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.
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.
The age demanded that we sing
And cut away our tongue.
The age demanded that we flow
And hammered in the ****
The age demanded that we dance
And jammed us into iron pants.
And in the end the age was handed
The sort of things that it demanded.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
Arise my body, my small body, we have striven
Enough, and He is merciful; we are forgiven.
Arise small body, puppet-like and pale, and go,
White as the bed-clothes into bed, and cold as snow,
Undress with small, cold fingers and put out the light,
And be alone, hush'd mortal, in the sacred night.
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens
It’s just
a moment
he said, we die
every night—
You are young, and I am older;
You are hopeful, I am not—
Enjoy life, ere it grow colder—
Pluck the roses ere they rot.
Hear the sledges with the bells—
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they ****** ****** ******
In their icy air of night!
While the stars, that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells—
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
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!
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 11:41 PM UTC
The footprints I find
The ones I left behind
I watch my every step
Through the valleys I kept.
The places that I've been
Or the places that I went.
The handprints I'd found
The mud it makes no sound
The road ahead is harsh
As I slosh through the marsh
Of the places that I've been
Or the places that I went.
The fingerprints I see
Different on you than me
I think on what I've done
And about what is to come
For the places that we've been
Or the places that we went.
2d ago
Jun 1, 2026 at 11:22 PM UTC
I wake up and I'm not so mad at Twitter now.
Living ***** but it's ******* just a little now.
And I don't wanna cry no more,
So I set my bar real low.
I'm a-ok, I'm a-ok,
You say it but you just don't mean it
You're so insane, you're so insane,
Shut up and just enjoy this feeling.
Don't you love it?
Don't you love it?
No, I ain't happy yet,
But I'm way less sad.
I may be wrong, I may be wrong,
It's stupid but it's all I have.
Don't you love it?
Don't you love it?
No, I ain't happy yet,
But I'm way less sad.
4d ago
May 30, 2026 at 5:29 PM UTC
So this isn't really a poem but I found a paper on the shore while visiting the Netherlands. The poem on the paper says as follows:
1.) Rhy luoh
Rhy ofyyv
Py smlybut
Rmqy hyyv.
Wg vkoskftyo
Wuor luz
Rc rhyw wg vyyvo
Ohmtt ohuz.
Stilte
2.) Gur pnir vf qnex
Abg zhpu gb rng
Gb qevax
Gb frr
Gb yvir.
Stilte
3.) M ywih xs fi higirx
M ywih xs gevi
M ywih xs pmzi pmji
Rsx orsamrk pmji aew yrjemv.
Stilte
4.) In the enD
I had to say "adieU"
I stay in the cave I call a huT
Waiting here 'till I go maniC
Pondering of the harsh, sitting in my marsH.
Stilte
5.) De sterfgevallen...
De moord op die onschuldige mensen...
Ik weet wie het gedaan heeft.
Ik weet ook waarom hij doodde.
Hij was verblind door macht.
Mensen waren geen mensen meer.
Ze stierven allemaal...
Voor het ego van één persoon.
Stilte
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Hi, me again. I typed all of this exactly as it was written on the paper. If anyone can decode this, I would be very pleased, because I am ITCHING to know what it means.
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 2:24 AM UTC
You were never one for goodbyes
Never ever would take it slow
Always had that gleam in your eyes
Followed by a bluish glow.
You never could say goodbye
When they went and took your home
You hated the food with all your might
When you went to the nursing home.
I didn't get to say goodbye
Enough when it was time to go
That was the last time you'd say "Hi!"
If only I had known.
The reaper said to say goodbye
When we sat at down your funeral
I could hardly look into your eyes
You broke me, I will never be whole.
Now I cannot say goodbye
Can't dig you up out of your tomb
Telling myself that I'm alright
Trapping myself in my room.
Apr 19
Apr 19, 2026 at 2:54 PM UTC
if i
were better
would i
not care
when i
***** up
or if
i erupt
or if
my teardrops
fall down
my face,
should i mask up
all my shame
or leave that to the drama
the drama of not being
good enough or
smart enough or
tough enough or
strong enough or
any of the things
that fly around my head
keeping me up at night
while i lay in my bed
scared of these feelings
i feel
feeling red
do i think i am
better off alive than i am
dead?
'cause i
wake up in the morning
and i wish i could still dream
'bout all the things i dreamed about
before i was a teen
'bout the things i'd given up on
ever since i learned to see
that all of my dreams
are
just
hopeless...
and i
take my medication
and i
put on my mask
and i
do everything i can
to pretend
and play
and distract
myself from who i am
and try to enjoy this life
although sometimes all i want to do
is break free from this strife
the chains of my insanity
are still on my wrists
the heaven i had made for me
is falling out my grip
the heaven i had made for me
using my hell as the bricks
and i close my eyes
and think of a better time
when i
was so innocent
i thought everything was splendid
i had no idea
how much
hurt
and grief
and inner screams
and loss
and tears
and judging stares
and stress
and pain
and going insane
was in this world.
if i
were better
maybe i
could lie
and i
would say
"i'm fine."
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 1:26 PM UTC
I walk a lonely road
The only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes
But it's home to me, and I walk alone.
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one, and I walk alone.
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes, I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then, I walk alone.
I'm walking down the line
That divides me somewhere in my mind
On the borderline
Of the edge, and where I walk alone
Read between the lines
What's messed up, and everything's alright
Check my vital signs
To know I'm still alive, and I walk alone.
I walk this empty street
On the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps
And I'm the only one, and I walk alone.
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 4:10 PM UTC
Written in the back of my old diary,
We all gotta break sometime.
Jan 2
Jan 2, 2026 at 10:53 PM UTC
Not sure of where I am
Not sure of where I'm supposed to be.
Trying to fit in
Is like trying to be a new me.
Because sometimes all I want to do
Is lay on my bed and scream,
With my head between my knees,
In excruciating agony,
Shaking and wondering where I would be
If I were where
I'm supposed to be.
Not sure of who I am
Not sure of who I'm supposed to be.
Trying to move on
Is harder than it ever seems.
Because sometimes all I want to do
Is lay on my bed and scream,
With my head between my knees,
In excruciating agony,
Shaking and wondering who I would be
If I were who
I'm supposed to be.
Not sure of why I am
Not sure of why I came to be.
Hoping I am found
While I continue falling.
Because sometimes all I want to do
Is lay on my bed and scream,
With my head between my knees,
In excruciating agony,
Shaking and wondering if I should be
And if there is a reason
That I had came to be.
Dec 2, 2025
Dec 2, 2025 at 10:38 PM UTC