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Discarded.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."

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.

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

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.

Perchance to ForgetA single rose stands in the midst of a dreary grey,
The only remnant of a time long ago,
A reminder of a brighter past.

I sit here day after day,
Doing my very best to keep this rose,
To keep my dream alive.

And thus far I have been successful,
But I know I can’t keep this up,
For time will eventually run out.

And so I take this rose,
And gently dig her out from the dirt,
Leaving the field barren.

I take this chance to start anew;
I till the soil and plant new seeds,
And water the foundation.

Perchance, I can take this opportunity to forget the past,
And place my focus and energy in the present,
So that I might make a better future

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 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?

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.

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

Paradise LostMan cannot understand how much he truly has,
Until that which he holds most dear to his heart,
Is stolen from him, never to be seen again.

Man will never realize the consequences of his actions,
Until he makes a single mistake that ruins his life,
And the guilt eats away at his soul.

Man is incapable of knowing love,
Until his heart has been broken,
Therefore allowing him to understand loss.

Man will take everything for granted,
Until the occult hand of fate swoops from the heavens,
And snatches away all that he owns.

Man can never appreciate happiness,
Until he is overwhelmed with grief.

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?

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.

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

The Poets Birth...Snow is gently falling
I feel it's cold caress
My world disappearing
All by ice possessed

Passions embers dying
Love falling from the sky
Screaming out to heaven
The simple question, why?

Helplessly I'm watching
I know my heart must die
A thousand broken shards
No more to rise and fly

The sky is cold and black
The stars so far away
Beneath this long dead moon
My crying soul must stay

I begged the sun, 'don't go'
Yet from my sky she fled
Left me alone and dying
And not a word was said

Love thy blade bites deeply
There's crimson on the snow
And from this bleeding heart
The hurting words shall flow

Tears like rain are fa

HellGathering darkness beckons
I watch my world close in
Sliding into private hell
For some forgotten sin

Come tidal wave of sadness
Wash every hope away
Drive me to the deepest depths
Then fight to make me stay

Unworthy, lost and lonely
Crush everything I am
Hold up that silvered mirror
For this unwanted man

Show me all my brokenness
The flaws I try to hide
Highlight every failure
Steal every trace of pride

Then leave me in the blackness
Without the will to fight
Helpless sniveling coward
So lost without a light

Crying tears of loneliness
In deep depressions maze
This iron grip far stronger
Than any man made cage

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Do not take it like a man.And now as you get ready to say goodbye.
Stop yourself, do not ask why.
Do not take your death like a man.
Take your death as only you can.

Walk to the gates of Hell and laugh in Satan's face.
Turn your back and walk away, from those awful gates.
As everyone gets ready for your death.
Fight it until your last breath.

And after your last breath keep fighting too.
Don't take your death like a man, take it like you.
When someone decides to tell you that you died.
Know in your heart that they have just lied.

Say if you were dead you'd know about it.
And walk off back to your life, forget about it.
You were never dead, or at least so

The end of an era.The Fallen, black wings, blue eyes, all aglow.
The one you call Reaper, that fell so long ago.
He has been your saviour for oh, so long.
But even he cannot stop this, the dark has won.

The dying stars begin to fall, lighting up the sky.
He still protects you in the end, as you all ask why.
He meets the stars, saving you, his wings all aglow.
Fighting them back as only he can, with the shadow.

You have been forsaken, deemed fit to let you fall prey.
For you no longer have a purpose, and you are in the way.
The Angels do as their master wishes, and send the stars.
The Fallen, fights back, as the shadows say the world is ours.

He is

Light in the snowstorm of my life.I thought I'd buy you a star to wish upon, but you deserve a constellation.
For giving me the love I live on, the love that is my foundation.
You are my fire, my heart's desire, you guide my way through this snow.
You are my one true love, my angel sent down from above, you show me the way to go.

Your voice is pure as water, as it flows over me.
You are so good and perfect, that Gods could use you as currency.
I will love you forever, unconditionally.
Even after you're gone, I'll love the memory.

You're always in my thoughts, even when we've just fought.
I love how you can help me through this, and you're my first thought.
The firs

Fallen.I am a Fallen, an angel that was cast out.
And now I stay here, looking after those without.
Without my power, my prowess, or my farsight.
I was cast out for evil, but I am a force of light.

I protect you from the demons, protect you from Hell.
When my charge falls sick I make sure they are soon well.
I was a force of good, but I was cast out for my spell.
I was evil when I was him, just before I fell.

I needed this to bring me back to who I really am.
So Father, if you hear me, I shall thank you while I can.
I do not want to be taken back, these people need me here.
I stand, with wings of black, to protect you from the fear.

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Do you see what I see?If you could see what I see.
You would marvel at her beauty.
She is a perfect work of art.
Just one reason she has my heart.

If you could hear her singing.
With those melodious tones lingering.
You would fall in love with her.
Just as I did, I completely love her.

If you could sense her feelings.
Like I can, with all my misgivings.
You would be the luckiest person in the world.
Being able to have a conversation and be unheard.

I'm glad no one else knows any of this.
Because if she disappeared I know I would miss.
Her beauty, her voice, her happiness, her love.
Because I swear, what I see is an angel from above.

If you see what

The Tiger.I reside in Russia and endure the cold winters, every year.
I am the last thing you see when you begin to fear.
My blue eyes pierce the veil of white.
You shout, startled, I gave you a fright.

No one will ever be able to tell the world of your plight.
I am the Tiger of Russia, you are right to take fright.
You think I can't see you with my icy blues?
Oh, you have so much to learn, and so much to lose.

I blend into the snow, white on white.
This is why I am so skilled, I do not need light.
I use the blizzard to my advantage, this blizzard of mine.
You never noticed that this Tiger is divine?

I am the force of the snow, the white, t

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I'm going to cry.

by *Forgotten-Reaper, Nov 11, 2012, 12:51:59 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

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'm going to cry.by *Forgotten-Reaper

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Free Verse

You know what's the saddest part of this story?
Not these precious few tears that I cry,
But that I can only express myself through poetry,
Not these fears that I must hide.

But this tale grows sadder still,
Because the reader will read what they will.
I address this to few that will understand,
It was not written for you,
It was written for the Damned.

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~George551 Jan 11, 2013

Speaking as a poetry critic, this is brilliant and very well made,

Speaking as a cynical person stop mooching around and get a grip