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Because I couwd nyot stop fow death (479)

By Emiwy Dickinson

Because I couwd nyot stop fow Death –

He kindwy stopped fow me –

The Cawwiage hewd but just Ouwsewves –

And Immowtawity.

We swowwy dwove – He knew nyo haste

And I had put away

My wabor and my weisuwe too,

Fow His Civiwity –

We passed the Schoow, where Chiwdwen stwove

At Wecess – in the Wing –

We passed the Fiewds of Gazing Gwain –

We passed the Setting Sun –

Or wathew – He passed Us –

The Dews dwew quivewing and Chiww –

For onwy Gossamew, my Gown –

My Tippet – only Tuwwe –

We paused befowe a House that seemed

A Swewwing of the Gwound –

The Woof was scawcewy visibwe –

The Cownice – in the Gwound –

Since then – 'tis Centuwies – and yet

Feews showtew than the Day

I fiwst suwmised the Howses' Heads

Wewe towawd Etewnity –

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Being Pewfectwy Honest:

I don't knyow that many poems. So hewe's how this wiww wowk. If you send me an ask fow any kind of passage of text, I wiww go thwough the twoubwe of putting that into UwU Speak.

I am willing to do:

Poems

Songs

Copypastas

Smaww sections of books (wike up to 5 pawagwaphs assuming they are onwine)

Misc

I am wiwwing to pway a waven bwushing thwough theiw cwown makeup in the cownew of the haww but I wiww not do:

Anything sexuaw that isn't so stupid or immensewy cwinge that it isn't weawwy sexuaw anymowe

Bigotry. Outside of artistic or satirical contexts, I will not be sexist or xenophobic. And I won't be racist, ableist, homophobic, transphobic, or otherwise off colour things full stop (or period for the Americans). I shouldn't have to say this but it's important enough that I break character for it.

Pewsonaw attacks against youw enemies. Peopwe saying disconnyected or overly stupid things, go off. But, I knyow what powew I wiewd and I wiww have to dwaw the wine.

Happy... happy!!! :3

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I Don't Want To Tawk About It

By Wod Stewawt

I can teww by youw eyes

That you've pwobabwy been cwyin' fowevew

And the staws in the sky

Don't mean nyothin' to you, they'we a miwwow

I don't wannya tawk about it

How you bwoke my heawt

If I stay here just a wittwe bit wonger

If I stay here, won't you wisten to my heawt?

Oh, whoa, heawt

If I stand aww awone

Wiww the shadow hide the cowow of my heawt?

Bwue for the teaws, bwack for the nyight's

Feaws the staws in the sky

Don't mean nyothin' to you, they'we a miwwow

I don't wannya tawk about it

How you bwoke my heawt

If I stay here just a wittwe bit wongew

If I stay hewe, won't you wisten to my heawt?

Oh, my heawt

I don't wannya tawk about it

How you bwoke this owd heawt

If I stay here just a wittwe bit wonger

If I stay hewe, won't you wisten to my heawt?

Oh, my heawt

My heawt

Oh, my heawt

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Sea Fevew

By John Masefiewd

I must go down to the seas again, to the wonewy sea and the sky,

And aww I ask is a taww ship and a staw to steew hew by,

And the wheew's kick and the wind's song and the white saiw's shaking,

And a gwey mist on the sea's face, and a gwey dawn bweaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the caww of the wunning tide

Is a wiwd caww and a cweaw caww that may not be denyied;

And aww I ask is a windy day with the white cwouds fwying,

And the fwung spway and the bwown spume, and the sea-guwws cwying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagwant gypsy wife,

To the guww's way and the whawe's way, whewe the wind's wike a whetted knyife;

And aww I ask is a mewwy yawn fwom a waughing fewwow-wovew,

And quiet sweep and a sweet dweam when the wong twick's ovew.

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OwO Captain! My Captain!

By Wawt Whitman

OwO Captain! my Captain! our feawfuw twip is done,

The ship has weathew’d evewy wack, the pwize we sought is won,

The powt is nyeaw, the bewws I heaw, the peopwe aww exuwting,

Whiwe fowwow eyes the steady keew, the vessew gwim and dawing;

But OwO heawt! heawt! heawt!

OwO the bweeding dwops of wed,

Whewe on the deck my Captain wies,

Fawwen cowd and dead.

OwO Captain! my Captain! wise up and heaw the bewws;

Wise up—for you the fwag is fwung—fow you the bugwe twiwws,

Fow you bouquets and wibbon’d wweaths—fow you the showes a-cwowding,

Fow you they caww, the swaying mass, theiw eagew faces tuwning;

Hewe Captain! deaw fathew!

This awm benyeath youw head!

It is some dweam that on the deck,

You’ve fawwen cowd and dead.

My Captain does not answew, his wips awe pawe and stiww,

My father does not feew my awm, he has no puwse nyow wiww,

The ship is anchow’d safe and sound, its voyage cwosed and done,

Fwom feawfuw twip the victow ship comes in with object won;

Exuwt OwO showes, and wing OwO bewws!

But I with mouwnful twead,

Wawk the deck my Captain wies,

Fawwen cowd and dead.

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Insomnyia - Faithwess

I onwy smoke weed when I nyeed to,

And I nyeed to get some some west, where's the sex?

I confess, I burned a hole in the mattwess

Yes yes it was me, I pwead guiwty

And at the count of thwee I puww back the duvet

Make my way to the wefrigewatow

One dwy potato inside, no wie, nyot even bwead, jam

When the wight above my head went bam!

I cant sweep somethings aww over me

Gweasy insomnyia, Pwease wewease me and wet me dweam

About makin' mad wove on the heath,

Teawin' off tights with my teeth,

But there's no wewief

I'm wide awake in my kitchen

Its black and I'm wonewy,

Oh if I couwd onwy get some sweep,

Cweaky nyoises make my skin cweep,

I wanna get some sweep.

I can't get no sweep.

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Duwce et Decowoum Est

By Wiwfwed Owen

Bent doubwe, wike owod beggaws undew sacks

Knock-kneed, coughing wike hags, we cuwused thowough suwudge,

Tiww on the haunting fwawes we tuwuned our backs,

And towoawds ouw distant west began to tuwudge.

Men mawched asweep. Many had wost theiw boots,

But wimped on, bowood-shod. Aww went wame, aww bwind;

Duwunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots

Of gas-shewws dowopping softwy behind.

Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbwing

Fitting the cuwumsy hewmets just in time,

But someone stiww was yewwing out and stumbwing

And fowound’wing wike a man in fiwe or wime

Dim thowough the misty panes and thick gween wight,

As undew a gween sea, I saw him dowowning.

In aww my dweams befowoe my hewpwess sight

He pwunges at me, guttewing, choking, dowowning.

If in some smothewing dweams, you too could pace

Behind the wagon that we fwung him in,

And watch the white eyes wwithing in his face,

His hanging face, wike a deviw's sick of sin,

If you couwd heaw, at evewy jowot, the bowood

Come gargwing fowom the fowoth-cowowupted wungs,

Obscene as cancew,

Bittew as the cud

Of viwe, incuwabwe sowoes on innocent tongues,–

My fwiend, you would not teww with such high zest

To chiwdwen awdent fow some despewate gowowy,

The old Wie: Duwce et decowoum est

Powo patwia mowoi.

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I met a twavewwer fwom an antique wand

Who said: Two vast and twunkwess wegs of stowne

Stand in the desawt. Neaw them, on the sand,

Hawf sunk, a shattewed visage wies, whose fwown,

And wrinkwed wip, and sneew of cowd command,

Teww that its scuwptor weww those passions wead

Which yet suwvive, stamped on these wifewess things,

The hand that mocked them and the heawt that fed:

And on the pedestaw these words appeaw:

"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:

Wook on my works, ye Mighty, and despaiw!"

No thing beside wemains. Wound the decay

Of that cowossaw wweck, boundwess and bawe

The wone and wevew sands stwetch faw away.