel as if life
took me in to a cloud of death and sadnes and sucked all the happy
and love out of me and droped me back on earth hopeing to fix myself

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Mad Girl's Love Song

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.) 

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.) 

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. 

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.) 

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)" 

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. 
She was a child and I 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 by night 
Chilling my Annabel Lee; 
So that her high-born 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 a cloud, 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 see 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 her sepulchre there by the sea-- 
In her tomb by the side of the sea. 


To School!
 
Let all the little poets be gathered together in classes
And let prized be given to them by the Prize Asses
And let them be sure to call all the little poets young
And worse follow what's bad begun
But do not expect the Muse to attend this school
Why look already how far off she has flown, she is no fool. 


Love Me!
Love me, Love me, I cried to the rocks and the trees,
And Love me, they cried again, but it was only to tease.
Once I cried Love me to the people, but they fled like a dream,
And when I cried Love me to my friend, she began to scream.
Oh why do they leave me, the beautiful people, and only the rocks
remain.
To cry Love me, as I cry Love me, and Love me again. 

On the rock a baked sea-serpent lies,
And his eyelid close tightly over his violent eyes,
And I fear that his eyes will open and confound me with a mirthless
word,
That the rocks will harp on for ever, and my Love me never be heard.
Stevie Smith. 


The Taken Heart

The pain rushes through my veins like blood,
blackening my soul.
I don't know what to do now, 
it is getting very cold.
My skin is getting paler, 
my heart, it is not there.
My eyes are not controlled anymore, 
they have gone into a blank stare.
My pulse begins to slow, 
and now I cannot breathe.
Oh, my sweet dear love, 
you have takin' my heart from me.


Who Are You
Who are you to come to me
as I lay within this pine.
Who are you to shed those tears
to claim that all was fine.

Who are you to call me friend
and say I will be missed.
Who are you to touch my hand
with one as cold and stiff.

Who are you to praise my past,
and steal my life of joy.
Who are you to take this task,
with hopes to fill your void.

Who are you to firm your lies,
with words that condescend.
Who are you to say good-bye,
at my journeys end.


Paint Brush
I keep my paintbrush with me where ever i go
In case I need to cover up,
so the real me doesn't show.
I'm afraid to show you me
Afraid of what you'll do
That you might laugh or say mean things.
I'm afraid that i might lose you.

I'd like to remove all my paint coats
To show you the real, true me,
But I want you to try and understand
I need you to accept what you see
So if you'll be patient and close your eyes,
I'll strip off all my coats real slow.
Please understand how much it hurts
To let the real me show

Now my coats are all stripped off
I feel naked, bare and cold,
And if you still love me with all that you see,
You are my friend, pure as gold
I need to save my paint brush, though,
And hold it in my hand
I want to keep it handy
In case somebody doesn't understand.
So please protect me my dear friend,
And thanks for loving me true,
But please let me keep my paintbrush with me
Until I love me too