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Here There Be Monsters!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!

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?

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!

We are one...We are many, We are Legion... But we are still, only one.
Was the reply to the begging, to stop all the horrors that had begun.
Atheists say you pray to nothing, or that your God does not hear.
Your God does hear, which is what theists both hope, and fear.

Be it a God among angels, or a God among devils, or a God among men.
They are still only one God, even with the strength of ten men.
They would not be able to stop these horrors, keep them at bay.
Because every God falls trying, and most die where they lay.

One man alone, One God alone, Or Legion, alone.
They would still be helpless, for they are on their own.
I know this, yet I stand tall, a hero for you all.
I am on my own, yet I am proud, and I stand tall.

I am a hero, and I will spread my wings far and wide.
I will look after you all, I will help you, and be your guide.
Everyone fails, when they are on their own.
But I am the one who will do

I want to dieI'll slit my throat from ear to ear,
I'll watch your party from hell, as you cheer.
"You okay?" I shake my head.
I hate my life, I want to drop down dead.

I wonder if she'd care if I died.
No, probably not, she knows I lied.
I wonder if anyone would.
No, probably not, everyone thinks I should.

Tell a girl you like her, she'll smile and kiss you.
Tell a girl you like her, she'll smile and play with you.
Tell a girl you love her, she'll freeze and then leave.
Tell a girl you love her, she'll crush your heart, no reprieve.

When a girl says she loves you, when she knows she shouldn't.
It always confuses me, they always know I couldn'

There's a light at the end of the tunnel."There's a light at the end of the tunnel."
Then I will run as fast as I can.
"Hang in there, get through the tunnel!"
Believe me, I'm doing the best I can...

I run dead ahead, trying to reach the light,
But the shadows surround me, and hold on tight.
As I break free from them, it takes all my might,
As I run, it seems to just get further out of sight.

But yes, I see it! That glorious light!
As I keep running, and the light gets brighter.
I propel myself forward with the last of my might,
Too late, I realise, the light is a flamethrower...

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.

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.

Real problems - Not killing people.Bullied every day, in and out, my apathy is my best friend.
I never cared, the cuts would heal, broken bones would mend.
But every time it happened, there was a voice, whispering.
Kill them, you know you can, unleash your anger, give in.

That's the worst thing for me, about being bullied.
Not the pain, not the humiliation, but being restrained.
If I could unleash it all, I'd feel so much better...
Go on, unleash yourself, make yourself feel better!

No! I can't, and I honestly don't want to.
It's too much hassle after, being hated for what I do.
So yeah, call me a freak, call me a liar.
Come on, give in, they're just feeding the fire...

To quote my favourite song, I will not bow, I will not break.
"Hey, what you listening to? Oh, you're such an emo freak!"
I roll my eyes, apathetic, as they steal my iPod and smash it.
You're letting them?! Smash them l

Watching eyes and open arms.You think I didn't see the signs?
Wrong, I was watching, from afar.
You think I didn't notice them?
Wrong, I know exactly who you are.

I notice when you act out of habit.
And I will be there to help with it.
I notice what you try to cover up.
When you fall I will be there to help you up.

Did I ever wonder why you stayed so late?
No, I knew why, you have a lot on your plate.
You think I don't hear your silent screams?
Oh my dear, I'm here, all is not what it seems.

Do not worry, your mask is not breaking.
I just saw that you were faking.
I am the only one who noticed the signs.
I never spoke a word of all those times.

I watch y

The human Angel Killer.I wait in the darkness, under human skin.
When an angel appears I emerge from within.
You say if you repent then you're forgiven for all time?
If everything were that easy then life would be sublime.

If you get to Heaven, which even I highly doubt.
I will offer you a challenge, and you shall come out.
You never did like to be in a fair fight.
So you as an angel, would use your newfound might.

That's fine by me, the Angel Killer.
As I emerge from within, I say I am Reaper.
So if you go to Heaven, I suggest you wait and hide.
Because you will get what you deserve from me otherwise.

And if you're an Archangel, and think you're too mu

The Option."Why do you want that option?"
"Because I want to die, if you must know."
He wants it, so he can take it, tick the box for the final option.
He means it, he does, he doesn't care how much you scream "No!"

He wants the option, for when he is discarded like a broken toy,
That he can end his life, and stop all the hurt, stop living.
He no longer wants to be an emotionless decoy-
I no longer want to be tortured, in the land of the living.

See? He and I, finally agree, that it's what's best for us, for me,
Yes, we agree that I should die, although it is a bitter choice.
A bitter choice? But the prospect of leaving it all? Being free?
And that, is the appeal, it is what makes me agree with the voice.

We finally agree, that once everything is gone, and we're left to rot,
That we shall take the final option, it's what's best for us, for me.
We finally agree, that once everything is gone, and 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

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.

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.

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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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~PhotoTAKER1497 Aug 28, 2012 Student Photographer

I love this. I see a lot of similarities..

Stanza 1:
Loud Music-Makes things jumbled. i cant concentrate.
Smoking-Almost everyone in my family smokes..I've always wanted to be excepted by them, and i thought that by MAYBE smoking i would..but all i can say is that I've never tried it.

Stanza 2:
Partying-I act like i do certain things..just to be excepted..when i just sit on my bed at home..thinking about what would be good to take pictures of

that's all.
Young adult-I try to just stay out of peoples way so that i DON'T get underestimated..

Stanza 3:
Insecurity-I am very very insecure. I literally dread school sometimes..because i always focus on what other people are thinking. I'm also one of those people that..stares. I look and pick out who they are. a lot of peoples facial expressions give a lot away.
Winning-I don't know that feeling..i just..don't win.

Stanza 4:
Math-I wish that i could get things done like you do. without a calculator. im stupid when it comes to math.
Hatred-Everyone seems to hate for one reason or another. Maybe because in second grade i blew off the cool kids for the kid who didn't have anything for lunch and was crying. maybe i GAVE UP the chance at being popular..i don't know.

Stanza 5:
Fears-I act like nothing ever bothers me..but really..i hate the idea of me dying in an early age..and im afraid of what people think..(interesting fact ((well it depends on what u find interesting)) the first question i always ask people is either "what are u thinking?" or "what do u think of me?")
Parent Issue-When people tell me im just like my mother..i want to cry. i never knew her..she died when i was nine months old..so it has become one of my fears..that i become a great and lovely person like her..and die at the age of 23 :/

So..what are you thinking at the moment? hm?

*Forgotten-Reaper Aug 28, 2012

You can't live your life in fear of the past repeating itself.
That is what I know, not what I think. I know it's scary.
But if everyone feared death, then no one would do anything

~PhotoTAKER1497 Aug 28, 2012 Student Photographer

thanks for the hug! means alot..but ive told myself that..and ive gotten better about it. but its still there. im not more...afraid...than i am about being wrong in telling myself im not afraid. if...you understand that?

*Forgotten-Reaper Aug 28, 2012

Yeah, I get it Jess

~PhotoTAKER1497 Aug 28, 2012 Student Photographer

oh! and btw i LOVE reading your work..very very interesting! dragged me into reading more than just one..couldnt stop ^_^

*Forgotten-Reaper Aug 28, 2012

xD Thanks ^^"

~PhotoTAKER1497 Aug 28, 2012 Student Photographer

you are so very welcome(:

~DrowningSignificance Jul 31, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

The honesty is both...blatant...but protective...hmm..
Anyway. You and I are a lot alike.

How rare.
I adore the simplicity..it's as if you're just answering the questions that are constantly thrown at you with the transient hope that someone takes an interest but the underlying realization that you kind of don't want them to. Other people are annoying. It's like saying to yourself, "If only they could know me, they might love me." but having the permanant reassurance that no one else may even be capable of understanding who you even are because there are so many facets to the lives of every one of us..and regular people seem like the sort who don't want to open their eyes.

*Forgotten-Reaper Aug 3, 2012

Exactly. You, my friend, are awesome.
I know this is the most easily readable of my work.
Even if it is roundabout.
But still, very well done

~DrowningSignificance Aug 3, 2012 Hobbyist Photographer

Hehe, I'm very intuitive at times.

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