VladI am the man who cleanses inferiors. The man who will be known for all the ages for my works. I will sit on the left hand of God. And I will be equal with His son. Because I am the man who is His greatest servant. His greatest servant.Vlad
I am the man who fights alongside dragons. I am the man who lay half dead in a jail cell. Imprisoned by those who will burn in hell. Turned over to them by my own father. I lay cold frigid biting bitter in the damp dark for what felt like a perpetual infinity sleeping in my own waste and feeding off of my brothers the rats while my brother dined with gods.
I am the man who escaped and took b
Dawnit happened the day i saw you in no place that mattered significant prelude to a dawnDawn
from some young age i was an aspect of change i became something else every turn in every part of me it was a change in a point in a wall that would happen and then melt (
using the softest of words to describe
absolute rebirth | metamorphosis
| ~Taken from one of the greatest novels ever written, Perks of Being A Wallflower~ Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Chops" because that was the name of his dog And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo And he let them sing on the bus And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair And his mother and father kissed a lot And the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X's and he had to ask his father what the X's meant And his father always tucked him in bed at night And was always there to do it Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem And he called it "Autumn" because that was the name of the season And that's what it was all about And his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars And left butts on the pews And sometimes they would burn holes That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus And the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot And his father never tucked him in bed at night And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it. Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem And he called it "Innocence: A Question" because that was the question about his girl And that's what it was all about And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her That was the year that Father Tracy died And he forgot how the end of the Apostle's Creed went And he caught his sister making out on the back porch And his mother and father never kissed or even talked And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundly That's why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem And he called it "Absolutely Nothing" Because that's what it was really all about And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn't think he could reach the kitchen. |
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When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.
--Albus Dumbledore
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When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.
--Albus Dumbledore
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When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.
--Albus Dumbledore
Not many people know it.
Citation is always good, would you be happy if someone had a poem yours posted somewhere, without telling who it was by?
Just saying, not meaning to offend.
It's personally, my all time favorite poem written by anyone, not just manic depressives. I myself have recently been diagnosed with pure mania, which is more of a sustained form of depression with no relieve, causing to go blocks, 30, 40, 60, hours without sleep.
Thank you for the watch, by the way.
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When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.
--Albus Dumbledore
My friend was just diagnosed with really bad depression. He's going through some hard times. Sorry about that.
And yes this poem is probably my favorite in this style. Citation slipped my mind at the time.
Thank you.
It's funny how so many poet are suicidal or depressed.
A trait of them I guess.
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When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.
--Albus Dumbledore
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