I.
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.
II.
Hear the mellow wedding bells,
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight!
From the molten golden-notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the future! how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells—
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
III.
Hear the loud alarum bells—
Brazen bells!
What a tale of terror now their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now—now to sit or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the ***** of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear it fully knows,
By the twanging,
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling,
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells—
Of the bells—
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells—
In the clamor and the clangor of the bells!
IV.
Hear the tolling of the bells—
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy menace of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people—ah, the people—
They that dwell up in the steeple.
All alone,
And who toiling, toiling, toiling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone—
They are neither man nor woman—
They are neither brute nor human—
They are Ghouls:
And their king it is who tolls;
And he rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A paean from the bells!
And his merry ***** swells
With the paean of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the paean of the bells—
Of the bells:
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells—
Of the bells, bells, bells—
To the sobbing of the bells;
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells—
Of the bells, bells, bells—
To the tolling of the bells,
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells—
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 10:22 AM UTC
I hate the feeling of lingering words in the air,
When there is something I should say,
But it just won't come out,
I always feel scared,
"That is stupid,"
"Go away,"
Or maybe,
"That's exactly what I needed you to say."
Jan 22, 2018
Jan 22, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
I often find myself longing for
A kiss I have yet to taste
Skin I have yet to touch
Eyes I have yet to gaze upon
How do I miss these things
I’ve never known?
Dec 22, 2017
Dec 22, 2017 at 7:58 PM UTC
Like a rose sheds its pedals,
Or a bird loses its wings,
We are all just parts
Of little broken things.
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC
Have you ever
Read Dr. Seuss
To a rap-song beat?
Have you ever
Browsed the Net
Just to want a treat?
Have you ever
Tapped the top
Of a doorway as you went past?
Have you ever
Played a game
And want it to last and last?
Have you ever
Sung the alphabet
In your head to find one letter?
Have you ever
Wrote something over
Because you thought you could do better?
Have you ever
Eaten chicken
On the day of Thanksgiving?
Have you ever
Said something dumb
To find yourself unforgiving?
Have you ever
Taken a bite
Instead of pulling string cheese apart?
Have you ever
Used big words
To make yourself sound smart?
Have you ever
Shaken your head
To get out of being dizzy?
Have you ever
Doodled in class
To make yourself seem busy?
Have you ever
Explained your steps
To a toy so you could fix it?
Have you ever
Read a site
Although it was elicit?
Have you ever
Attempted to write
With the wrong hand?
Have you ever
Went to the beach
And got your swimsuit full of sand?
Have you ever
Used a straw
To drink a glass of water?
Have you ever
Wished it would
Never get any hotter?
Have you ever
Tried to use
A spoon as a mirror?
Have you ever
Actually liked
Chocolate that was bitter?
Have you ever
Tried to boast
About how humble you are?
Have you ever
Looked at the sky
And wished you saw the stars?
All of these are things
That I have, indeed, done.
So I wrote them all out...
I sure had some fun.
Dec 16, 2017
Dec 16, 2017 at 11:39 AM UTC
How long do I need to wait
To know your answer?
How long do I have to stay
Before you tell me to leave?
Maybe the next day
She’ll steal your laughter.
Just like she steals every good thing.
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 6:01 PM UTC
You must be strong.
Strong like a flower that blooms in the snow,
Strong like a tree that misses its leaves,
Strong like a book with untouched pages,
Strong like the girl who smiles through her tears,
Strong like the boy who can look her in the eyes,
And tell her
Being strong isn’t always worth it.
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC
The sun will carry with the day,
A moon outshines the night,
Stars fight for the sky,
A story with every light.
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 6:39 PM UTC
She’s a dead rose,
A beautiful flower withered and grey.
The air she gave off was once fresh,
A scent like summer,
A smile like lemonade,
Now her ashes cover the floor,
Like a broken dream, there they stay.
Dec 13, 2017
Dec 13, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC