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The bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells!!!
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressingcoffeebean! said:erm......welcome? @.@
... It's not an animal crossing forum exactly.Riri said:Did you honestly come here to recite poetry? This is an Animal crossing forum ya know :/
Welcome to your doomEdgar Allen Poe said:This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressingcoffeebean! said:erm......welcome? @.@
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
(Here is an outside quote from Poe)coffeebean! said:Welcome to your doomEdgar Allen Poe said:This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressingcoffeebean! said:erm......welcome? @.@
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Though it may seem like gloom
You'll find days on here
Where you can cheer
But don't expect them to be
Any time soon
For you must first
promise me that
you won't always respond
in a poetical song
Umm, yes, kind of.Edgar Allen Poe said:(Here is an outside quote from Poe)coffeebean! said:Welcome to your doomEdgar Allen Poe said:This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressingcoffeebean! said:erm......welcome? @.@
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Though it may seem like gloom
You'll find days on here
Where you can cheer
But don't expect them to be
Any time soon
For you must first
promise me that
you won't always respond
in a poetical song
I'm sorry, do you hate my poems? I worked very hard on them, you know.
He owns everyone to every forum I go on.bdubs2594 said:Welcome to the forums. You, sir, have just owned coffeh. You are my hero.
"Do you have any sense of artistry?" -PoeRiri said:Umm, yes, kind of.Edgar Allen Poe said:(Here is an outside quote from Poe)coffeebean! said:Welcome to your doomEdgar Allen Poe said:This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressingcoffeebean! said:erm......welcome? @.@
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Though it may seem like gloom
You'll find days on here
Where you can cheer
But don't expect them to be
Any time soon
For you must first
promise me that
you won't always respond
in a poetical song
I'm sorry, do you hate my poems? I worked very hard on them, you know.
That's a pity. Not much longer till you rot.Edgar Allen Poe said:"Do you have any sense of artistry?" -PoeRiri said:Umm, yes, kind of.Edgar Allen Poe said:(Here is an outside quote from Poe)coffeebean! said:Welcome to your doomEdgar Allen Poe said:Quoting limited to 5 levels deep
Though it may seem like gloom
You'll find days on here
Where you can cheer
But don't expect them to be
Any time soon
For you must first
promise me that
you won't always respond
in a poetical song
I'm sorry, do you hate my poems? I worked very hard on them, you know.
I have just rolled in my grave. It's quite uncomfortable in here. Rather congested. Thankfully, I'm not claustrophobic.
No doubt I now grew very pale; --but I talked more fluently, and with a heightened voice. Yet the sound increased --and what could I do? It was a low, dull, quick sound --much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton. I gasped for breath --and yet the officers heard it not. I talked more quickly --more vehemently; but the noise steadily increased. I arose and argued about trifles, in a high key and with violent gesticulations; but the noise steadily increased. Why would they not be gone? I paced the floor to and fro with heavy strides, as if excited to fury by the observations of the men --but the noise steadily increased. Oh God! what could I do? I foamed --I raved --I swore!nigel91 said:Is that the poem with the raven in it?
*till'coffeebean! said:That's a pity. Not much longer till you rot.Edgar Allen Poe said:"Do you have any sense of artistry?" -PoeRiri said:Umm, yes, kind of.Edgar Allen Poe said:(Here is an outside quote from Poe)coffeebean! said:Quoting limited to 5 levels deep
I'm sorry, do you hate my poems? I worked very hard on them, you know.
I have just rolled in my grave. It's quite uncomfortable in here. Rather congested. Thankfully, I'm not claustrophobic.