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Chess.My Grandfather and I, always played chess.
He taught me how, he made me the best.
And now, it is time to play chess once again.
And show him that I am the best again.

My Grandfather and I, always played chess.
He taught me how, he made me the best.
And now, as I want to play chess once again.
I will show him that I am the best, once again.

My Grandfather and I, always played chess.
And now, I play chess better than the best.
And now, as I want to play chess, feeling morose.
I will play chess, with my Grandfather's ghost.

Regaining.I'm regaining my positive outlook, I really am,
It might seem strange at first, but it is who I am.
"Everything will get better if you smile", I believe this now,
I used to scoff at this, but I can smile now, I think they can.

You know what came with this? Bravery.
Bravery to not be shackled by my own rules,
Bravery to speak to her, to break a promise I made,
Bravery to see that sometimes, rules are wrong.

I made some long ago, and stood by them,
My values, my bible, my everything, I kept them intact.
But that was wrong, because it was the start of my pessimism,
Maybe what I did sometimes was wrong, but I had my optimism.

And now, things will get better if you smile, if you take a step,
I believe this, I cast my promises away, that's my first large step.
I was brave enough to talk to her, and I am hopeful of the outcome,
It's only optimism, but I ask you, when has smiling ever hurt anyone?

I want to dieI'll slit my throat from ear to ear,
I'll watch your party from hell, as you cheer.
"You okay?" I shake my head.
I hate my life, I want to drop down dead.

I wonder if she'd care if I died.
No, probably not, she knows I lied.
I wonder if anyone would.
No, probably not, everyone thinks I should.

Tell a girl you like her, she'll smile and kiss you.
Tell a girl you like her, she'll smile and play with you.
Tell a girl you love her, she'll freeze and then leave.
Tell a girl you love her, she'll crush your heart, no reprieve.

When a girl says she loves you, when she knows she shouldn't.
It always confuses me, they always know I couldn'

As The Skies PartedAs The Skies Parted:

As the clouds in the skies parted and fire rained to the earth
The soft keening of the voices trapped within the abyss
resounded throughout the empty plains, as the world prepared itself
to meet a fate no worse than complete and utter oblivion.

The waters turned red with blood and bubbled with a poisonous brew
Whilst the creatures of the mountains, mutated into vicious monstrocities
A pall of darkness, settled around the Earth like a cloak of shadows
and in its grip we knew the true fury of a God gone mad.

Hundreds were slain by the rocks that pummelled the ground
As they fell from the heavens like burning stars

The human Angel Killer.I wait in the darkness, under human skin.
When an angel appears I emerge from within.
You say if you repent then you're forgiven for all time?
If everything were that easy then life would be sublime.

If you get to Heaven, which even I highly doubt.
I will offer you a challenge, and you shall come out.
You never did like to be in a fair fight.
So you as an angel, would use your newfound might.

That's fine by me, the Angel Killer.
As I emerge from within, I say I am Reaper.
So if you go to Heaven, I suggest you wait and hide.
Because you will get what you deserve from me otherwise.

And if you're an Archangel, and think you're too mu

My Masquerade.When I die, Masquerade will live on.
He will save me and find out what went wrong.
He has done it before, and he will do it again.
Yes, I've died before, and I can and may die again.

The Siberian white tiger, I have nine lives.
Even though I should have seen through all these lies.
"I would've thought you'd learned by now, but since you haven't yet.
I am the venom in your skin, riding in the blood you bled."

"After the lights go out on you.
After your worthless life is through.
I will remember how you died.
And you shall be revived."

This is his promise to me.
And it is all he can be.
His own saviour, his own protector, one and

The Black XX marks the spot, the treasure on the maps,
This mark feeds, courage and strength it saps.
This X over the frail boy's heart,
As slowly, so slowly, they all depart.

His courage, his strength, his force of will,
Without these powers he feels quite ill.
The dark used to hold no worries for him,
But now; it suffocates and swallows him.

That one little mark had changed it all,
The boy who always belonged in the dark.
He had been stolen, consumed by it all,
That boy now belonged To The Dark.

Pride."I beat you..." Well at least, you're the one floored.
As I prepare to fall, on my double-edged sword.
Yeah, I beat you, but was it really worth it?
Worth all this pain and unnecessary hurt?

I was stuck, my pride the only thing dear to me.
I couldn't let you win, I just couldn't let it be.
I don't help myself, this I know.
But at least, when everyone screams "No!"

I know that I won.
Even if it has only just begun.
I know that I beat you.
Even if I have not defeated you.

Because whilst you're the one on the floor.
I will be the one outcast, forever more.
No, I don't help myself, but my pride was in the way.
My pride is more impo

The Child's Song."Corporations are evil!"
"Corporations are evil!"
Say the little children in a sing song voice,
The parents wonder as the children rejoice.

What has inspired this strange song?
Why are corporations so very wrong?
Which child started and when will it end?
And how can they see that they pretend?

One child had skipped through the village, singing,
And soon, to the tune the church bells were ringing.
Such a catchy tune it was hard to not hum,
A protest is catchy, it's an old rule of thumb.

We are the down-trodden and angry masses,
Our tune is carried by every man that passes.
We are the oppressed masters of the future,
We shall not be quietly pushed to the corner!

It all began with a simple child's song,
And now the angry protest has begun.
It all began with a naive little lover,
And now they are the mightiest fighter!

TodayToday the lion ate me
He swallowed me in whole
Today old demons found me
And claimed parts of my soul
Today, it was not my day

Today the lion bit me
I fought with all my strength
Today the demons got me
I disputed at length
Today was not my day

Today the lion ate me
To show me he's the king
Today the demons got me
Their poison injecting
Today wasn't my day

Today I left the lion
With a scar I have earned
Today I shed off demons
And gained a lesson learned
Today was my day

No one would miss me...It's the same thing that drives me to suicide nearly every night,
It's the same thing that gives my enemies such evil delight.
It's the same thing that gives my lover such a fright,
It's the same evil thought that I am thinking tonight.

Even you reader, would you miss me if I left?
If I just stopped writing poetry, left this account bereft?
Would anyone, anywhere, miss me if I left?
If I left for good, because with a blade I am deft.

No one would miss me...
No reason to, no one loves me.
No reason to, no one even likes me.
It's just a fact that no one would miss me.

The Option."Why do you want that option?"
"Because I want to die, if you must know."
He wants it, so he can take it, tick the box for the final option.
He means it, he does, he doesn't care how much you scream "No!"

He wants the option, for when he is discarded like a broken toy,
That he can end his life, and stop all the hurt, stop living.
He no longer wants to be an emotionless decoy-
I no longer want to be tortured, in the land of the living.

See? He and I, finally agree, that it's what's best for us, for me,
Yes, we agree that I should die, although it is a bitter choice.
A bitter choice? But the prospect of leaving it all? Being free?
And that, is the appeal, it is what makes me agree with the voice.

We finally agree, that once everything is gone, and we're left to rot,
That we shall take the final option, it's what's best for us, for me.
We finally agree, that once everything is gone, and w

The Ghost Of Words.Everyone knows it, that blank page, laid bare on the ground,
The Ghost of Words, it constantly follows me around.
That blank page, whenever you come to write, is waiting,
It always seems happy to be filled, and yet continues resisting.

That blank page, I see it everywhere, a bare wall, an empty frame,
It's waiting for me to fill it, it hounds me, and it puts me to shame.
There is a constant fear, that one day I will not have the words to fill it,
I'm not scared of much, but the Ghost of Words has deemed me unfit.

One day, I will no longer be able to satisfy this Ghost's hunger,
Will it finally stop hounding me then though, I wonder?
This Ghost of Words, breathing down my neck with my every step,
It awaits to be filled, hounding me and making me savour each breath.

Real problems - Not killing people.Bullied every day, in and out, my apathy is my best friend.
I never cared, the cuts would heal, broken bones would mend.
But every time it happened, there was a voice, whispering.
Kill them, you know you can, unleash your anger, give in.

That's the worst thing for me, about being bullied.
Not the pain, not the humiliation, but being restrained.
If I could unleash it all, I'd feel so much better...
Go on, unleash yourself, make yourself feel better!

No! I can't, and I honestly don't want to.
It's too much hassle after, being hated for what I do.
So yeah, call me a freak, call me a liar.
Come on, give in, they're just feeding the fire...

To quote my favourite song, I will not bow, I will not break.
"Hey, what you listening to? Oh, you're such an emo freak!"
I roll my eyes, apathetic, as they steal my iPod and smash it.
You're letting them?! Smash them l

Angels, Demons, UsAngelic people tell no lies, we do not deserve to die.
Demonic people need no life, we deserve this pain and strife.
The messengers just deliver, no one should make them quiver.
The torturers just do their job, but they deserve the vengeful mob.

The Angels come down and try to have fun, living out love stories where they are one.
The Demons come up and try to deceive, crushing people with stories they weave.
An Angel wields the sword of justice, while a Demon wields evil's knife.
An Angel will not target any man, but a Demon would gladly take their life.

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Not an animal.Manners cost nothing, so where are they?
I'm not an animal, just maybe insane.
And how is that any justification for this rudeness?
How would you like it if I treated you like this?

You think I have problems with anger, and yet you do this?
Are you trying to prove something, put me to the test?
Everytime I talk to you, I have to bite my tongue.
You're going to make me snap and they'll have won.

I explained this to you last time, I don't need help visualising it.
These cards are useless, I'm sorry you're stupid, but don't drag me into it.
We've got six sessions and two have been wasted with your misunderstanding.
You're not too good

Nobody.An empty; heartless husk without feelings.
That's me; never to be forgiven for my misgivings.
I look like a person, but I dance with the devil and travel in shadow.
I am hidden, but my blue eyes are always under the hood, gazing through you.

My two swords are at my sides, as I look down and smile.
You don't know what you're in for, I haven't fought in a while.
You've defeated all my friends, so this should be good.
I look up and the only thing you see are my eyes and smile under the hood.

I travel in shadow, I am next to you, and you are unsuspecting.
I would have thought this harder, this is barely amusing.
I whisper "boo" by your

Blessing and a curse.I've only just met you, but I know you better than you know yourself.
I know just what you're hiding, it takes all I can to not try help.
I've only just met you, but I know how much your secret hurts.
I think I should help you, but I can't, besides, I've seen worse.

If I told you, you'd think I was a spy and not just a freak.
You wouldn't see me as that smiling, harmless geek.
It is a curse to hide their secrets, a blessing to know them.
But it is unfair to the others that they cannot hide them.

They try, oh God knows they try, and they seem to succeed.
How can no one else see what is so obvious and blatant to me?
Who knows what dar

Raise me father, train me.I am mean, I am angry, I am just like you.
Is this what you wanted for my life too?
Hated by all, scary beyond all measure.
And yet somehow, that makes me proud, sadistic pleasure.

I am the Reaper, the omni-power, the living God.
I am hated, I am lonely, I am here, all on my tod.
And you wanna know why? Because you made me like this.
Even the mask can't hide it all, the evil hiss.

The shadows climb around me, you think I'd be scared.
But right now I'm happy, for death is not feared.
I welcome it in fact, if it can beat me, that is.
But I have no doubt it can't, for my power is greater than his.

I am the Reaper, not the Grim.
I am

IronyForgotten Reaper, it's there, right in the name.
That it turned out to be so fitting is a little strange.
People never remember me, for I am worth nothing.
I can leave the scene and disappear, no one notices anything.

I am easily forgotten, never to be remembered.
Maybe it's for the best, for I should be dismembered.
I am awful, I am a monster, please go for the kill.
No one can see it though, I can't find anyone who will.

Reaper is just as fitting, for I am a destroyer.
I am all powerful, who knows, I may end up a killer.
But I wouldn't change it, the warning's in the name.
I should really just stop playing, this evil game.

Take me apart.Take me apart I scream, it's not like I want to be here anyway.
Destroy me, piece by piece, little by little, it's the only way.
It's not like I want to be here, anchored to my past.
It's not like I want to live, always forgotten, last.

You don't understand, I am all anger, rage and pain.
I don't care how hard you or I try, this beast I cannot tame.
You will never understand, for I am unique.
This is a curse, and it sets me out as a freak.

Being indestuctible, being unbeatable, being uncontrollable, being me.
I can't even control, the chains broke just when I hid the key.
There is no point any of this, there is no point to me.
I am

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Cycle Of Nightmares.

by *Forgotten-Reaper, Jun 28, 2012, 11:14:58 PM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Concrete Poetry

Like an angel's footfalls, tapping on the rooftops,
The gentle patter of the rain, I listen to it lain in bed.
It sends me to sleep, as I wonder if it ever stops,
Then I fall prey, to all the things that sleep in my head.

Those angels that I so fear, land on the rooftops,
Laughing with malice, as they see that I am in bed.
As they laugh at my sleeping form, my heart stops,
As I wake, I realise that it was all just in my head.

I listen to the rain, as it falls on these rooftops,
I sigh and begin to relax, as I lay back down in bed.
That gentle rain sends me to sleep again, it never stops,
Once again, I fall prey to the things that lurk in my head.

A cycle of nightmares, thanks to the rain on the rooftops,
But at least I am asleep for once, as I am lain in my bed.
Rain lulls me asleep to nightmares, the cycle never stops,
I will always just fall prey, to the things that are in my head.

Cycle Of Nightmares.by *Forgotten-Reaper

Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Concrete Poetry

A poem I wrote about the rain~
I do not pretend to claim the image ^^"

Here it is!

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Edit: Very top of the front page~
Made the second slot, quite happy with that.
24 hours too, and it's only been up 11 XD

Critique by ~meg181 Jul 19, 2012, 12:40:26 PM

First off, thank you for submitting this fantastic piece of literature to #Words-Are-Beautiful critiques folder.

The picture you painted for me was quite wonderful. I felt like I was lying in bed, dreading for sleep to take me. I imagined raindrops turning into hideous, misformed angels as they hit the roof. Really, I got shivers up my spine. (Now I'm inspired to create a nightmare of my own)

The way you wrote this piece was very unique. It would never cross my mind to keep the last line in each stanza the same. Though, I do find that pattern to be very limiting. By the end, I got a little bored (sorry to say) because it was the same words, same sentences, same idea, repeated over and over again. I think it needs something to break the pattern and give it some spice. Then I think this piece would really stand out.

Overall, I did enjoy this piece and the feeling it instiled in me.

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Critique by *NotenSMSK Jun 29, 2012, 3:09:04 PM

Frankly I forgot the rhyming format you choose but it is a rare one and requires a powerful imagination to be able to create even 3 solid, unique stanzas. Now to some other points.

The storyline is integrated; it is simple yet well expressed and poetry is about expression. So good one there.

On the other hand, some lines feel slight repetitive in meaning if not pondered separately.

Now the start and end. Both felt good to me. I liked the start and felt that the end had been done justice with a concluding tone.

Thus I would greatly appreciate this effort since I would personally choose a simpler rhyming format. Good work done.

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~Mr-Black-Bird Aug 8, 2012

This is a good piece. I enjoyed it and didn't find it to be repetitive as I've found with other poems that repeat lines or phrases.

I personally love falling asleep while listening to the rain. It doesnt give me nightmares though

*Avis-Hope Jul 17, 2012 Student Writer

amazing ^W^

~DRAGONlolidk123 Jul 9, 2012

This is an interesting piece. I like it. But it feels (to me) like it's not just about rain/ nightmares. I don't know why... Maybe I'm overthinking or something...I don't know...Sorry about the random train of thought. Anyway... Overall great piece. I enjoyed reading it.

*Forgotten-Reaper Jul 10, 2012

It's about my own personal belief, but I'd rather not say that in case it insults yours.

~DRAGONlolidk123 Jul 10, 2012

I'd like to know even f I don't agree

*Forgotten-Reaper Jul 10, 2012

I'm scared of angels. I have my own reasons. My own nightmares.
Look at "The Ritual" in my gallery? It could explain why.
I don't actually believe that the devil is a force for good though.
I just think he is the only one who cares to look after us.
Because well, if we die before we sin, he doesn't win, so he keeps us alive to make sure we do

~DRAGONlolidk123 Jul 10, 2012

I read it.. I sort of understand where you're coming from, but not entirely.. But of course that could just be me and my christian ideas xD

*Forgotten-Reaper Jul 10, 2012

And if you go in my gallery, on the left there's my "Reaper series."
Based on a series of dreams I had really, as are a few others.
And one I never quite really get around to writing, but really need to.
Read from Fallen (on the far right I think?) and onwards ^^"

~DRAGONlolidk123 Jul 10, 2012

I think I'll get around to checking them out... and I apologize once again for any spelling mistakes I've made in the past couple of messages. (I'm apologizing because spelling mistakes bother me.. especially when I'm the one who makes them(.

*Forgotten-Reaper Jul 10, 2012

It's fine, autocorrect and all that XD

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