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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?

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.

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?

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.

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.

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."

ContradictionsThese things seem to rule my life,
Some people hate me and cause me strife,
Others think me a hero, ready to sacrifice myself.
Many think me noble, but you can decide that yourself.

Contradictions, they rule my life, "Why did she break up with you?"
A complete and utter list of contradictions, all of which I tell you,
"Does she love you?" I answer she says so, and I love her too.
A contradiction follows, "But then why did she break-up with you?"

That's the mystery, the greatest contradiction of all, to all of you,
But no, I leave out one thing, the thing that kills me inside too.
"I'm just... I'm not happy." What she said, word for word,
And I cry now, because what she said did not go unheard.

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?

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 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.

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,

The Reality.I always have nightmares, it's something I can't control,
But the topic always changes, again, something I can't control.
Have you ever felt so alone in the world, you're like a shadow?
Have you ever been too scared to look out of the window?

I was, I was too scared to check if it was really tomorrow or today,
I was too afraid to see if what had happened, really happened to me.
I woke up with a heartbreaking sadness, and nothing to do,
I woke up with a crushing fear, and there was nothing I could do.

In my dream, there was always one place I longed to be,
And when I finally got there, it was no longer welcome to me.
But there is one thing I know now, and it is the reality,
And there is one thing I can tell you, that it scares me.

The reality is I love her, I knew I did of course,
But this just means I'm going to get hurt, I can take it of course...
I keep trying to find a way to make us mend,
I just don't want to, because I don't want this to

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'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.

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ReaperI stand there, watching, listening, guarding.
I protect them, my friends, my lovers, shielding.
I help them when it's needed, an ear to lend, a shoulder to cry on.
I help them when it's needed, a blade in my hand, put my game face on.

I talk to them, they tell me their troubles, I help them forget them.
I talk to them, they tell me their troubles, I eliminate the problem.
So I shall stand here, beside my friends, forget about my family.
So I shall be here, helping them, by their side for eternity.

I shall help them through anything, even if they drift away.
And if they drift away, I'll keep watch from afar, and help them anyway.
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I never cried."How're you?" someone asks me. I reply. "I think I died inside."
I wave away their sympathy, soon I'll be dead on the outside.
Her beauty ensnared me, entrapped my soul.
Her words tricked me, she played me and it took it's toll.

I had to tell her she was gorgeous today, and tell her I loved her.
It was her friend teasing me, but I still had to tell her.
I had to force myself to keep sincerity out of my voice.
I'm having to force myself not to question that choice.

I know she hates me, with all her soul.
When she phones, I ignore her call.
She asks whether I'm okay, saying we were once friends.
I tell her I'm not and why, but leave

A girlA girl slit her wrists 'cause of me today.
How can I make it, all okay?
How can I make her know it's not her fault?
How can I let her know, it's not what I want?

A girl slit her wrists 'cause of me today.
That fact's still sinking in, okay?
I mean I know I broke her heart, but I did it nice.
I wasn't mean about it, I didn't clamp it in a vice.

A girl slit her wrists 'cause of me today.
I'm a heartbreaking bastard. Everyone get away.
Why do people keep asking if I'm okay?
No. A girl slit her wrists 'cause of me today.

No ignoring."I'm glad you won't ignore me, cause I'd miss you too much"
She said this to me, I'd never ignore her, I love her too much.
Ignore my Aurora? If she was there, I'd kiss her and ignore Aurora Borealis.
I'd kiss her because it'd look romantic, and not bother looking at this.
Because in my eyes, it'd be less beautiful, than my Aurora.

If I looked up in the sky, and saw Aurora Corona, what'd I do?
I'd ignore it and kiss my Aurora, and say "I love you."
If I looked up, and saw Aurora lightning, what'd I do?
I'd hug my Aurora, make sure she wasn't scared, and hear "I love you too."

Aurora Borealis in the North, Aurora Australis in the Sout

Lost cause.If you knew me you'd agree.
But you don't, so you think it's just self-pity.
If you knew me, you'd let me go.
But you don't so you don't know.
You don't know what a pain life is.
You don't know what a lost cause is.
Until you meet me and see.
What is a lost cause? It's me.

If you knew me you'd agree.
You'd realise I hate pity.
I don't want to go I need to.
You really just don't know.
If you knew what a living hell my life is.
Then you'd know what a lost cause is.
All you need to do is look at me.
What is a lost cause? Me.

You can rant and rave at me, all you like.
I know I am a lost cause, I know what I am like.
You can tel

Don't cry for meDon't cry for me, I'm a lost cause.
I read the contract, saw the clause.
I looked him in the eyes and signed it anyway.
Don't cry for me, I signed my soul away.
Don't be sad, don't be mad, I'm glad you care.
I love that you care about me, but this warning beware.
But don't stare as I leave, don't care if I still breathe.
I'm a bad person, don't get hurt, don't get close to me.
I don't want to hurt you, I won't even try.
I'll just do it anyway, I don't know why.
I can't not do it, trust me, I've tried.
Just leave me alone, leave me to die.

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by *Forgotten-Reaper, Oct 17, 2012, 11:22:37 PM
Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Concrete Poetry

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 stop being the girl I love,
Don't torture me with the girl whom I will always love.

Irrelevant.by *Forgotten-Reaper

Literature / Poetry / Emotional / Concrete Poetry

A poem completely laced with denial...
It says I wouldn't take her back if she's changed this much.
But truth is? I really, really, would.
It's not rational to think like that though, so I try say I wouldn't.
But I would in a heartbeat...

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=DarlingAngel0565 Oct 24, 2012 Professional Writer

*Forgotten-Reaper Oct 24, 2012

Why are you sad..?

=DarlingAngel0565 Oct 24, 2012 Professional Writer

Because...

*Forgotten-Reaper Oct 24, 2012

Hey, cheer up

=DarlingAngel0565 Oct 24, 2012 Professional Writer

I will try

~Contradictory55 Oct 19, 2012 Student Writer

Rationality and love don't often go hand-in-hand I think.

~AyJayAyJay Oct 18, 2012

Im pretty sure I have been in a situation like this, sadly I feel like the girl who you are talking about. I know this probably won't help but if she has any kind of heart she probably feels like an asshole, I would know. Anyways I wanted to comment because your poetry makes it really easy for me to feel your pain and to relate to it, or just want to try to understand it for some reason. Its very well written. You will find someone else who will make you want to write about everything lovely under the sun one day, just keeping moving forward.

*Forgotten-Reaper Oct 19, 2012

Unless I die beforehand, there's always that possibility.

~ActingDude17 Oct 18, 2012 Student Writer

The ending has such a great flow to it. There are some great concepts here on deviantART, but seldom are they executed with style this neat. Well done.

*Forgotten-Reaper Oct 19, 2012

Thank you ever so much

Look through some of my other stuff if you liked this, this is hardly great.

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