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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!

It's kinda pathetic, but...I miss you, y'know... Soon as you're gone,
It hurts to want to hug you and there be no one.
I miss you as soon as I stop talking to you,
I miss you even when we talk, unless I'm hugging you.

I know it's pathetic, I really do...
But I guess it's just because I love you.
Sometimes I'm scared there'll be no one there
But then I wake up, and thank God it's a nightmare.

Jennifer, I want you to believe that I love you
And I want to hear that you love me too.
Jennifer, I love you and I love you true.
And I'm not ashamed to say that I need you.

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.

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.

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?

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.

Leave me alone...Would've been six months today,
That's why I ignore your question.
The question "Is everything okay?",
Why even bother with that inquisition?
It's obvious that I'm not great,
Everyone knows the reason too.

Don't try cover it up, it's too late,
You're trying to hurt me, aren't you?
You're horrible people, all of you,
Why hurt me? What did I do?
You're evil to me, all of you,
I don't get how she can like you.

But that's not my problem anymore,
So, I'll leave you to her, she deserves you.

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.

Watching from afar.I walk the line between good and bad,
See both sides for what they are,
I see how the absolutes drove society mad,
And I keep my cool head, watching from afar.

Here I am, in my shades of grey,
Free from predator, where it is devoid of prey,
Here I am, in my solitary confinement,
Made up of my own enlightenment.

I watch society from afar,
I wonder just how evil you all are,
As I wonder who is good and who is bad,
I realise, that absolutes, are simply mad.

Judges.Why does everyone judge me?
Why does everyone think I'm lying?
Why does everyone misjudge me?
Why does nobody want me dying?

Why does the world need me?
If they all think I lie cheat and steal?
I've done it! (I'll have to check... Let me)
Why does it all seem so evil and surreal?

I love you... (Huh, sure you do.)
These judges, this nightmare,
Why do they judge me for what I do?
These people who think I am without a care.

Why does this world seem so evil, so surreal?
Am I really here, persecuted and accused?
Why everyone here think I lie, cheat and steal?
Is this really real, or have I been lied to, cheated and used?

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?

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.

Why I never shut up.Knowledge speaks but wisdom listens and ignorance is bliss.

It is this combination of quotes that explain my life.
Why I never shut up, I know too much, I don't even know how or why,
Sometimes I ramble on about something I've only just started to form.
I'm only just about to start grasping the concept, yet all I say is true,
I don't know how my mind works, but I know it can vex you.

I never shut up, because I just know so much,
I always have to be right, purely because I am right.
I have and had some weird hobbies, learning things people don't,
I have to say it's quite fun, knowing what others don't.
But you see, ignorance is blis

Finding... Myself?Say goodbye to that man you know,
The one who was only there to make amends.
Say goodbye to the old me, as I go,
Because I suppose this is the way he ends.

Say goodbye to the cynical me,
The man who kept everything to himself,
Let him rest in peace, and welcome me.
For I am here still, and I am... Myself?

Say goodbye to the Cynicist,
Say goodbye to the anger and the hate,
Say hello to the Optimist.
Say hello to who you'll learn to hate.

Because that's just it, it's easily done.
I flick a switch, and I'm the old me,
I guess he was never really gone.
Say Hello to the Optimist.

For the writer of this piece is dead.

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.

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The Little French Rose.There was a woman you never knew,
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.

Armageddon.Yes, I still want you.
But do I still need you?
I need you like fire thirsts for water,
I need you like a cactus craves the sun.
I need you like a bird needs its wings clipped,
I need you as penance for all I have done.

Yet I still want you,
When your eyes are purgatory itself.
There is no passion in that fire,
But I want that simple burning hatred.
I need you like a child needs to plunge its hand into fire,
And yet you still glint and catch my eye and I want you.

I want you and need you,
Like I want and need the world to end.
You are my armageddon,
And your name is Jennifer.

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.

Learn respect.Those who fear me all should know,
Where disrespecting me gets you to go.
I am no better than you, are you sure?
The mark of your ignorance shows you're immature.

Fear me or respect me, I do not care which,
Do not give me cause to leave you face-down in a ditch.
You cannot know what it is like, violence without limits,
I must tell you one thing - do not make me show you this.

There is an army of people, who would kill for this Reaper,
Know that of your lives; I am the Keeper.
Do not disrespect me, or you will die.
And remember - it is disrespect to ask why.

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Here There Be Monsters!

by *Forgotten-Reaper, Jul 17, 2012, 12:52:25 PM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Concrete Poetry

The toughest hides cannot be pierced,

And their attacks are all too fierce.

So while you can, I suggest you run,

Run from the menace that is the dragon.

Off the edge of the map, in untravelled waters,

There are evils around, the bravest man falters.

The dragons are raging, as their tails curl around.

They land on the deck and their attack is imbound.

Dragons were always fabled, to be the smartest of creatures,

The Captain stood on deck, looking like one of the preachers.

He recited a poem, using his own fabled wisdom,

And it halted the fight, before it had even begun.

Off the edge of the map, fighting the toughest of monsters.

But we will overcome, the stuff of the greatest nightmares.

For we are the forgiving saviours, and the remorseless slayers,

We are the Black Fedora Pirates, and Here There Be Monsters!

Here There Be Monsters!by *Forgotten-Reaper

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The Child's Song - Metaphorical version. DeviantART staff are the dragons.

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~George551 Jul 21, 2012

Hu-Ra! I enjoyed this poem loads, I gotta say is, as compared to the first half the second half kinda trails off a wee bit but you only notice cos the first half is exceptional, well done!

~Contradictory55 Jul 17, 2012 Student Writer

I enjoy it.

~e-maginings Jul 17, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

this is different from your other work in a way, and i really like it!

~suzukoyan Jul 17, 2012 Student Artisan Crafter

*claps* amazing, Forgotten-Reaper your work is amazing

~Sutsuki-Sensei Jul 17, 2012

I prefer this to the Child's Song. Well written. Good job.

~theonspiritfinder Jul 17, 2012

Brilliant as always ^^

~Tomaolykos Jul 17, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I take this as an insult (I am a dragon too).

*Forgotten-Reaper Jul 17, 2012

I know, but I don't care XD

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