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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.
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."
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.
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.
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."
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.
I am me.I am a rock, I am a stone,
I am all the things that you bemoan.
I will not cry, I shall not weep,
Even with this pain, even if I bleed.
 
You cannot make me die,
No matter how hard you try,
I will not weep, although I may bleed,
I will survive, for I am me.
 
And once I am gone,
And have finished what I begun.
I will still be,
For I am me.
 
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.
 
 
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.
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
Promises, promises...I talked to her today,
It was brief, but it went okay.
She seems sad still, but getting better,
I'm glad about that, even if it makes me sadder.
I talked to her yesterday too, tried to win her back,
Didn't work, looks like we can't just go back.
We agreed to not talk for a week you know,
 I was too weak for that though...
I broke my promise, I hate to do it, but I have to sometimes,
Anyone knows I don't break them, if they read my rhymes.
Only reason we broke up was I wasn't selfish enough,
So maybe it's a good thing I wasn't too tough.
I still regret making, and breaking, that one last promise to her,
I still really wish I could tell her, "I love you Jennifer."
But no, I can't do that, I have to be keep quiet,
I promised to, but of my promises, I am tired...
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.
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
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
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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.
I am me.I am a rock, I am a stone,
I am all the things that you bemoan.
I will not cry, I shall not weep,
Even with this pain, even if I bleed.
 
You cannot make me die,
No matter how hard you try,
I will not weep, although I may bleed,
I will survive, for I am me.
 
And once I am gone,
And have finished what I begun.
I will still be,
For I am me.
 

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Learn respect.

:iconforgotten-reaper:

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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!KaKashi-GirlFriend Jan 15, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
I respect you.
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*Forgotten-Reaper Feb 17, 2013
:iconthe-ice-and-fire-war: I would be honoured to have you join my group :)
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!KaKashi-GirlFriend Feb 17, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
And I would be most delited to join. If I could spell that right.....
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~blacksoul4321 Jan 15, 2013
:iconscaredplz: I respect you. just please don't kill me.
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*Forgotten-Reaper Feb 17, 2013
:iconthe-ice-and-fire-war: I would be honoured to have you join my group :)
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~blacksoul4321 Feb 17, 2013
Okay.
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~taoMega20 Jan 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
i respect you, but i also know that everyone has cracks in their defences, that is why we need people there for us
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*Forgotten-Reaper Feb 17, 2013
:iconthe-ice-and-fire-war: I would be honoured to have you join my group :)
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~cskadoz Jan 14, 2013   General Artist
way awesome kick-in-the-nuts cool! righteous fury on tap! :highfive:
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~Contradictory55 Jan 14, 2013  Student Writer
Somehow, this makes me smile.
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