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You're just another faceless one, hidden in the crowd,
No one cares about you, or why you act so proud.
No one knows who you are, you're just another face,
You could just disappear without a trace.

The blood red sky in your mind's eye,
It's always there but you don't know why.
You're just a part of a bigger whole,
And your heart is as black as coal.

You play dress-up with your top hat and cane,
But you can take it off and disappear again.
You're never noticed no matter what you wear,
It's a source of their contempt and your despair.

You could just disappear right now,
No matter who what when where why or how.
Well. I suppose that breaks the hiatus.
I was interrupted, but ah well.
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To me this poem is quite sad. The theme speaks to me of how easy it is to simply meld into the crowd without ever experiencing what it is like to be an individual. I also feel like this poem could be about anyone. If one were to be removed from one's friends and placed in a crowd, anyone could become "another faceless one, hidden in the crowd" (line 1). Some people might be able to shine through and get to know new people and make new friends, but sadly most people would just keep their heads down when they find themselves in that situation. Even when people try to stick out from the crowd and be different they are faced with "contempt" (line 12) from the crowd. A "top hat and cane," (line 9), an outfit that would certainly stick out in a regular crowd, is simply ignored and rejected.

I also feel like this poem comments on how society in general thinks about the unknown. People see a stranger and "no one cares. . . You could just disappear without a trace" (line 2-4). Society as a whole has been conditioned to ignore everything that does not fit in; that is out of the ordinary. However, fitting in would make one faceless and just another ordinary person in the crowd.

All in all this is a wonderful sonnet. Each time I read through it I found new things that stuck out; new meanings were drawn from old lines, increasing the meaning and the impact it had on me. It is well written; keep up the good work. :)
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Veloxsica Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
This seems to be quite a sad poem at first, but I think it's only sad if you take the idea of being able to dissapear without anyone noticing or caring as a negative thing. It leaves the possibility of you becoming whoever you want to be, with no-one to hold you back or judge you. This is a great poem, I love it!
Forgotten-Reaper Featured By Owner Aug 31, 2012
Thank you :)
Romana201 Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I think it's a great piece. I really enjoyed it.
ShiranuiReborn9001 Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2012
Yay! You're back!
I love this poem! One of my favorites from you, personally.
Forgotten-Reaper Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2012
Thanks~ :) And indeed I am back :D
ShiranuiReborn9001 Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2012
Welcome back, then! We missed you! :iconawkwardhugplz:
TriciaS Featured By Owner Aug 23, 2012
I love the imagery in this!.....somebody unknown.......and unloved.....It made me feel sad!
Forgotten-Reaper Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2012
I'm sorry that it made you feel sad, but I'm glad you like the poem :)

Would you mind giving an opinion on this one?

We are not perfect, we are not angelic.
We can be evil, but we are not demonic.
We are not Godly, though some might wish it.
We are only human, but no one will believe it.

I am myself, I am my own being.
I am not controlled, I am untamed and raging.
I am not normal, I am a freak; if you will.
I pride myself on this, I am not run of the mill.

I have some faults, as do we all.
But a few things I am a master of, as are we all.
We all have our fortÚs, our one special thing we're best at.
We are not Godly, but that doesn't mean we are any less than that.

We are all individuals, unique in our own way.
We are all good at one thing or another, we all have a perfect day.
We are not demonic or angelic, we are not Legion.
We are simply perfect in our imperfection; for we are human.
TriciaS Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2012
I am not a poet!!!.....but I like your thoughts and the way you project them!....Your last line
"we are perfect in our imperfection;for we are human" a brilliant last line!!
Sorry I can't say more...I'm not very good at critiques:D
Forgotten-Reaper Featured By Owner Aug 25, 2012
xD it's okay.
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