Quoth The Raven's posts
Posted in Okay so I had to do this
Posted 8 years ago
Just wanted to let you all know that the second ping is the one that worked for me.
Posted in Favorite song lyrics?
Posted 8 years ago
@Elithiya: After reading the lyrics, I decided to give the song a listen, and I genuinely enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing this wonderful song with us.
Posted in Favorite song lyrics?
Posted 8 years ago
Sing Me To Sleep by Alan Walker
Melodies stuck inside your head
A song in every breath
Sing me to sleep now
Remember me now, time cannot erase
I can hear your whispers in my mind
I've become what you cannot embrace
Our memory will be my lullaby
Melodies stuck inside your head
A song in every breath
Sing me to sleep now
Remember me now, time cannot erase
I can hear your whispers in my mind
I've become what you cannot embrace
Our memory will be my lullaby
Posted in What are you currently listening to?
Posted 8 years ago
Hound Dog by Elvis Presley
Posted in Thinking about restarting
Posted 8 years ago
To be honest, it sounds like you are already set on doing it, so I don't see how our opinions are really going to sway you except give you further encouragement to actually do it. So with that in mind, if you feel like you'll be profitable, go for it.
Posted in Share poems that you love!
Posted 8 years ago
I'm not one to read poetry of my own volition (this was in fact required reading in school), but considering this poem has stuck with me, I figured I'd share it.
O Captain! My Captain!
BY WALT WHITMAN
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! My Captain!
BY WALT WHITMAN
O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.