Hi! I'm Sierra259 and this is my profile. You can just call me Sierra if you want.

I am a 14 year old boy and I enjoy a lot of things. Here's some of them:

Favorite Movies: 2012, 9, Coraline, Cloverfield, and Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs.

Favorite TV Shows: The Secret Saturdays, My Life As A Teenage Robot, and Invader Zim.

Favorite Books: The 39 Clues series ( I sorta support Ian/Amy, by the way.) and the Harry Potter Series.

Who I'd Like To Meet: Tim Burton. (The man is a freaking god to me. 'Nuff said.)

And now for a rather haunting and disturbing poem. (It was turned into a short film in 1982):

Vincent
Tim Burton's poem

Vincent Malloy is seven years old
He’s always polite and does what he’s told
For a boy his age, he’s considerate and nice
But he wants to be just like Vincent Price

He doesn’t mind living with his sister, dog and cats
Though he’d rather share a home with spiders and bats
There he could reflect on the horrors he’s invented
And wander dark hallways, alone and tormented

Vincent is nice when his aunt comes to see him
But imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum

He likes to experiment on his dog Abercrombie
In the hopes of creating a horrible zombie
So he and his horrible zombie dog
Could go searching for victims in the London fog

His thoughts, though, aren’t only of ghoulish crimes
He likes to paint and read to pass some of the times
While other kids read books like Go, Jane, Go!
Vincent’s favourite author is Edgar Allen Poe

One night, while reading a gruesome tale
He read a passage that made him turn pale

Such horrible news he could not survive
For his beautiful wife had been buried alive!
He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead
Unaware that her grave was his mother’s flower bed

His mother sent Vincent off to his room
He knew he’d been banished to the tower of doom
Where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
Alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife

While alone and insane encased in his tomb
Vincent’s mother burst suddenly into the room
She said: “If you want to, you can go out and play
It’s sunny outside, and a beautiful day”

Vincent tried to talk, but he just couldn’t speak
The years of isolation had made him quite weak
So he took out some paper and scrawled with a pen:
“I am possessed by this house, and can never leave it again”
His mother said: “You’re not possessed, and you’re not almost dead
These games that you play are all in your head
You’re not Vincent Price, you’re Vincent Malloy
You’re not tormented or insane, you’re just a young boy
You’re seven years old and you are my son
I want you to get outside and have some real fun.

”Her anger now spent, she walked out through the hall
And while Vincent backed slowly against the wall
The room started to swell, to shiver and creak
His horrid insanity had reached its peak

He saw Abercrombie, his zombie slave
And heard his wife call from beyond the grave
She spoke from her coffin and made ghoulish demands
While, through cracking walls, reached skeleton hands

Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
Swept his mad laughter to terrified screams!
To escape the madness, he reached for the door
But fell limp and lifeless down on the floor

His voice was soft and very slow
As he quoted The Raven from Edgar Allen Poe:

“and my soul from out that shadow
that lies floating on the floor
shall be lifted?
Nevermore…”

And THIS poem is my all-time favorite. It was featured prominently in the Alice in Wonderland sequel, Through The Looking Glass:

Jabberwocky

By Lewis Carroll

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Well, That's it! I hope you liked them. Copy and paste these poems to your profile if you are a fan of Tim Burton and

his film adaption of Alice in Wonderland!

98 percent of teens have tried smoking pot. If you're part of the 2 that hasn't then copy and paste this into your profile

If you're TOTALLY OBSESSED with Coraline and everything that has to do with Coraline then copy and paste this into your profile

If your mom is really evil sometimes then copy and paste this into your profile

If you like Sunny Baudelaire in A Series of Unfortunate Events the best then copy and paste this into your profile

92 percent of teens would die if Abercrombie and Fitch told them that it was uncool to breathe. If you're part of the 8 who would laugh their heads off then copy and paste this into your profile

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her when she was still alive. The murderer chanted: "Toma Sota balcu," as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she'll be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this onto your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded. Lucillia.

About six years ago in Indiana, Carmen Winstead was pushed down a sewer opening by five girls in her school, trying to embarrass her in front of her school during a fire drill. When she didn't submerge, the police were called. They went down and brought up 17-year-old Carmen Winstead's body, with her neck broken from hitting the ladder, then the concrete at the bottom. The girls told everyone that she fell...and they believed them.

THEY HURT HER

FACT: About two months later, 16-year-old David Gregory read this post but didn't repost it. When he went to take a shower, he heard laughter, started freaking out, and ran to his computer to repost it. He said goodnight to his mom and went to sleep, but five hours later, his mom woke up in the middle of the night from a loud noise and David was gone. A few hours later, the police found him in the sewer, with a broken neck and the skin on his face peeled off.

Even Google her name - you'll find this to be true.

If you don't repost saying "They hurt her," then Carmen will get you, either from a sewer, the toilet, the shower, or when you go to sleep, you'll wake up in the sewer, in the dark, then Carmen will come and kill you.

THIS IS SO SCARY!

Subject: One messed up a sleepover.

One night these five girls were having a sleepover when they heard chaos at the end of her street when they went down to find out what was happening. They learned that a woman was raped and the man was on the loose. So they quickly ran home and bolt everything down. Everyone settles down for a while, then they started hearing weird noises coming from outside. They let their minds go wild so they got scared and hid inside a closet. The man was really outside and found a window that had a broken bolt. He crep in quietly. The girls were scared crapless. He walked into the room and opened the closet. The girls screamed and ran in separate directions. Four of the girls went downstairs and in the cellar door, which was right above the bathroom. He caught the fifth girl, took her into the bathroom, raped her, and skinnwed her alive. Her friends heard her die that night, but they couldn't do anything about it. They listened to her scratching the door to get out. In the morning when he had fled, the remaining girls went into the bathroom. There engraved into the wall was her message: HOW COULD YOU HAVE LET ME DIE? They looked up to get the tears out of their eyes and saw her flesh dangling from the knife that had skinned her. If you don't repost this, the man will skin you alive too, because they haven't caught him yet. And the girl will make sure you die so she can pass on the tale. Fact: A girl died in 1933 by a homicidal murderer.

On December 24th, 2006 at 8:00 in the morning, a 14-year-old boy by the name of Scott Jackson was found dead. Doctors couldn't come up with the cause of his death. His mother checked his e-mails to see if she could figure out what happened. Turns out he was still signed into his Yahoo e-mail account. She found he had gone to sleep after he read and didn't send a chain letter about a little girl who kills you in your sleep with no natural cause of death. This is the e-mail she read: My name is Ofelia Heras. I'm 16 years old. I'm a murderer. I have no face. When you look at me you'll die immediately. You have 900 seconds to repost this onto your profile or I will visit you tonight.