The Tell-Tale Heart

The Tell-Tale Heart

by Edgar Allan Poe

TRUE! –nervous –very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses –not destroyed –not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily –how calmly I can tell you the whole story.

It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture –a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees –very gradually –I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.

Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded –with what caution –with what foresight –with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it –oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly –very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man’s sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this, And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously-oh, so cautiously –cautiously (for the hinges creaked) –I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights –every night just at midnight –but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he has passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept.

The reason to Fall

At midnight I looked up and had the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. She was perfect; the last months with that girl had been the best of life. I realized that moment I had fallen in love. Love to me was pure, innocent. It was the idea of being a little kid again, to be naïve. I’d let be driven now, and would stop only when death had did us part. Yes, I had planned my life in a matter of minutes.

“What are you staring at?” She asked, moving those symmetric lips. I was lost in her, her beauty, her body.

“You,” I answered sincerely. “Have I told you’re beautiful?” It was cliché, but she was beautiful, and it had to be told.

“Not in the last hour,” she smiled. I never felt so alive before, never felt like I mattered so much, but that smile gave it to me. I wanted – no, I need her – more than anything in my life.

“You’re beautiful,” I replied then.

“Thank you,” she said. I couldn’t cope with it. She was the boss of my eyes, and had ordered them to not look away. They were her fans, and she was the idol.

Not looking at anything but her eyes, I asked. “Have you been in love before?”

“Yes, only once.”

“Have you ever been loved back?”

“No, never,” she looked at me, half nervous, half worried.

“How would you like to be loved?” I got on my knees, and waited. Any time now she would say yes –

“No, I – I can’t,” she turned around; her back to me. Her hair fallen on her shoulder.

“Why?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t love you in the same way.”

I heard my heart sink as I looked around and came back to earth. We were still on the rooftop, where minutes ago she looked at the stars, and I to at her.

“So, if this is not going anywhere, why did you give me any hope?”

“It was just so nice being with you. I’m sorry?”

Was it happening? Could it be happening? She came back to my sight, and it was then that I understood. It was not to be. I walked to the edge. There was a small wall on the border; I stepped onto it.

“I’d rather have one last breath remembering how pretty you were in the last time, than having millions more with nothing but a memory.”

She turned; I turned. My back was to nothing, I was on the edge of the building. “I’ve always felt like flying into the gray of your eyes.” I looked at them for the last time. “I love you,” I gave a step back, and flew. I’m still flying; flying into the nothingness of her eyes, but I never seen to arrive.

Lil Mama – L.I.F.E.

Seguindo o estilo de Runaway Love do Ludacris, essa música é uma poesia com ritmo.

[Chorus:]
L is for the liars that have surrounded me
I insecurities my head down in these streets
F my future there isn’t 1
E Eternal hope
This is my life

I wake up every day to the same old foster mother
I ain’t got no pictures of my mother
She was a crack fiend nothing like pot mother
She didn’t make a difference if though she
Could’ve I’m a shame shame of my life
Pappa cracky sold me twice
On a late night stopped by
And look in my eyes
Bags from the tears that I’ve cried
And the people who lied
Telling me that this is my place
Phony & try smile In my face
When I should have know something
Was rare smiled when she opened the mail
Kept a nice mink on her back
Meanwhile I got a goose & my goose got patches
I’m so mad this is me
I’m so hurt this is me
So I shouldn’t be
Well I goin be alright cause

[Chorus:]
L is for the liars that have surrounded me
I insecurities my head down in these streets
F my future there isn’t 1
E Eternal hope
This is my life

I’m pregnant by a dude & he not 16
But I like his style & his whipp is mean
My mama told me to find a man to take care
Of me & he does buy me things but he beats on me
I come to her for a little advice
So I show up with a black eye
Telling me to know my place so I stay
Waiting for my body phase
Telling myself it just a little pregnancy phase
When all in reality I’m being discourage & disrespected
And under the pressure & I don’t really blame the man
I blame my mother for not teaching me the different types of man
Life could never understand my side of story being that it’s so consist 18 years
And 9 months developing raised in a prison I guess I’ll never make a difference

[Chorus:]
L is for the liars that have surrounded me
I insecurities my head down in these streets
F my future there isn’t 1
E Eternal hope
This is my life

Born on to another is the least
Of my problems
Parents like deja vu
My stomach is starving
3 months pregnant idiotically I departed
So ashame of a life that was started
I ask god if he can take the pain away
He made me in denial of every word I pray
Every day it’s the same old no talent I’m feeling like
My life is unbalanced no telling what tomorrow going look
Like yea right wrapped up in a fast light for a suicidal
Act why is my life set up for a failure I can care
Less with the people say to ya’ll we break out
In rage venting all the hurt inside who am I
To tell you what you fail to realize the voice that you hold
Within you the voice that you are
The Voice Of The Young People!

[Chorus:]
L is for the liars that have surrounded me
I insecurities my head down in these streets
F my future there isn’t 1
E Eternal hope
This is my life

The reason of “no more”

He walked slowly to nowhere. Well, not exactly nowhere, but it felt like it. On he walked, lost in his mind. “What did I do wrong?” Not that something was wrong, but it felt like it. Something was always amiss with him; he could not make his mind up. Today though he was what you would call down. Nothing was different; or was it, and he hadn’t realized?

It felt like the end, or the beginning of it. It felt like “no more” was the right expression. But then again those were just feelings. He would go back to his apartment, and be the same old he; old me.

“Sir, can you help me?” I; he heard from somewhere. He turned, and saw the little girl just behind, a few steps from where he stand.

“Sorry?” he answered, still half-waked.

“Can you help me?” she said again in the same tone, with the same expression – if there was one at all.

“What can I help you with?”

“Can you answer me one question?” those eyes were penetrating, still something was off.

“Sure,” he answered.

“Have you found joy in your life?”

“What?”

“Joy. Have you found it?”

What was it? What was she talking about? Who was she? He asked hundreds of questions in his head, trying not to think about the one he was questioned.

“Girl, are you lost?”

“Not as lost as you seem to be. You in the other hand is so lost… why do you deny it to yourself? Why don’t you let your mind wander in my question? Do you know what joy is?”

What is joy? Sense of happiness, but he wasn’t happy. He knew it. He has content for now, but not happy.

“Yes, you have now thought about joy for the first time. Do me a favor, do yourself a favor. Go home and sleep; and let your mind fly away; let it go where you can’t. When you wake up, you’ll have your answer, you’ll know what joy means for you.”

“Who are you?”

“Me? Well, I’m your right expression, I’m “no more”,” and with that she walked away.

I did it, I went home and slept. He let his mind run away to meet new horizons, and when it came back it was different. Well not different, but it certainly felt like it.

Changes..

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