Money can't buy happiness."Money can't buy happiness"

This is the old tale we all know so well,
The proof lies here in the tale I am about to tell.
There was once a beautiful, smart and rich woman,
She was powerful and seemingly had everything.

Yet, although she had all this, she was miserable,
It's a sad truth, but then again, it's a sad tale.
She lost someone, it hurt her badly, it made her sad,
She'll be fine, but it hurts... She could be going mad.

But no, it was normal to hurt after such a loss,
There was a man to look after her, whatever the cost.
She was a proud, beautiful, smart and rich woman,
She was powerful and seemingly had everything.

But on the inside, her heart was hurting,
The reason why this tale is so saddening.
She was rich, she was powerful, she had everything,
Yet she was about to break, just like anyone or anything.

I would've been.I would've been a masterpiece if it wasn't for the tear,
I don't know why I tell you this, it's not like you care.
I would've been a legend if it wasn't for the time,
Age of heroes has come and gone, all I can do now is rhyme.

I would've made something of myself, if I'd had the motivation,
But now, I just lie in wait, awaiting even more degradation.
I could've been someone, or something, I know I could,
But right now, it's all talk, all "Could, should, would."

Then there's that "if" or that "but" getting in the way,
I could've been a masterpiece, but here I am, rotting away.
No one even gives me a second glance,
I'm not a famous one like Rembrandt's.

I could've been a masterpiece if it wasn't for the tear,
If only the people looking after me had taken more care,
I could've been perfect, and remembered forever,
But now I am just a portrait, of the Forgotten Reaper.

I'm going to cry.I'm going to cry for all I've lost,
And you can't or won't stop me.
I'm going to die for all I was,
And all you'll do is watch me.

I'm going to hide from you,
Afraid to show my weakness.
I would happily die for you,
But I still regret this.

I didn't want this life,
I didn't want these tears.
I didn't want this life,
I didn't want these fears.

I used to cause myself pain,
To make sure I still feel.
I'll do it now and again,
To make sure it's still real.

I'm going to cry for all I've lost,
And you can't stop me.
These tears I cry at my cost,
For once will flow freely.

I want the world to stop spinning.If the world could stop spinning, that'd be great,
I don't want time to stop, that'd be worse, the wait.
I just want it all to stop, for existence to not exist,
I would want to die if it weren't that my problems would persist.

I want the world to stop spinning,
My problems can't be solved by simply not living.
I don't want to live anymore,
I don't want to exist anymore.

I want the world to stop spinning, I want to get off,
I want it all to stop, both hard times and soft.
I just want it all to stop, I want existence to cease,
I want the world to stop spinning... Please?

Irrelevant.You were changing, I saw it, but you didn't know,
You changed from who I love to someone I don't know.
I wanted to see who I loved, so I tried my best,
And I saw her, fleetingly, hidden within your breast.

Now, I beseech you, if you've changed, then change,
Don't throw me away for nothing, that's beyond strange.
Don't torture me with the image, of the girl I still love,
Don't torture me with the image of an angel from above.

If you want to change, then please, do so,
Change into a girl that I don't want to know.
Just don't turn into the girl that I love again,
Because I cannot handle being thrown away again.

So if you want, then s

There is no place for me.There is no place for my ideals or me,
There is no place for justice or mercy.
There is no place for true love anymore,
It's a sad truth, it saddens me at the core.

There is no place for me in this world,
Where the cries of the needy must go unheard.
I'm cast out for my ideals, my gentleman's code,
Well, I was born like this, a man in hero mode.

There is no place for a hero in this world,
The knight in shining armour must go unheard.
There is no such thing as a Fairy Tale,
I am not Prince Charming, just another sail.

On a boat afloat on a sea of sadness,
The winds of mourning passing through me.
There is nowhere in this world fo

My life is a tragedy.Analyse my life, tragedy or comedy?
My hubris, the fatal flaw - love as an ideology.
Sure, it has it's moments, but that's just contrast,
The main characters die? Well, none of my friends last.

The main character nearly always dies?
Why does that come as no great surprise?
The death of an innocent has come and gone,
Showing that the ending has already begun.

My life has a few good moments, but lead to my downfall,
My hubris is always present, the start of love, for example.
It needs a contrast to highlight the bad and show it is bad,
Well, in my opinion my life is a tragedy, but maybe I'm mad?

Analyse this man's life from his poetry,
In your opinion, is it a tragedy or a comedy?

Denial.I know I'm in denial,
Saying I don't love her.
But I still say it all the while,
Because I have been hurt.

I know I should stop this,
I know I should just face it.
But I can't face up to this,
I can only run away from it.

I know that I still love her,
I would take her back in a heartbeat,
But as I can't have her,
I lie to myself, looking down at my feet.

I know that I still love her,
But Denial is my only friend.

We are out there.Through all this anarchy, a broken world and it's insanity, I walk on.
All of these people, I will protect them from the world, I fight on.
Through this snowglobe with shattered glass, I walk on.
All of these people with shattered hearts, I fight for.

An angel, a Fallen, a masqueraded messenger with black wings.
Walking with a purpose, war, murder, I save them from these things.
My weapon is a sword of ice, bound with blue fire.
I fight to protect them, but they think me a liar.

They don't know who or what I am, and I protect them with these lies.
But they don't know this, or don't want to, that I stop their sad cries.
This Fallen w

The Night Of Silence.Loud music blaring, older children scaring.
It is the night of all Hallow's eve, when we believe the lies we weave.
Parties continue well into the night, but it is different tonight.
At midnight, there's a sudden hush, and shadow snuffs out the light.

The dark is rising, just another lost warning.
Demons blend in, walking side by side with masked human.
All Hallow's has come, but no one knows to run.
The dark is rising, just a forgotten warning.

The dark snuffs out the light, and shall wreak havoc tonight.
All Hallow's has come, and no one remembers to run.
The dark is rising, and the precious light is falling.
All Hallow's has com

Define Depression."Define depression for me, will you?"
"Well, not doing anything or having the motivation to, is one."
"And yet..?"
"You're just lazy."

"Okay, what about another one?"
"Staying inside all day and being anti-social?"
"And what did you shout at me for yesterday?"
"That's got nothing to do with it!"

"...Why did you stop me seeing her?"
"Her who?"
"You know who, the shrink."
"...It was making you worse."

"Ah... And how was it making me worse?"
"Well, you were acting... You were arguing."
"Acting human, maybe? Showing my feelings?"
"Shut up and take the dogs out."

"...She suggested medication, you know."
"You'd rattle when you walk if you took all the meds."
"Yes, if I took all the meds the doctors suggest..."
"Glad you're finally seeing sense, son."

92. All That I Have.All that I have, I give to you.
My mind, my body, my soul, all to you.
I give you my everything, treat it with care,
And all that I ask from you is you keep your flare.
That one thing, that magic, that spark that drew me to you,
All that I have, I give to you, do with it whatever you want to.
All that I ask is that you let me love you,
And that you tell me that you love me too.
All that I have, I give to you,
I give everything, all of it, to you,
All that I ask in return is you let me love you,
That you believe I love you, and that you love me too.

Jennifer, I give you my everything, because I love you.

This one is Mine.I see the look in your eye as you follow her around the room,
I saw the poem you wrote, and told her she'd know whom.
Who it was for is what she asked, and walked off without a clue,
And you stared at her back whispering "I love you.".

Well, I'm going to be nice and give you a warning here,
This one is mine, and only mine, do I make myself clear?
I know she loves me more than words can express,
And I tell you, she is mine, that girl in that dress.

I read that poem, and I must tell you something,
I love her, and she loves me, for me she would do anything.
So, whatever you're waiting for, the right place, the right time?
Stop waiting, because I'm not letting go, I'm telling you. She's mine.

Without You.And as the blood runs off of this blade,
And drips out onto this far out glade.
I really wish I'd told you no,
I really wish I had told you "don't go".
And as the tears ran from your eye,
I wish I could've made them dry.
But right now I wish more than anything,
That you were mine, because I am nothing.
Without You.

Think again.If you think death can't be beaten, you're not trying hard enough,
If you think nothing is eternal, then you've never felt true love.
If you want me to help you, and I tell you to help yourself,
You would think me rude, but some things I just can't tell you myself.

You live and you learn, and you have to live these things,
Empiricism is the only way to know how a nightingale sings.
You must know it for yourself, some things cannot be taught,
When you learn, you must adapt and change what you once thought.

My friend, it is not that I want to keep the knowledge to myself,
It is that I cannot tell you, for some things you must learn yourself.
I cannot tell you what beauty is, for it is everchanging for all of us,
I cannot tell you what is bad or good, for the knowledge is within us.

If I could tell you, I gladly would, if I could put these concepts into words,
But I cannot, so you must live and learn, no matter how much it hurts.
So now it is time,

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She was so small she lived inside a shoe.
Although she was small she was as nice as they come,
She was small and beautiful, like a rosebud will become.
She was fragile for her size, or so they say,
But she got on with her life anyway.
She didn't have much, nor did she ask for it.
The Little French Rose had all she needed.

Belief.I do not believe in God, and things I cannot see,
I didn't believe in love until I looked into your eyes,
I never did believe, that someone could love me,
But when I look at you I see through your disguise.
I see a sad woman that needs a hero,
When others see someone strong and solitary.
I see someone that loves their hero,
Someone who is sad and lonely.
Silently with a smile always was your style,
But I promise you that you can speak to me.
Because when you're sad, I'll be there all the while.
For your hero loves you, and wants you to be happy.

Humble Mediocrity.I see the truth in your web of lies,
It's hard to see when you use your eyes.
Problem is, I'm a liar too.
I knew exactly where to look for you.

You're living one of your lies,
As you watch through the eyes,
Of humble mediocrity.
I'm here because someone has heard your plea.

You look at me and you scream for help,
Whilst saying nothing at all and not wanting to tell.
But that's not why I came,
I'm here because of what I became.

I came because I know what you can do,
Because I was once someone just like you.
I was once like you, living a lie.
Which is why I'm here - to silence your cry.

I came because you are a danger to me,
As you watch through your humble mediocrity.
Takes one to know one and I like my privacy,
So please forgive me because I am sorry.

As I look into your dead eyes,
With the potential to see through my lies.
I killed you for you saw my grand life as it really is
- Humble Mediocrity.

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You cry for your sorrows and you bleed for your dreams,

Just always remember, this world is not what it seems.

You can be the best of friends and then disappear,

They'll just discard you, I know it's hard to hear.

But this has happened enough to me,

It's all everyone's been doing recently.

So here I lie, discarded, fearing to stand up,

Because what waits just isn't worth getting up.

Thrown away and lying in a puddle of mud and blood,

All the other times I got up, and wiped off the mud.

But this time, as I lie here, broken and bloody,

I don't want to get up, I want to be a dead body.

I know getting up is inevitable, because I will never give in,

But I really just want to give up and say that "I'm done in."

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~BakuSpirit Dec 16, 2012 Hobbyist

This is perfect.
Things change so quickly, so what's the point in labeling them, in cherishing them when they'll just end sooner or later.

~CharlieAlphaFoxtrot Nov 22, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

Don't give up on life. Death isn't going to solve everyone elses's problems. Life is just a game. There is no restart and you can't set the skill level (e.g. Easy, Normal, Expert), but like a knight who know that queen's coming for him, you must soldier on. As a knight you are expected to take out as many rivals as you can before you have no choice, but to throw in the boot. If not for yourself, do it for someone who loves you.

~Sutsuki-Sensei Nov 20, 2012

Don't give up on everyone. There are some of us that won't leave.

~Zouriya Nov 20, 2012

The only person you can unquestioningly rely on in life is yourself. You can't expect other people to offer that same certainty. If you can reach a place where you are content with yourself, regardless of the people or social situation in your life, then you'll find true friends who aren't petty and superficial, and learn to accept those that are.

You obviously are a very caring and loving person, otherwise you wouldn't be so hurt emotionally by the actions of other people. You should identify what you want and need out of life; if you want to dedicate your life to a specific goal (maybe helping people) then pursue that because without greater purpose we all would be consumed by these overwhelming emotions.

You've got to look out for yourself, more for the emotional side of your soul because that's what makes life worth living. It's not logical, rational or convenient, but it also doesn't have to control your life and make you feel worthless. But basing it on other people will always cause problems, because most people are only looking out for themselves.

This was a bit of a ramble, but I really just hope it helps in someway.

*Forgotten-Reaper Nov 20, 2012

I don't believe the last part of the third paragraph. I just don't, and I never will.

~Zouriya Nov 20, 2012

Well when I personally interact with people, neither do I. That's why I said 'most' people. And I guess my assumption there is that you're young like me and around people your own age. My own negative experiences coming out, I suppose.

*Forgotten-Reaper Jan 8, 2013

Nope, not young.

!LivingInMyThoughts Nov 19, 2012

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*WinterWolf10 Nov 19, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

I'm sorry you feel like this. I know how it feels as well.

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