Dead Poet Society

A rock band from Boston Massachusetts, known mostly for their use of a broken 7 string fretless guitar, which has sounds and techniques which aren’t able to be achieved with normal equipment, making it a unique sound all in it’s own.

“Yeah I shit my pants before a Dead Poet Society concert, well it wasn’t before the concert it was on the drive over, I never should have trusted that fart to he honest.”

by Isaadelle January 11, 2025

meta-poet

A creator who treats reality as a poem to be played, not written; one who composes existence through perception and participation.

A meta-poet is not merely a writer, but a player of realities — one who treats existence like a poem in progress.

To be a meta-poet is to treat existence as a canvas and language as the act of painting it.

by Ace M. October 30, 2025

The Poet and the Ghost

Your ink is loud,
a symphony on the page.
But the air between us
is dead quiet.
You preach communication
without making a sound.
You write of forever,
then mute the world.
You promised safety
in a voice I can no longer hear.

You promised once,
that you would never hurt me in this lifetime.
But I need you to know:
the silence hurts.

Which version is true?
The vow, or the ghost?

The Poet and the Ghost

by Mi & Your♾️Fantasia December 23, 2025

The Poet and the Ghost

Your silence became my mirror
and I spoke to it as if it breathed
One-sided communication...
it felt like talking to a wall,
but still, I whispered love into it
hoping you’d somehow hear my heart echo back
I said I would always be here for you
and I’ve kept that promise
I’m here still
writing to you in shadows
waiting for a sign
for the warmth that only in thoughts

held my name gently
But even love grows weary,
You can be drained
disrespected, bruised
Uncountable number of times
until love feels like erosion.
Tell me, what does that teach the soul?
To forget that the other is alive
to see only the reflection,
and not the pulse beneath it.
To love a ghost
while becoming one

The Poet and the Ghost (1)

by Love you too December 27, 2025

The Poet and the Ghost

I promised and never broke one
I never hurt you, come on
Hurt and disrate
Came with a band-aid

just for you
Not caring I bled or limped
Nothing would make me stop
I saw for myself
The last time we met and

before you even said
I knew my silence hurt you

You struggled to come through
I stayed in waiting
not to control, avenge or pain you
Only to know, grow and do

what felt right to you
My poet, my ghost
The vow remains
I love you

The Poet and the Ghost (2)

by Love you too December 27, 2025

The poet And the ghost (2)

You tried to save me with a band-aid
while you were bleeding out alone.
You speak of your pain as if mine isn't real,
retreating inside yourself
thinking your silence was a shield.

But we are not characters in a movie, my love.
There is no glory in this distance.
Walking away 'for my own good'
doesn't make you a hero,

it just makes us both lonely.

Your silence didn't protect me;
it is the very thing that breaks me.
I don't need protection from your darkness.
I would rather walk with you while you limp
than stand here perfectly safe,
loving a memory.

So please, don't choose the ghost.
Don't choose the noble exit.
Come back.
Bring your wounds, bring your scars,
bring the silence if you must—
but STAY.
If the vow remains, make it breathe again.
I am still here...

Waiting for the man, not the ghost.

The poet And the ghost (2)

by Mi & Your♾️Fantasia January 7, 2026

the tortured poets department

The eleventh studio album by singer-songwriter Taylor Swift. Contains 16 songs, and 15 more on its deluxe (THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT: THE ANTHOLOGY)

Also the title track of THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT.

“You left your typewriter at my apartment
Straight from The Tortured Poets Department

I think some things I never say
Like, ‘who uses typewriters anyway?’”

by thereshegoesagain May 31, 2024