#noone
O'Pinions
There once was a fella named T̶a̶n̶n̶e̶r̶ Garron
Whose opinions required some airin',
So he'd YouTube a vid
(Which he oftentimes did)
That was perfect for likin' and sharin'.
Gas Giant
There once was a fella named Noone,
An Irishman big as the moon,
Who played his guitar
And who sang like a star
In a world that was all out of tune.
Low Ball
There once was a fella named No One,
A white man as white as a snow one:
Like every real man
From Adare to Japan,
He had both a high one and low one.
Delicious
There once was a man syrupticious,
Licentious, and not nonlubricious
Whose passion for food
Was a little bit lewd
And whose humor was fuckin' delicious.
Songbird
There once was a fella named Noone
Who sang like a starling in June:
Tall like a crane
With a peacock-like train,
He wasn't a crane, but a croon.
Vairy
A man whose potatoes were hairy
Was visited once by a fairy
Who peeled 'em and sliced 'em
And sliced 'em and diced 'em
And ate 'em and grew vairy hairy. Vairy.
Potatoes
Potatoes baked. Potatoes mashed.
Potato skins. Potater tots.
Potatoes scalloped. Potatoes smashed.
Potatoes. Lots and lots and lots
Of hot potatoes.
Happy St. Patrick's Day, Garron!
You're fuckin' class!
Sincerely,
Versecles
🍀
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 3:13 PM UTC
I feel as if I carry a dark aura.
When people walk beside me,
their paths seem to grow heavier.
Somewhere between me
and their tender emotions,
they lose their balance.
Words remain unspoken.
Eyes turn away.
Hearts grow smaller
in my shadow.
I am no one here
a voice lost in the wind.
Yet one sentence
still echoes inside me:
“You will die alone.”
Words once spoken by a counselor
on a random retreat,
but they stayed
like a thorn in the soul.
I burn quietly
with the thought
that every struggle of the man beside me
begins with me.
Each day I wake and wonder
will he leave me one day?
Will the road end
with only my footsteps?
I am no one here,
or so I tell myself
a burden carried
by everyone around me.
I love life,
yet sometimes
living feels too heavy.
My heart is a stone
I carry through the day,
and at night, in the dark,
it melts into silent tears.
Yet I am one here
who longs for peace
and fears
that I may be
the storm.
I dream of doing many things,
of living a life
wide and bright.
But again and again
my hands return empty.
Still a fragile whisper inside me says:
maybe I too will live a good life,
maybe these clouds will pass.
I wait
for a small spark of light
to slip through the darkness
and spread its quiet glow.
I dream of a better life.
And I am one here
who knows
reality is not a dream,
yet somewhere inside
the heart still hopes
for dawn.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 3:42 PM UTC
I cannot understand
Why I cannot put into words
This very feeling
No matter how hard I try
This feeling is unnamed
Untamed and unruly
Sometimes it is truly evil in stature
Freedom in nature
What is this unnatural feeling
Without a name
Why does it follow me
Spring up in me
Edging on all the emotions
That feed on me
Calling for a notion
That pain and love and anger and lust
Have found a home in this unnamed
Feeling
Foul and ancient
Distinct and delicious
What is this feeling
I have made it go away before
With potions and Western Ways
Then I miss that feeling
As if I desire pain
A pain I cannot live without
A feeling I cannot name
Nov 26, 2025
Nov 26, 2025 at 10:19 PM UTC
Everyone is tiny in someone else’s eyes,
Everyone is saying lies.
No one feels same,
No one heals same.
Everyone is asking for a chance,
But no one is getting a stance.
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 6:05 PM UTC
Maxx Penn
Only My Mother Pulled Up
**** Them All
Visitors Able Daily
1 Day A Week
1 Person
Tons of Persons
Ghosted
No Help
No Comsary
No Calls
All Alone
Last Visit
****** Said I'm on My Own
Ghosted
I Delete Everything
Lock Me Away
Shoot Me With Needles
DRUG ME
AM LIE TO ME
TILL DEATH
**** THEM ALL
UNDER PAID
OVER WORKED
Apr 3, 2025
Apr 3, 2025 at 9:11 PM UTC
ooohoh ohho oh
even if,
even if it ain't us,
even if,
even if it ain't us,
i will never turn my back,
even it ain't us,
i promise to make sure he is right.
in my mind,
this time i gotta say, in my mind,
nobody will treat you better than i.
what you need?
baby tell
oh just tell me what you need,
you know if you just speak out,
i'm gonna be here listening,
we ain't need no microphone,
your secrets are safe,
locked em deep in my heart.
after all it's really simple baby.
really really simple.
you hold me down and i'll do the same.
you got my back i got yours too baby.
best believe i am gonna marry you.
yes i will cherish this for decades
baby just keep loving me the way you do,
everything is gonna be okay.
yahhh everything is gonna be okay.
yahhh i'm telling you everything is gonna be okay
so baby what do you say,
tell me what do you say,
because either way,
baby either way,
if...
even if it ain't us,
even if,
even if it ain't us,
i will never turn my back,
even it ain't us,
i promise to make sure he is right.
in my mind,
this time i gotta say, in my mind,
nobody will treat you better than i.
Jun 25, 2023
Jun 25, 2023 at 3:41 AM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, the faint of the heart is the vision of blood on a love's dart:-/
mine to love
like a broken bottle of wine trickling from above
mine to lose
the death of leaves with an odor to choose
nerve visions times of sadness
like books left unread and ghosts of madness
the radio silences the alone
the heart of blood grew a heart of bone
speaks in gazes
like a reach of hands before a car crash embraces
stares in orange roses
the lost up space the past dream exposes
all too well prefer rivers not seas
like when the window winds shuffled with car keys
green grass shades and shields
the depressing autumn can be the golorious of all fields
bestest trees of lights in luminaire
like the colors of stolen Augusts and the Jupiter
before the shot of a wounded summer
the listen of violens and the heard bird hummer
now empty lines on empty pages
like a no remember of the highlights of the faces
with the drawn pencil a smoking scent evoked
expressions painted in coffee and lost letters in the cold
-------ravenfeels
Aug 11, 2021
Aug 11, 2021 at 7:27 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, happy endings do not exist seems such':"
MOON
living am I ?
dreaming am I ?
those eternal flowers I sang for
not sure that once they became a past before
gave me the numb
but that's a feel try the empty sum
ride the winds surf the waves
survive a disbelief a miracle save
edge of persuasion for the night scene
selling a mirror some cheap steam
when did lasts come with no strive ???
like marine revolting on a tepid dive
a million burdens in hindsight say
yet awoken useless hells of away
is bliss the calm pre sin ???
a keep or a prize to pass by a temporary win
harder evasions into moments of surreal
now bribe me some moon to sign a deaf deal
------ravenfeels
Jun 10, 2021
Jun 10, 2021 at 4:13 PM UTC
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, some words turn to dust--no one to understand no one to value on land:\
hold the words save the rush
throw away turn to dust
in a hint an unwarned gush
leave to decay surrender to rust
upon a flash
upon a sleep
in a thousand nights and one they tear
on a heart of gold to dash
on breast to bare
no more they burn they fast
they swear
-------ravenfeels
Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 5:19 PM UTC
Me ??
I am no one.
So you can’t tell anyone who hurts you.
Because...Baby!!! No one hurts you.
Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 8:17 AM UTC
NO ONE can help or please EVERYONE
But ANYONE can help or please SOMEONE.
Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 9:08 PM UTC
Alone
Laying in sweaty stained sheets
With the ground below
Covered in empty tin and glass
A shallowness
Starts to grow inside
But is pushed to the darkness
Faster than it can show
"No one can see that." He thinks
Positivity sparkles an outside shell
That inside holds putrid and lorn feelings
Hidden deep down and unwilling to show
Everyday it gets harder
But the "smile" never retreats
Because if it ever were to
He'll feel complete defeat
Apr 27, 2020
Apr 27, 2020 at 5:42 AM UTC
not even, your doubting Jill-from-the-hill voice,
asking, are you sure? really confident?
you desire me
to seize up,
cease the finger pointing
and begin the fingernails
scratching glass, agonizing
what I propose,
why I came here,
to defend and protect
women
demands I, we,
answer to no one.
especially
the little voices implanted
to erode our con-fidence.
indeed, they are the con.
Jul 28, 2020
Jul 28, 2020 at 12:21 AM UTC
don't let yourself be swept away
By the promise of another day.
And if you have something to say,
say it.
Because no one knows
Exactly how long we get to stay
May 31, 2020
May 31, 2020 at 7:36 PM UTC
Here I am sitting in the dark
feelings overwhelming me
listening to the noise of the night
slowly falling apart
No one can hear
No one cares to listen
to the things I'm afraid to say
So much pain
tears falling down my face
told myself to hold on
it will get better they say
No one can feel
No one cares to touch
all the scars that are hurting
So here I am struggeling
World weighting on my shoulders
listening to my silent cry
words caught up in my throat
No one can see
No one cares to open their eyes
to all the sadness behind my smile
So much pain
tears falling down my face
told myself to hold on
it will get better they say
But will it really??
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 2:05 PM UTC
The music man is the master of disguise.
He sings about his pain but no one hears his cries
Aug 3, 2019
Aug 3, 2019 at 7:14 PM UTC
To be freed
Is to feed
Lies to everyone
That walks this earth
And smiles when it rains
To be freed,
**** I'd rather feel pain
Freedom is a thing
Sure it is.
But as long as your living on this Earth
You might as well be in prison
To be freed
Yeah, right
We all have this greed
That will keep us from freedom
And this greed keeps us from the night
Where when we wake
Things will rejuvenate
But do any of us
Really believe in true revival,
When we have lost so many
To survival?
All I'm saying,
Is that the point of living
Is to survive
And not to live
This freedom isn't freedom
This "freedom" is jail
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 1:31 AM UTC
If I couldn't feel
Would you call me strong?
If my eyes never started to well,
Would I be good enough?
If I was dependent
If I was putting out
Would I ever be liked
By someone that I loved?
Or would there still be no one
If I was less of myself
More of everyone else
Would you think that I was nice?
If I blended into the crowd,
Would that surprise you?
Would it make me
Just another victim
To your sightless eyes?
Or would I just be no one?
If I was a girl that could be loved
Just as easily as it spilled from my blood
Would you love me then?
Maybe if I was pretty enough,
Perhaps I had a smile,
If my defense wasn't to be rough
And live in constant denial,
Would you see me then?
Or would I still be no one
I am tired of living under a guise
Of words that cut like a knife
And being unseen
To the nakedest of eyes
They wonder why I am so tough,
Why I have never shed a single tear
They must think that my life is fine,
That it's better to hurt than be hurt
But they don't no how much hurt
Goes into being no one
Mar 12, 2020
Mar 12, 2020 at 10:34 PM UTC
Broken words
Sharper than glass
Break the girl's heart
As the blade breaks her skin
What you had done
Has broken her apart
She wanted your love
She wanted to know that you cared
But when she found out the truth
And how many miles away it was
She started breaking apart
She wanted your love
She wanted you heart
But she never wanted you
To break her apart
Mar 5, 2020
Mar 5, 2020 at 1:09 PM UTC
Temporary happiness
Temporary comfort
Temporary people
No one
Wishes for
And
I'm that
No one
I think
You are too
Be someone's forever
For
The mental health
Sep 29, 2019
Sep 29, 2019 at 3:37 AM UTC
Leaves learn first to fly
Once the test of death behind
Is last in their sight
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 8:54 PM UTC
And when I am ill
Nothing works
No one heals
Nor do I
Let me craft
The pain
For you
To heal
Aug 30, 2019
Aug 30, 2019 at 11:07 PM UTC
On quiet little corners turned
And freshly folded blackened ink
Beneath pillows raspy, hands left grasping
And above all thoughts which were recently freed
There are pages stating and there is change
As there is fire waiting for the freedom to be
Pleasnt quiet little corners turned
Burn
Though you once had held a candle to me
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 6:31 PM UTC
Although we've been told,
People care.
Although they extend their hand to hold,
They'll still sit with a snare.
So my silence has been sold,
And I'll sit and twist my hair.
Till all the cards you fold,
Cause No one cares.
Everyone's heart is cold,
To anyone's problems but theirs.
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 1:42 AM UTC