About

Heya,
Im Nykoal. Lol I never know what to write in the about me Box... I love to draw, Music is my life, and I like to meet new interesting people. As for music, All about rock, metal, grunge and Industerial. Ask me about bands. I could name 100s. As for drawing, I draw anything I can or feel like. Cool huh? Lol Not really. Im pretty lay back, but Dont let me fool You. =P I can be mean. Well, I suppose Thats it for now, gimme a PM and Maybe we will end Up Friends. Ta-Ta. Laterz! m/ >.< m/

Favorite Poems........

Annabel Lee
by Edgar Allan Poe, 1849


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.

I was a child and she 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, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn 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 the cloud by night,
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 feel 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 the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.


Tragic Rabbit
By: Stan Rice
Some Lamb (1975)

Tragic Rabbit, a painting.
The caked ears green like rolled corn.
The black forehead pointing as the stars.
A painting on my wall, alone

as rabbits are
and aren't. Fat red cheeked,
all Art, trembling nose,
a habit hard to break as not.

You too can be a tragic rabbit; green and red
your back, blue your manly little chest.
But if you're ever goaded into being one
beware the True Flesh, it

will knock you off your tragic horse
and break your tragic colors like a ghost
breaks marble; your wounds will heal
so quicky water

will be jealous.
Rabbits on white paper painted
outgrow all charms against their breeding wild;
and their rolled corn ears become horns.

So watch out if the tragic life feels fine---
caught in that rabbit trap
all colors look like sunlight's swords,
and scissors like The Living Lord.



Some Avi Art People have drawn.