Kamille+Granby+Yo

My poems live hurr.

__**An Ode To Friendship**__ The emotions or conduct of friends, The state of being friends, Having that one or group of people that makes you happy. Supporter, defender, You’re that thing, that person who is like that personal cheerleader. Approving, encouraging, Haha, it’s the thing that you do best. Enemy, rival, You are neither one of these. You are a friend, my friend. I treasure you and your companionship.

__ **A Sonnet Of Breakfast** __ It’s the most important meal of the day, Oh, where is it? I’m mighty hungry now. This main meal is breakfast, as some would say, Whoa, whoa! Really? I never knew that, wow.

Breakfast. The main meal, that is indeed true. So what about all those other meals? Yo? Adding Oj is good. I thought you knew! And if you drink milk, you’re a stupid ho?

Milk, a mighty fine breakfast source as well! I’m so confused, why’s breakfast so complex? So many questions! I ban you to Hell! Oh Hell? Seems fun! Hey, does Satan break necks?

Break necks? How would I know what Satan does? Maybe he has a Satanic peach fuzz…

By: Edgar Allan Poe
 * Alone**

Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy.

Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness — for then The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee, are again In death around thee, and their will Shall overshadow thee; be still.

The night, though clear, shall frown, And the stars shall not look down From their high thrones in the Heaven With light like hope to mortals given, But their red orbs, without beam, To thy weariness shall seem As a burning and a fever Which would cling to thee for ever.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish, Now are visions ne'er to vanish; From thy spirit shall they pass No more, like dew-drop from the grass.

The breeze, the breath of God, is still, And the mist upon the hill Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken, Is a symbol and a token. How it hangs upon the trees, A mystery of mysteries!

By: Edgar Allan Poe
 * A Dream Within a Dream**

Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow: You are not wrong who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand-- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep--while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save // One // from the pitiless wave? Is //all// that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?

**To My Mother** By: Edgar Allan Poe Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of "Mother," Therefore by that dear name I long have called you— You who are more than mother unto me, And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you In setting my Virginia's spirit free. My mother—my own mother, who died early, Was but the mother of myself; but you Are mother to the one I loved so dearly, And thus are dearer than the mother I knew By that infinity with which my wife Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.