The Fallen Archangel of Pride.

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Death Cometh.

I can feel it down my spine ,

The river of synapse dying.

There's a feeling that I get ,

When I look to the dark.

The reaper stands tall ,

With his blade sheathed away.

He stares at me in madness ,

I can feel life flowing away.

The reaper calls to me,

Death's embrace is on hold.

The dark eyes of his ,

Looking at me.

He says he would set me free.

Death is beckoning to me ,

I can feel it in my chest.

The pain and the blood ,

And no chance of rest.

Nightmares of mine ,

Keeping me awake at night,

Death calls to me ,

Asks me to give up the fight.

He sits by my bedside ,

Sharpening his scythe.

There's a feeling I have ,

That I won't survive the night.

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Words to live by : Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery. Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell, And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then? One short sleep past, we wake eternally And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die. - By John Donne #johndonne #poetrycommunity #ancientpoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/BxahxxXnFX9/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=c1dlt1g5ue7v

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Listen to You're the One. by Mridutpal Bhattacharyya #np on #SoundCloud

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A tale of blood and bone. (Part-1) Like the pale moon's glow on a frosty night , Like the icy fingers of the reaper closing in . A gust of wind burst inside, flinging the curtains aside. John was sitting back in his bed , reclined on the wall. With his eyes peeled on the open window in front of him. The window looked over a gloomy orchard. That with the passage of time among the concrete structures surrounding it , being deprived of light had grown into a skeleton outline of what used to be majestic trees once. And today , just like the last 4 days since John moved in with his parents , the breeze had arose again , and turned into sudden ice cold gusts. John , sat , focused on the window . Terrified of whatever lay outside. His 9 year old brain could only think of monsters & spectres lying behind the window. He had complained to his parents the other day , about the cold in his room , and how he felt a presence each time the wind started to rush in. His parents , disregarded his complaints.. Today , was the fourth day , of his despair. The night was growing dimmer. When , it started again. The wind brought in the familiar scent , John had been grossed out at for the past few days. The smell of burnt wood , & the smell of bodies burning . The smells one could distinctly recognize if they have been to a crematorium. But this time , it wasn't only the smell or the cold that terrified little John. He thought he could hear something. Something whispered through the air. A distant hymn , as it seemed to him. Whatever it was , that he could hear , it was gibberish to him. Two hours passed by , John was now fast asleep in his bed , when the wind had died out . John's mother had closed the window. And that reduced John's fear by quite a bit. John jolts awake all of a sudden. He had heard a sound. Someone was tapping the second storey window. He closed his eyes , covered his face with the blanket and tried to sleep. But , he couldn't . Curiosity had over-taken him. He somehow managed to conjure up the courage to go to the window & look out. . . . . . . #horrorstories #dark #horrorart #occult #storytime #writersofinstagram #writers https://www.instagram.com/p/BvuNUFGHsov/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=95fmn7gcby9i

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It's not the way things went back when you were together that matters. Neither is it the slightest chance of being together ever again that stands out in your mind.

What stays awake forever , looking out the window with droplets of rain painted on it. Sitting in a scene of dark & melancholic thoughts painted on a blank canvas is what you felt & the way you felt it.

What lives on through eternity & stands tall against the test of time is what you failed to express & what you failed to inculcate into your habits . What eats out your high hopes are what you know you could've done but you didn't . It's what you know that pains you rather than what you don't know. For it is easy to paint the blame on anyone except yourself. & through this pain do we learn to find ourselves. We get to understand what we are for who we are. It's through this guilt that we understand what we had & we lost over our own falliabilities & vices.

The worst part is... you never can change what happened even if you agree to die for it.

And you can only live on in longing for moments of togetherness..what you might never have ever again or .

Deep down , when you've started to know yourself the way you've never known yourself before. You know what you've done. & somewhere you know that you don't deserve what was given to you. For you might mistreat again.

But somewhere , you also know that , the shot at redemption you so direly want is the only thing that can keep you up & running. & it's your only motivation.. & you know you deserve it as undeserving as you once were. For you're now able to understand how to treat such gifts.

& that's the dilemma that rages on in your mind & heart forever.

When you've had & you've lost.

[fallenarchangelofpride-blog]

WAR

Been Running with a painful emotion, Stuck in a carcass underneath the ocean,

Thinking what you want, while everything falls apart.

God! I never thought, we could grow apart.

Never have I ever felt this way,

Your memories haunt me every day,

Every moment I’m alive, I’ve got to fight.

Bringing deaths & lies, mannequins of fright.

Epidemics of anxiety & frustration,

I’d be so happy if had no relations, with anyone alive.

To end this war, I’ve gotta fight.

The demon in my mind, burying me alive.

I can’t let you, get hurt!

I’ll never let you feel alone,

Ever in your life.

So we see eye to eye,

So that I end up , walking by your side.

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Lady love :

It had been a year since I'd been heartbroken , there was no peace of mind for me .

It was the Boards that got me devastated . It was gonna be the percentage that frustrated me.

I had regrets, I had these dreams I thought were never gonna be fullfilled .

I had my grandmother's death on my mind , I had my plates full.

Then a few days went by , and I got provincial admission in a stream I didn't want.

There was this girl , who seemingly liked me alot , I didn't feel like I'd ever belong to her.

There was this girl , who embraced me , as miserable as I was .

There was this girl ,who waited on me to get better .

There was this girl, who got me to go out with her friends & spend a day with her.

She was something I never thought I'd have . Yes , she turned out to be my lady love.

There was this girl , who proposed me & I reciprocated back & it became a wonderful world .

There was this past that haunted me , there was her past as well.

There were misunderstandings & my immaturity & on her side , her silent love for me

I protest... I did love her . I protest , I still do!

But there were moments when I felt in pain & got frustrated & shot it all out on her.

There were moments of anger that I regretted the moment I said something rude .

There were momebts in which , I fucked up! But I loved her , I still do!

There were times I felt lonely & I made her feel the same way I guess .

There had been days when I sat down to think & play while ignoring her at lengths.

I don't know what got into me , I made her live without me , rather...I made her regret being with me.

For though I cared I couldn't express it the way I should've , & came off clingy , obsessive & rude.

So , there was this girl , a free bird of her own will.

There was this jerkish me .

There was a love story without an happy ending .

But I protest , I love her...

I know she couldn't care less .

I understand but I want her to live happily , together again .

For, I know I can be what she wanted me to be.

For, I'm the best version of me that I can be.

& I want the best for her.

I want her to let all the anger out & let me back into her heart ,

So that there is an "ever after".

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[greaterland]

At Sunset

[etteraths]

the night we met // lord huron

[fallenarchangelofpride-blog]

Pain .

With tears pourin down from heaven , & loneliness of a night closing in.

And darkness clawing at the skin , with the light dimming out on me.

With heartache blended in pain & despair ,I still can smell your breath , your face is still fresh in my brain , all in your name.

I still can gaze at you gazeless you do make me cry.

I hunt down the grasses of green ,

I paint my blood on the broken twigs of our memories , living in me.

I wail while nature weeps ,

You're everthing that I miss ,

I hail the rain.

I hail the gloom withing.

Well.. I'm , addicted to pain.

[yurioverlord]

IMPORTANT- ROUGHLY $700 WORTH OF SUPPLIES AND COURSE MATERIALS STOLEN ON 1/24/19

Hello, my names Valentine. Today, at 5:20pm, my friends car window was shattered and my backpack was stolen. Due to this semester having started this previous Tuesday, my backpack contained most of my newly bought course materials. I paid for these materials with my financial aid money, not my own, so I have nothing left to buy duplicates.

I’m in my junior year of undergrad, and am taking three very specific upper-division English courses for my major, meaning the course materials were available in a limited supply and some are sold out in the bookstore. This means I have to buy them online, as I need to complete assignments due in a few days. I’m devastated, as roughly $200 worth of books, my iPad which I bought with my financial aid last semester worth $400 dollars, and other miscellaneous things such as an iPad charger, my sketchbook and planner were also in my backpack.

This is very long winded, but I’m partially in shock. I waited in the -4°F weather in a car with the window busted out in the dark with my friend for hours while we met with the police (which made my anxiety attacks worse) and will probably make edits to this post when I’m in a clearer mind

My Venmo is @valentineintrans

My cashapp is $valentinefemme

Please donate if you can and reblog if you want, all the money will go towards replacing my stolen belongings. Thank you.

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New Hope :

It's a new dawn ,

A new day to run .

It's a new morning ,

A new day for dreams .

It's a new opportunity ,

A new brightside to life.

It's a new dawn ,

With you by my side.

It's a new masterpiece ,

It's a new day for healing .

It's a new beginning ,

It's a new feeling.

Oh ! How I wish ,

How you could've shared it with me.

But then I think ,

We're together , under the same sky we're breathing.

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Blood of the North (Part 3) He was alone , & somewhere far away , atop a hill . The white wolf howled. Cutting through his tranquillity. The wild wolf reassured him that he wasn't alone. The song of the winterwolf was all he had now . & he would not give that up. For he was the north , he was the winter. & the north never forgets & the winter never forgives. #montage_of_grim #lostingloom #viking #nordic #nevergiveup #neverbackdown https://www.instagram.com/p/BraFpdsgz0y/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1iboclfuy20hf