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Abraham Lincoln was Emo! - Dark Jaguar - 16th January 2006
Holy karp!
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The Suicide’s Soliloquy
Abraham Lincoln
Here, where the lonely hooting owl
Sends forth his midnight moans,
Fierce wolves shall o’er my carcase growl,
Or buzzards pick my bones.
No fellow-man shall learn my fate,
Or where my ashes lie;
Unless by beasts drawn round their bait,
Or by the ravens’ cry.
Yes! I’ve resolved the deed to do,
And this the place to do it:
This heart I’ll rush a dagger through,
Though I in hell should rue it!
Hell! What is hell to one like me
Who pleasures never know;
By friends consigned to misery,
By hope deserted too?
To ease me of this power to think,
That through my bosom raves,
I’ll headlong leap from hell’s high brink,
And wallow in its waves.
Though devils yell, and burning chains
May waken long regret;
Their frightful screams, and piercing pains,
Will help me to forget.
Yes! I’m prepared, through endless night,
To take that fiery berth!
Think not with tales of hell to fright
Me, who am damn’d on earth!
Sweet steel! come forth from our your sheath,
And glist’ning, speak your powers;
Rip up the organs of my breath,
And draw my blood in showers!
I strike! It quivers in that heart
Which drives me to this end;
I draw and kiss the bloody dart,
My last—my only friend!
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My Childhood Home I See Again
[I]
My childhood's home I see again,
And sadden with the view;
And still, as memory crowds my brain,
There's pleasure in it too.
O Memory! thou midway world
'Twixt earth and paradise,
Where things decayed and loved ones lost
In dreamy shadows rise,
And, freed from all that's earthly vile,
Seem hallowed, pure, and bright,
Like scenes in some enchanted isle
All bathed in liquid light.
As dusky mountains please the eye
When twilight chases day;
As bugle-tones that, passing by,
In distance die away;
As leaving some grand waterfall,
We, lingering, list its roar--
So memory will hallow all
We've known, but know no more.
Near twenty years have passed away
Since here I bid farewell
To woods and fields, and scenes of play,
And playmates loved so well.
Where many were, but few remain
Of old familiar things;
But seeing them, to mind again
The lost and absent brings.
The friends I left that parting day,
How changed, as time has sped!
Young childhood grown, strong manhood gray,
And half of all are dead.
I hear the loved survivors tell
How nought from death could save,
Till every sound appears a knell,
And every spot a grave.
I range the fields with pensive tread,
And pace the hollow rooms,
And feel (companion of the dead)
I'm living in the tombs.
[II]
But here's an object more of dread
Than ought the grave contains--
A human form with reason fled,
While wretched life remains.
Poor Matthew! Once of genius bright,
A fortune-favored child--
Now locked for aye, in mental night,
A haggard mad-man wild.
Poor Matthew! I have ne'er forgot,
When first, with maddened will,
Yourself you maimed, your father fought,
And mother strove to kill;
When terror spread, and neighbors ran,
Your dange'rous strength to bind;
And soon, a howling crazy man
Your limbs were fast confined.
How then you strove and shrieked aloud,
Your bones and sinews bared;
And fiendish on the gazing crowd,
With burning eye-balls glared--
And begged, and swore, and wept and prayed
With maniac laught[ter?] joined--
How fearful were those signs displayed
By pangs that killed thy mind!
And when at length, tho' drear and long,
Time smoothed thy fiercer woes,
How plaintively thy mournful song
Upon the still night rose.
I've heard it oft, as if I dreamed,
Far distant, sweet, and lone--
The funeral dirge, it ever seemed
Of reason dead and gone.
To drink it's strains, I've stole away,
All stealthily and still,
Ere yet the rising God of day
Had streaked the Eastern hill.
Air held his breath; trees, with the spell,
Seemed sorrowing angels round,
Whose swelling tears in dew-drops fell
Upon the listening ground.
But this is past; and nought remains,
That raised thee o'er the brute.
Thy piercing shrieks, and soothing strains,
Are like, forever mute.
Now fare thee well--more thou the cause,
Than subject now of woe.
All mental pangs, by time's kind laws,
Hast lost the power to know.
O death! Thou awe-inspiring prince,
That keepst the world in fear;
Why dost thos tear more blest ones hence,
And leave him ling'ring here?
Abraham Lincoln was Emo! - N-Man - 17th January 2006
Too literary, not enough wrist slashing
Abraham Lincoln was Emo! - Dark Jaguar - 17th January 2006
But hey, plenty of heart stabbing, and he certainly seemed to love describing how "beautiful" the physical result would be. I mean, he called the knife he might kill himself with his only friend. How much more emo can you get?
Abraham Lincoln was Emo! - Great Rumbler - 17th January 2006
It's a well known fact that Lincoln battled with long bouts of depression.
Abraham Lincoln was Emo! - Laser Link - 17th January 2006
I didn't think DJ would know about emo. He usually plays the "I refuse to participate in society" card. :)
Abraham Lincoln was Emo! - Dark Jaguar - 17th January 2006
I do? No, participation is pretty much a requirement, and I have no problem with that. I just don't tend to participate in the parts I don't find much interest in and have found a way to live without worrying about.
And yeah, it's well known that president was depressed, but I never knew he wrote poetry until recently, and I had no idea exactly what it was actually like.
Oh, actually I didn't know about "emo" until this board pretty much introduced the concept to me. Honestly I have a big problem with that sort of label simply because it makes being emotional seem like a bad thing. Sure, being suicidal and pretty much in love with it is something I have a multitude of problems with on a series of levels, but this whole anti-expression thing... well I mean some people get depressed.
Abraham Lincoln was Emo! - Great Rumbler - 17th January 2006
Emo is all about extreme emotions [usually suicidal] for the sake of getting attention. It has little to do with any sort of regular emotions.
Abraham Lincoln was Emo! - Dark Jaguar - 17th January 2006
Yeah yeah, I know that's what some people say. However, that's not what the school childens, who basically invented the slang, have to say about it. Now ANY sort of emotional outbursts are labelled as wrong.
Abraham Lincoln was Emo! - N-Man - 17th January 2006
Similar to movies like Saw and games like GTA, which embody the way our society is dulled towards violence, these guys symbolize the way we are dulled towards love. They are the children of pop culture and nauseatingly sweet romance movies. I blame Julia Roberts.
Abraham Lincoln was Emo! - A Black Falcon - 17th January 2006
My opinion that labels like that are stupid stands.
Abraham Lincoln was Emo! - Great Rumbler - 17th January 2006
Quote:However, that's not what the school childens, who basically invented the slang, have to say about it.
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Abraham Lincoln was Emo! - Dark Jaguar - 17th January 2006
You heard me. School childens invented "the" slang, and also this new fangled term of "emo".
Abraham Lincoln was Emo! - Great Rumbler - 17th January 2006
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Abraham Lincoln was Emo! - Dark Jaguar - 17th January 2006
I'm saying the slang "emo" was created by kids!
Abraham Lincoln was Emo! - Great Rumbler - 18th January 2006
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Abraham Lincoln was Emo! - Dark Jaguar - 18th January 2006
You're messing with me aren't you?
Abraham Lincoln was Emo! - Great Rumbler - 18th January 2006
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Abraham Lincoln was Emo! - Dark Jaguar - 18th January 2006
No you don't!
Abraham Lincoln was Emo! - Geno - 2nd February 2006
Yeah, I knew Abraham Lincoln suffered from clinical depression. I knew he wrote sometimes, although I wasn't sure if there were any records of his depressing poetry.
If being "emo" simply means that you have emotional outbursts, then I'm one of the most emo people I know. Hell, I enjoy fiction that contains emotional outbursts and can make me have an emotional outburst. I like being emotional! I'm far from suicidal though. When someone is suicidal, it sickens me how some people can just shrug it off as "Eh, tell him to stop being such a whiny emo." It's a serious problem and usually the person can't help it. Although sometimes they're looking for attention, still, it's not something that can easily be shrugged off if they actually kill themselves.