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THE FAIR-WEATHER FRIEND.

Grown tired of waiting

To your door I went strolling–

As the sun wasn’t rising

What had I to lose?

All life now was failing–

The poor earth was stalling–

Unsunned and uncaring–

Alack and aloof.

A knock I resounded,

Sincerely demented;

O how I resented

My fair-weather friend!

You opened right inward

And saw me there wayward—

By Fortune unfavored—

Without majesty.

Ever ignoble

Your rank two-faced treble

Execrated the trouble

I visited on you.

‘Twas years since you’d seen me–

Your manner was livid–

The hatred still vivid

As the day you betrayed me.

So I set you on fire

With gas and a lighter;

Before you could scamper

I set you alight.

Blazing with terror

You admitted your error–

But your dubious juror

Had no love to give.

Eternity’s coldness,

Unthawed by your warmness

Was serely cinereous

All thanks to my deed.

Once all life had left you

You lay there akimbo;

I spied a dun-rainbow

Beam down from on high.

Off you it refracted

And briefly illumined

The smile invected

‘Pon my face carefree!

#my poem #21st century poetry #poe inspired #gothic #post apocalyptic #2023 #2020s

Digital Echoes

October 26, 2025 – 11:00 PM You think madness makes noise. That it erupts like a virus in the brain, hacking logic in bursts of rage or sorrow. But no — true madness is silent. It waits behind screensavers and idle cursors, one whispering line at a time. I am — I was — a senior developer on the Sentinel platform. A little tool, meant to track user behavior, optimize experience. Harmless, they…

#/ End Run #data haunting #haunted code #Poe Inspired #Tech Horror

The day's edge on. Moments are hours. To blink. To breath. My body needs my commands. ‘For, I cannot sleep. Not for overload of thoughts. ‘For I fear I may not keep going. The pulse is always counting. I hear it mocking my restless state. As I lose what is time, I lose my knowledge as to if I am alive or near dead. I do not fear death. I fear its name. I fear its name will shadow over my own. I fear that he will take me and leave my organized fears behind in the form of pain and sorrow. I fear that my rest will keep my companions awake; that my own ease is of a curse to own. My relief is of not to go and dissipate. It is to be the curse to pass to many others. ´For death wants to pay my forwards in the dreadest of forms. To be calm is not of his plans. He will not be successful in passing peace. He needs energy. He needs his control on me. ´For to be at peace is everless what I have.

‘Everless’ By; Nakoda Cowell

#personalpoetry #anxiety #poe inspired

The sadness comes upon me Like an ocean reaching to the shore Only this feeling will keep me grounded, This and nothing more. I feel the darkness fold around me Surrounding me and swallowing the light Taking away the burning passion that kept Flaming my skin and burning bright. I got used to the hole I dug For myself in the ground. It's what kept me safe, Alive, and sound. The tears don't fly anymore like they used to, I just sit and feel the pain ignite through my bones. My body cannot feel a thing anymore, and I no longer Hear the melancholy sound of the bell tones.

#Poe inspired #the raven #the bells #poem #poetry #am I a writer now hahahah

Tell Me, Mr.Poe:

I become insane with long horrible intervals of sanity,

and day by day the air grows

denser to my lungs,

perhaps they grow weaker,

bleakly we say the years

drag on, time presses tears,

tears pierce love,

love drains happiness

or was it sadness?

Hell;

I'll never remember.

What defines sanity?

What defines anything?

#Poe Inspired #poetry #spilled ink #original

If ever there was a night that's eve breathed winter and dawned in summer, the moon would cry silver tears upon your brow. Suns quarrel each morning in anticipation of the precious opportunity to pour sweet rays through your beautiful hair. Winds would wait only until your lips inquired where they have been. Even the jeweled sky seeks it's treasure in your eyes.

One I Once Loved-

No longer do I swoon under your beauty. I am above the weakness of your truly marvelous stature. I presume everyone has seen autumn's tint of gold that emits from your very being. But did they see the beautiful rubies sliding through your veins? Diseased. I loved you. In vain. Oppressed, I would contemplate your demise. Your blood pumping echoed in my ears. "A low, dull, quick sound-much such a sound as a watch makes when enveloped in cotton."

I would kill you. Yes, I would. Not yet.

#prose #poetry #Poe Inspired #love

But then you always stood so stately; Your words-with The little kindness they Bore-seem Even flatter now As the night pales on, And come no knocks to my door.

The cloak of night promises Thrills of a demon’s dreams, As the purple velvet Shifts to ebony. A terrifying dream Or a beautiful nightmare; In either case, You’ve become as ravenous as the night.

#poetry #spilled ink #poe inspired #original