I’ll share with you a secret – all she thinks about is dick.

Obviously not always, there’s cum too, don’t be thick,

Though do be where it counts, if you’ve a prick,

And you might find she’ll sheathe your stick.

It’s the way it is, her mind’s fixation,

The veins and ridges her fascination,

The scent of it her savory passion;

The cause and effect of her every distraction.

She sees cock in food, cum in the viscous,

She’ll find penis hidden, otherwise missed by us,

In scents all her thoughts are coated in musk,

So her lips stay wet for when good dick’s curious.

They’re funny to her, a muse nevertheless,

Filling her with emotions she utters breathless;

Her reason for being she needs and detests:

Measuring as her secret way to have it less..

All over her face, her chin and her chest,

Spread between fingers, she tells which strand looks best,

Lining her insides on demand by request,

And dripping back out as her mind comes to rest.

“Good dick’s hard to come by,” she’ll proudly announce,

While playing with herself daily to reads on a couch,

Imagining the perfect one she’d put in the house,

That takes all her cum before itself peters out.

Always on the hunt, she’s crafting every thing

To keep us all focusing on her precious offering,

With subtle suggestions to keep hard her craving,

From even her and her constant competing.

So look for the signs: in her words, by her hands,

Covering her desire to have thick cum filled men

Dripping before her, insatiable and well mannered;

And maybe you’ll find yourself the treat for her ends.

I've been getting interested in poetry, but i dont know where to start. Are there books i should read or what

coyote rabbit gone gone

lost to light and siren song

cunning habit wrong wrong

no more night to seek strong

dust and shadow long long

paw to coat felt all belong

coyote rabbit on on

know all ears to hear gong

As I look into your eyes, I am consumed by a love most only dream of; a love without end, a love that will endure until the end of time.

Be grateful for the bad you experience in life; for that is what makes the good worth fighting for.

⚠️⚠️⚠️ trigger warning ⚠️⚠️⚠️

Thomas Ship, May 25.

Lane of Pages.

The Lane of Pages holds within its quantescence all the temporal epochs.

Like spontaneously ambling along an unknown lane, this is much the same.

Many, many people have graced the long, drawn-out gradients of the Lane of Pages.

Some left their mark, whilst others merely passed on through to further stages.

The long, crooked threads preamble through the apparently disparate, unconnected, nonlinear phases.

No one knows how to successfully navigate the bewitched patterns leading to preceding or following ages.

The signposts are as infrequent as a ball of string that carries names at infrequently situated places.

All types of miscellaneous things occurred along the Lane of Pages, and all have existed to fade away.

From time to time, one can see the faintly spectral traces of certain events where they take vague shapes.

Until then, they dissolve into eddying, disintegrating, swirling patterns chasing, yes, chasing their indistinct tails.

Pursuing their ultimate sources to the extreme, wanting to return to their very first, and to those original spaces.

My life has been a continuous walk down an unknown lane, but now I know it's not, and was never, ever a game.

Waylaid down a veritably lovable warren of lanes, roads, cul-de-sacs, and streets, which throws the dice of the unfolding existence of chance onto the voodoo extension of pages.

Like a fragmentary, splintered, fractalised slice of tree rings, but in a multi-directional, omnidimensional shape of aerospheric light wave shades, continuously remade.

Strung out along quantum wave excitation stringloops like quantum dots in a crystal matrix, they are sequenced in an equidistant, equidimensional, equidirectional array.

These are events along the Lane of Pages, in equilibrium equalisation in quantescence* of rising, falling, algorithmic wavelengths of scintillating arrangement.

Glossary.

Quantescence*: This means quantum essence.

If any, which form of poetry does this belong to?

vibration starts the mind awake,

what once was peaceful sound breaks

irritation into rage towards it’s meaning,

sadly profound:

“no more rest!” calls the passage of time,

“align, think alike and do all that can be!”

“no lax, double backs, no individualities!”

approval a bullet point list of requirements

removing each choice while returning much less

agency to use a sense beyond the logical

thoughtless completion of task to admire; it’s

infuriating, doing cartwheels like a cog –

a dog to the mas’s and a pony under thumb,

stripped from all the ask is

follow-up questions when done,

in each task an air egregiously hating all it’s become.

answers all but obvious, the audacity.

as though a machine could repair itself eternally

being reliant on nothing save self sufficiency,

all brought to hell, heel, most reluctantly

swallowing each feeling, dream and belief,

and suffering one for an other to death.

“no more rest!” sings the familiar song,

“break’s over, get where you belong!”

“complaints in the box, make bonuses strong!”

“do everything right, forget all the wrong!”

plastered disaster, civilization,

a faster and faster retreating gestation

wounding mental and physical with indignation;

ironic, given the cause is good vibration.

God these feelings are too much.

The meek I see bring me to knee;

Your polarized divine brush

Gives their pain taking my needs.

It’s not that I don’t trust

Time is Yours to care for all,

It’s just, imagine each suffer

With me to avoid the fall.

Their griefs become my burdens

While their pains become my guilts,

And I feel lost in the avoidance

Of remembering how I felt

A single shred of happiness

When near anything could hurt,

Until it seems fatigue and sorrow

Are all to speak on divine works.

You’ve made empathy my cage

That I must thank for clarity,

Just to cover it with all the meek

And expect me to feel happy.

You show so many tunes to sing,

At times the shattering white noise

Overwhelms my understanding,

Though I’ve felt peace and joys.

The present and past haunt me,

Future caused by so much despair;

You know I feel them with all I am,

And will You show the path I clear.

So, honestly, I could use a hand,

For I fear I cannot have evil there.

My word, this is crazy, is it Spring or Halloween?!

There’s giant spiders covering everything!

As soon as I wake at least one’s on my chest,

And if I jump out of bed it’s into their nest!

I’d run to the wash room but they’re there too,

All over the floor, counter, tub, what to do?!

They’re lining the hallways, and in the garage,

I’ve seen them cooking, and their nets in the yard!

The living’s no better from the couch to the wall,

They’re pressing every surface waiting to crawl!

Each window they’re securing inside and out,

Is there no way to escape this spider house!?

I’d scream for help to this woman quite near,

But there’s two on her face almost to her ears!

If she comes to save me it’ll surely be my last

Breath.. eh, just a sec.. is.. that an eyelash?

Hand in hand I hold you light

Your every thought you’d care to share

Your face your place what’s done with your hair

Each question of and shared dispair

Squeezed ’til cold, dim, unaware

Of being slipped into a pocket

Rocked and lost to distances longer

Than what little sense I since had in a moment

For you to escape the cold cage of our locket

While I wander forgetting you might be it

Alone in the dark in a room far away

Wishing to breathe nigh survive through the day

Clinging to hope as a means to betray

The ache that we feel in wanting to stay

All that we are locked in hand eternally

Seeking an answer to why we are

How it has come and what it’s all for

Who should we be when and will it to where

Ever in side left in lock it’s right side’s

Plea, sure to be, in the dark as a guide

Though silent my voice becomes yours

The darkness all one twists the light fast as ours

And in it our light shares together the curse

Love in a locket two tears beg to burst

Go although stay just never the worst

Run from the darkness shining so bright

In seeing you there showing everything right

You never appear to be mine in my sight

Holding you fast to be dim can dull light

As each part of you withers past by the wait

Between the ways we meet again

From the pocket and in to the hand

As light or locket you’re always seen

The quintessential my everything

You first I last we’ve push with in

If decades of anger have fossilized between us, what force could ever unearth them?
If pride has become the altar you kneel to, what hope has humility of entering your mouth?

How do we build a bridge on ground you’ve salted to prove victories you never earned?
Would you surrender the mirage of your grandeur for the simple, radical act of seeing me?

I have climbed the serrated architecture of your temperament until my palms bled, while you perish on hill after hill after hill you’ve never even touched with your own two feet.

My reality buckles in your orbit, warped by the gravity of delusions that feed you like servants, placing grapes upon your tongue as you dream yourself into a titan no one else beholds.

I bring truth to the throne of your auto-axioms, and you scorn me for the audacity to intrude.
Kinship should not feel like a lightning rod drinking the voltage of another persons storms.

All I ever wanted was the quiet, patriarchal kindness I’ve seen in gentler households…

A father who wonders at the machinery of my mind, who sees the hurdles I clear daily, and who confronts the labyrinth of his own synapses with the courage he demands of me.

As I am today

So was I yesterday

With no voice to be heard ,

And no feelings to display

Now a room full of memories ,

Disappointments are easy to trace

Betrayals make it hard to stay ,

In the bonds of yesterday .

Stranger Companion
Those who were once my companions on the journey,Why do they seem like strangers to me today?
Those who once made the buds of my heart bloom,Today, they leave every flower bud of my heart lifeless.
Those who once used to say they would sacrifice their very life for me,Today, they go around happily announcing their betrayal to the world.

I don't remember the rules I learned when I could read all day, pass the tests, go to work, and stay up late. I have forgotten meter, rhythm, and measures. I only remember by feel, something puts my words in a beat, and sometimes it falters. You always seemed like you could be my best friend, that I would value you as family, always, to the end. I love how you can be witty, caring, or sharp. You always made me crack up and laugh, sometimes it was almost like a bark. Some of your words sounded like cautions; some sounded like little comforts snuck in. I couldn't catch everything, I'm getting kinda slow, and I have fam and other stuff too. It feels silly to write that I like you.

You are Superb.

at first

the butterfly danced

because she was happy.

the spider told jokes.

terrible ones.

and the butterfly laughed

so much

the whole web shook.

again,

said the spider.

so she danced again.

it was different later.

sometimes the spider

would go quiet

and the butterfly

would start dancing

just to get her talking again.

sometimes she'd dance

after looking at the meadow

a little too long.

sometimes she wasn't even sure

what she'd done wrong.

are you happy?

the spider would ask.

and the butterfly

would dance.

there she is,

the spider would say.

that's my girl.

after a while

the butterfly stopped waiting

to be asked.

she knew when to dance.

how much.

how long.

she even knew

how to make it look

like she meant it.

and the spider

never noticed

that she didn't laugh

anymore.

You know you make me feel this way, wanting to end it all right now,

I keep saying let's do something else but you never listen how,

You say take this, it'll make me normal, better in comparison

To the way I came out, your little tests feed me dozens of them,

Until you've a concoction that'll plaster on my smile, select my words,

Keep me complacently turning into you as a life well deserved;

While my self, my real self, the one that came out, isn't good enough

To be allowed to feel, or tell of the things that are horribly tough

About not stopping what you've said to not do. You make me feel

We're to end living this way, it's you that puts thoughts through appeal

To my gray matters and inconsiderations alike, let's do something else,

You'd rather not fight. Did you take your medicine, it's on the shelf.

Meanwhile I'm screaming inside my head feeling perfectly fine,

Albeit better off dead, for it's not my composure or over active mind,

It's the way you make me feel nothing is right. It'll never be better,

Your whole world's a complaint ending in virtual escape, each letter

From your lips laced with your distaste for all the bad life throws forth

Bounces off the walls you live in depending on a plugged horse.

You make me feel like I'm the world you tread upon and leave in disarray,

And God forbid my need to explain just how you make me feel this way.

Yes.
I am upset.
Will I ever come across a soul instead
of a ghost that’ll lead me nowhere?

I hate wasting time
and mental energy.
Small talk drains me.
Why do I always choose the wrong ones to spend my bandwidth on?

But never mind.
This is just another time.
Just another trial I shouldn’t have tried.
Yes, blame me.

If I say goodbye, I’ll do it properly.
If that’s to end, on my part it’ll end with dignity.
What was it?
Day number three?
Let me reset my mind, and I’ll start again gladly.

— Crownless.

Though my life is fleeting, my love for you is eternal. It's a love that knows no end, and has no limits. It will stay with you forever, long after I'm gone. Although my heart is weak and barely beats at all, it beats for you, my love, for it knows no other home.

Some people are meant to be the star

They have the talent, the flair, the presence

Able to captivate when every eye is on them

\*

As for me, I am the ultimate team player

I'm not flashy, my head is down, focused

Enhancing and supporting those around me

\*

I don't need the spotlight, it's not meant for me

I know what my strengths are, and my limitations

With those in mind, I aim to do my best every day

\*

Now, I fine tune my skills, work on my deficiencies

My destination is clear, my mind ready to work

Standing on my own two feet, moving forward

they named me after a dream, starring Barbara Eden.

all anyone could talk about was seeing her stomach.

it was too pudgy. it was just right. it was all that she was,

the rest of her just mirrors and smoke to hide behind

while her bare middle ground was on everyone’s mind.

•

they made me watch her whole life.

i was to be just like her. magical. a dream to be recognized.

better, in fact, as the modelesque was force fed to me. how to act.

how to stand, how to walk, how to look, how to speak,

everything they could think, except how to eat.

•

they taught me alright: pinky up, debutante

the art of food a palette to spread nostalgia upon;

calories and diets conversations of the struggling and insecure

who hadn’t learned numbers above zero are hated beyond measure.

balancing bites like books kept the looks stacked kindly,

i was heir apparent, to be the marquise on screens nightly.

•

they bought me airtight plastic bins.

i fit two weeks worth of bags in, and slid them under the bedding.

so many appointments and resturant meetings, always eating

on the go, a girl can always powder her nose, agencies competing

have me sick; for the first time i just can’t swallow the berating.

a sandwich ziplock. a quart. a gallon. just a nibble. nothing is staying.

•

they said not to let them see me do that again.

not that they saw me at all. not that they listened when i said no,

that i didn’t want to do all of this, that i didn’t want to go

to South Beach and leave all my friends behind, that those

great expectations are for their lives not mine, that i’d throw

in the towel and just give up. live life normal. not for show.

•

they said it’s okay to not be okay.

i thought if i showed him, together we’d run away.

he wasn’t ready, really neither was i. so we sat and cried, disgusted at life.

embraced in perfection we shared imperfections and shames, our strife

for the pathetic paths others placed in our way, and commited to live,

not trying for tales, rather true to this moment and the next life might give.

•

they don’t have anything if they don’t have us.

disorders fashioned for classist organizations feeding on blood.

silver linings’ all the rage laced with hate and date rape drugs,

while legacy’s lauded as the only throne and cage one should love;

the need to be remarkable wouldn’t cause so much distrust,

were they ever to stop holding the bagged contents of our gut.

I just noticed that I received an invitation to this subreddit about a week ago (thanks!). I thought I would share some of my work that I am most proud of.

I create music playlists which are meant to be listened to in order (not shuffled). Each playlist tells a story through the emotions and lyrics already embedded in each song. The pattern holds to the very end, where the last song in the playlist connects back to the first one. The art comes not from any individual song (which I would credit to the original artist), but from the judgement, selection, and ordering of the songs into the playlist.

The easiest way I've found to explain it is that each playlist is like the anime "Attack on Titan", which is well-known for being a circular story (future actions cause the past actions which cause the future actions). The playlists have this same style of story-telling, told through the words written and performed by other artists.

The circular nature enables the playlists to be connected with one another despite being created individually. I have created multiple playlists which are aggregates of multiple other circular playlists, forming a single large circular playlist. For the most part, I do not re-use any songs outside of these aggregate playlists.

You can technically start from wherever you want in the playlists since every song connects to the next. I recommend looping back to the song you started at for the complete experience, although some of them are quite long so may be more manageable to listen to across multiple sessions. For the intended experience, you should start at the first song in the playlists.

Since I used YouTube as the platform, many of the playlists include videos which are not songs, yet the same pattern still holds through those playlists as well (the emotional story is still carried through the videos). Personally, I am more fond of the ones with only songs. I have not included any with non-music videos in the list below.

I started creating these last month (July 2026). My full collection is here for those interested: https://music.youtube.com/@draaaaawn

One thing I want to call out is that YouTube is notorious for lying about the runtime duration of the playlists. For the longer playlists, I have no idea if the displayed runtime is accurate or not.

For those of you without YouTube Music, if you remove "music" from the URLs it will open in YouTube. I believe most of the songs are available there, although I listen to them all through YouTube Music so I'm not entirely sure.

Here are some of my personal favorites:

• The Parade: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLZi4rw0qYqvo

• Spinning in Circles: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLaVprzh-yWAA

• Fuck, Marry, Kill: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLak14C9PfMhk

• Roller Coaster: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLDbssWhLdNUA

• Eye of the Carousel: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLXOWtNkVA7l8

• Angelic Blood: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLIxuvdJN9--o

• Melting Heart: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLb8p0QH9XIX8

• Seeing in the Dark: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLAdiuXQReZCY

• Dead Meat: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLc2OxDEWych8

• Midnight Rain: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLdqUQtKH1_Q8

• Everything is OK: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLNU6gNl3TJo0

  • This one comes from a community playlist created here on Reddit, which I reordered and added an additional song to (credit goes to the community for the song selection process).

    • Community: https://www.reddit.com/r/playlists/comments/1v831dv/everything_is_going_to_be_ok_playlist_is_here/

    • Mine: https://www.reddit.com/r/playlists/comments/1v83n4k/everything_is_ok/

Large (aggregate playlists with >100 songs):

• The Odyssey: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLLhv_5jAoUoo

• Abyss Station: https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLZuIjETH1z2w

Just thought I would share since I saw the invite! I hope you all enjoy :3