Candybooru

"I don't wanna be buried, in a pet semetary
I don't want to live my life again"

ramones - pet semetary

Great song, and better artwork. You're one of my faves on here.

Agreed. Also, CEMETERY•

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -
Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'

But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
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 lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God we both adore -
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden, whom the angels named Lenore?'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

`Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!' I shrieked upstarting -
`Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! - quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted - nevermore!

^ Edgar Allen Poe

The Raven

Grammar nazi: Its Cemetery... with a C not a S... B.T.W nice art work.

@Anonymous #5

The original song is titled Pet Sematary,
There is except a song a film called like that,
since it is about creepy devil children, I'm sure they didn't knew how to spell CEMETERY, it was SEMATARY.

I think she's just into Twilight for the EdwardxJacob in there.

lulz

lol twilight

Haahahahaaha... I hate Twilight

twilight is paramount to epic fails

the twilight ZONE, on the other hand...

@Idiotman of course the twilight ZONE is better than twilight. EVERYTHING is better than twilight, even the BP Oil Spill. :p

The deaths of tons of stuff is not better than Twilight.

DIZ EDIT FAILZ CUZ SUE SED DAT SHE HAD TWILIGHT BUT IT KINDA SUCKED IN DA HALLOWEEN ARC HAR HAR HAR! *Snorts up crushed BCB candy and goes back to creating fan characters*

in twilight there aint any vampires.

only bloodsucking sparkle fairies.

-Ahglas Dawnwing

actully I like the twilight books thery're pretty good novels,(I know this cause i'm a hardcore novel addictie) but thoose freaking twilght movies pretty much screwed them.... ~ Shmeba

ok, sorry for the bad quality, I took a picture with my phone (I don't have a scanner)

True it is grainy but it still ain't too bad

Started out as just the head. The body was added later.
URGH! PROPORTIONS!

eh, proportions are hard,just keep trying! other than that pretty good! *THUMBS UP!!!!!*

Thanks anon

mikes experiences with sandy maybe?????

He has the KSS: Kou's Scarf Syndrome lol

Mikequest

I bet it was 8 am a few minutes ago

evil scarf tag

0_o

Those eyes like omfg.

*Me gusta*

Ohbby that ish one smexeh face der~

I'm gonna kick yo ***!
Also,evil scarf tag made me lol hard.

Where did Evil Scarf tag go?

SCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARF!!!

I don't know where it went, for I haven't touched the tags... :S

Nice

she is a warrior of love <3 !!! *BLUSHIES!!!!*

just some pairings i guess
mike x jess is supposed to be a joke (from in the comic when lucy is beating up jess and rachel makes a joke)
anywho, i hope you enjoy

The joke Rachel was making was that Jess is a Bisexual/Lesbian and enjoyed being touched by Lucy. It wasn't about physical punishment.

ehh i tried, oh well

i think that mike and sandy is most realistic

You forgot mike x jasmine.

Mike has had a line of conversation with Jasmine?
Oh yeah, silly me. That doesn't even matter in fan-dom.

Also, Mike x Amaya

Mike x Carson?

Eheheheheh.

-KeyAndEnter2

@ KeyAndEnter2: THAT'S JUST WRONG!!!

MikexLucy ^^

D8

LOL!!!! tested in the sence of babies or STI's? Paulo

Yeah, he loves you girl...and he won't admit it more than this

Hahaha, that's the McCain we all know x3

Man, that 2nd grade science must have been really great!

Totally must've taken over half the school with his robot army before finally being repelled by a plucky band of misfits.

no no no its all wrong!...McCain would never use the word glee! still a win though

Oh McCain you awesome dog