Neither your pity nor your comfort do I desire.
Only your focus lights my fire.
I am a blip on an endless web,
Where social constructs flow and ebb.
Thumbs and tiny faces control my station,
with blessings from each vibration.
Status established with laughs and cries,
Never knowing if it's truths or it's lies.
Follow me with your scroll
and help me fill this empty hole.
I'm rewarded by each comment and click.
Without them I would cease to tick.
Feed me your feelings both sweet and sour.
For each fills me with power.
Good Fortune to You.
About the Creator
Tales from a Madman
.. the figure in question had out-Heroded Herod, and gone beyond the bounds of even the Prince's indefinite decorum.
The Masque of the Red Death
Edgar Allan Poe
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Sonnet - To Science and Alone
I present to you two examples of Poe's desire for a different life, something many of us still pine for. In Sonnet - To Science, Poe expresses his dreams of a simpler time when Nymphs still roamed the land, mysteries still to be solved, and places to be discovered. In Alone, Poe gives us a rare glimpse into his childhood and his early separation between him and his fellow man.
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