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No one would miss me...It's the same thing that drives me to suicide nearly every night,
It's the same thing that gives my enemies such evil delight.
It's the same thing that gives my lover such a fright,
It's the same evil thought that I am thinking tonight.

Even you reader, would you miss me if I left?
If I just stopped writing poetry, left this account bereft?
Would anyone, anywhere, miss me if I left?
If I left for good, because with a blade I am deft.

No one would miss me...
No reason to, no one loves me.
No reason to, no one even likes me.
It's just a fact that no one would miss me.

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

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'

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?

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

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.

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?

Chess.My Grandfather and I, always played chess.
He taught me how, he made me the best.
And now, it is time to play chess once again.
And show him that I am the best again.

My Grandfather and I, always played chess.
He taught me how, he made me the best.
And now, as I want to play chess once again.
I will show him that I am the best, once again.

My Grandfather and I, always played chess.
And now, I play chess better than the best.
And now, as I want to play chess, feeling morose.
I will play chess, with my Grandfather's ghost.

Pride."I beat you..." Well at least, you're the one floored.
As I prepare to fall, on my double-edged sword.
Yeah, I beat you, but was it really worth it?
Worth all this pain and unnecessary hurt?

I was stuck, my pride the only thing dear to me.
I couldn't let you win, I just couldn't let it be.
I don't help myself, this I know.
But at least, when everyone screams "No!"

I know that I won.
Even if it has only just begun.
I know that I beat you.
Even if I have not defeated you.

Because whilst you're the one on the floor.
I will be the one outcast, forever more.
No, I don't help myself, but my pride was in the way.
My pride is more impo

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.

My Masquerade.When I die, Masquerade will live on.
He will save me and find out what went wrong.
He has done it before, and he will do it again.
Yes, I've died before, and I can and may die again.

The Siberian white tiger, I have nine lives.
Even though I should have seen through all these lies.
"I would've thought you'd learned by now, but since you haven't yet.
I am the venom in your skin, riding in the blood you bled."

"After the lights go out on you.
After your worthless life is through.
I will remember how you died.
And you shall be revived."

This is his promise to me.
And it is all he can be.
His own saviour, his own protector, one and

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

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

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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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There's a light at the end of the tunnel.

by *Forgotten-Reaper, Jun 17, 2012, 6:41:20 PM
Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Concrete Poetry

"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...

There's a light at the end of the tunnel.by *Forgotten-Reaper

Literature / Poetry / Spiritual / Concrete Poetry

You want to tell me about the damn light?!
I'll tell you what, there's no escape, THE LIGHT BURNS!

Critique by ~George551 Jun 18, 2012, 3:00:32 PM

Okay okay, firstly, I know this was a deeply emotional poem but I gotta say I did laugh at the ending a tiny bit, just cos the first verses were kinda cliche (though very nicely written with good rhythm) and then the final bit was so opposed to it. I read this through a few times and I did like it a lot. The "light at the end of the tunnel" was cliche but on purpose, I think, and I like what you did with the concept of running down the dark tunnel. I also seems that the speech marks are someone else egging you on, trying to get you to complete this trial and what really makes me like this is the fact that this supposed friend turns out to be a right d*ck for leading you into a flame thrower. The second verse, in my opinion, is probably the weakest verse over all because although the rhymes work well to emphasise the key words of the struggle and add more depth to it the whole sharows wrapping round you thing is a little predictable, although to be fair a lot who play with this concept do not have actual monsters to attack them, maybe this says that this particular route is harder than most peoples.
Overall I like the delivery system and the overall concept, certain elements of de ja vu employed at some points as subtlety as a Russian spy in on a crowded street and at other times as subtlety as a blue whale on the top deck of a bus. Despite this it is a strong poem and a love the ending, even if I did misinterpret it as slightly humerous whereas it is actually deadly serious I still love it.

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Critique by ~Fantasy-WarriorX Jun 17, 2012, 7:07:44 PM

So bitter and angry. I apologize for not being so understanding earlier. That was wrong of me to say that things will get better. Even though I said it, I'll repeat it again. I take back what I said earlier. It dosen't matter what lies in the future and when people say that things get better. What matters is how you're feeling here and now. I apoligize for that, it was rude of me not to see it.
What I see is anger and fustration at the world. I see deep hatred that burns like acid and runs like fire. I see that you've created a world that's deep, dark, and dying. It looks as if the world is tearing apart piece by piece. It looks like that world is dying and screaming from the pain. It feels like all there is left is escape and not even that exists anymore, because it has become a monster, a flamethrower. It makes the reader feel the pain, anger, and hatred of the writer. It feels scary not to have nothing left to stand upon, nothing to hold you up. I can feel the insanity from this rushing through the piece as there's nothing left for comfort anymore. There is nothing left. That's what I'm hearing from this.
It feels like there's no escape. It feels like the entire world is attacking the writer, that there's not even a single safehold for reach. I get the point now. There is no light anymore. What are you supposed to do with no light? I'm so sorry that you're feeling this. I wish I could say something to make you feel better. But unfortunately, according to this poem, there is nothing at all.

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*TheChaoswithinOrder Jun 26, 2012

Okay that last line is just the perfect example of dark humor. Honestly, I see how that your hopes can just destroy you as easily as they have pushed you but I can't help but giggle at the complete out of left field ending that more than likely resulted in death.

*Forgotten-Reaper Jun 26, 2012

Yeah, exactly, entire point of it xD SOMEONE GETS IT! XD

*TheChaoswithinOrder Jun 26, 2012

Really, it took this long for someone to get it?

*Forgotten-Reaper Jun 26, 2012

People laughed, but didn't know what I was going for.

*TheChaoswithinOrder Jun 26, 2012

I see.

~XxXWiltingVioletXxX Jun 19, 2012 Hobbyist Writer

I really love this! It is so true. People who haven't been in the metaphorical tunnel can't understand what it's like and how it is to find a way out.
I really like the style this was written in, too. All in all, very good

*Forgotten-Reaper Jun 20, 2012

Thank you

*WinterWolf10 Jun 17, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

I always disliked the "light at the end of the tunnel" metaphor, because you can't see past the light.

*Forgotten-Reaper Jun 18, 2012

I was thinking "And dead ahead? Just another fucking tunnel..."

*WinterWolf10 Jun 18, 2012 Student Traditional Artist

Most likely.

Another stupid tunnel to go through.

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