bipolarorchid
A Lover Of the Written Word
Snippets of my absolute favorite Books, Poems and Songs, which are many and varied.
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“Paradoxically, the ability to be alone is the condition for the ability to love.”
— Erich Fromm
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If I can stop one Heart
From breaking
I shall not Live in Vain;
If i can Ease one life
The Aching,
Or cool one Pain
Or help a Fainting robin
Unto his Nest again
I shall not Live in Vain
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She wasn't born Herself
She found Herself
Over a Long
And treacherous Road
And the more treacherous
The Road
The more of
Herself
She Found
#Finding Yourself#Through the Forest#Atticus#Poetry#Makes you Stronger#Endless Choices#Beautiful Chaos
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She,
In the Dark
Found Light
Brighter than many will see
She,
Within Herself
Found Loveliness,
Through the Soul's own Mastery
And now the World recieves
Through her Dower:
The message of the Strength
Of inner Power
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Some say the World will End in Fire
Some say in Ice.
From what i've tasted of Desire
I hold with those who favor Fire.
But if it had to Perish twice,
I think i know enough of Hate
To say that for Destruction Ice
Is also Great
And would Suffice.
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Remember What You Must Do
When They Undervalue You,
When They Think
Your Softness Is Your Weakness,
When They Treat Your Kindness
Like It Is Their Advantage.
You Awaken
Every Dragon,
Every Wolf,
Every Monster That Sleeps Inside
And You Remind Them
What Hell Looks Like
When It Wears The Skin
Of A Gentle Human
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You May Write Me Down In History
With Your Bitter, Twisted Lies
You May Trod Me In The Very Dirt
But Still, Like Dust, I Rise
Does My Sassiness Upset You?
Why are you Beset With Gloom?
Cause I Walk Like I've Got Oil Wells
Pumping In My Livin Room.
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The Caged Bird Sings
With a Fearfull Trill
Of things Unknown
But Longed for Still
And his Tune is Heard
On the Distant Hill
For a Caged Bird
Sings of Freedom
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i struggle so deeply
to understand
how someone can
pour their entire soul
into someone
without wanting
anything in
return
- i will have to wait till i'm a mother
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Welcom to the Panic Room, Where all your Darkest Fears are gonna Comfort you, Comfort you
Au/ra, Panic Room
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I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference
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In Our Loves there is but One Respect
Though In Our Lives a Seperable Spite
Which, though it alter not Love's Sole Effect
Yet doth it steal hours from Love's Delight.
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Tyger, Tyger Burning Bright
In the Forests of the Night
Unto what Hand or Immortal Eye
Can Frame Thy fearful Symmetry?
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"I Felt A Funeral, In my Brain
And Mourners to And Fro
Kept treading - treading
Till it Seemed
That Sense
Was Breaking Through"
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Day 27 of This Bullshit
Welp, today was actually pretty good, or as good as my shitty life gets. That lame ass Hero came by like usual (eyeroll), but he came by early today, which was a blessing from the Overlord himself! After he left I was peacefully left to watch my Stories without any interruptions, though one of those wolf-men had the absolute nerve to walk in front of my tv, right when Isabella confessed to Derek!
I made sure that was the last time he would ever do that again. He should be grateful I broke just his legs, and not his neck. *Sigh* Oh Isabellerek, I shall Ship you as long as air fills my lungs!
Anyway, the Hero came, said his lame ass speech that he repeats everyday as usual (As if I can forget it when he repeats the same lame ass words everyday!) did his little 'pew pew' shit and left, costing me hundreds of thousands in damamges, as usual.
I swear, if his brother didn't send me a check every month for the damages, I would've toasted his weak ass the first time he showed up to my lair!
I mean, just cause I like the color black, hate people, and have a few thousand wolf minions living with me in my underground cave lair, that automatically means i'm evil?!? If I didn't leave the door purposefully unlocked, he wouldn't even be able to get through the goddamndoor, for fucks sake!
But you know what, my therapist said that's my problem, ranting on and on and on for so long that it stresses me out. And you know what, after breaking his arm and letting my minions ransack his office, I thought that maybe he might have been right.
I dont know how long I'm going to keep putting up with This Bullshit, money can only take me soo far, so maybe its time to up my game.
Xander, the Hero before this Pussybitch, was as much Villan as he was Hero, stopping the bad guys and saving day but then Partying so hard and wild afterwards it'd make a nun blush to recount all that happened.
With Bad boy looks and a Chrisima to match, it was a wonder he could even walk straight with all the women that threw themselves at him.
Doing him a favor and letting his lil bro gather some confidence and "experience", it didnt seem like much at first, not if I got to see him every month when he came for a status update.
Though maybe this months visit might be different. I've been sensing a bit of....restlessness about him. Maybe my short skirts might have a bit to do with it? *Wink* *Wink*
Anyway, that was today. Hopefully tomorrow will be even better and that Hero will have gotten killed before coming here. I would love to lend Xander a shoulder to cry on.
Cassandra Out.
Write journal entries from the perspective of the villain. Does he learn anything? What kind of impact does the main protagonist have on his consciousness? Does he trust his journal with his deepest darkest secrets?
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