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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.

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.

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

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 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.

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 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?

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

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.

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?

Everything in life.I need to hurt myself... No, you don't.
I did this... I need to hurt myself for it.
It won't go away if you do, you know it won't.
But everything in life has its consequence...
Maybe if I hurt myself, then I won't have to feel them,
Maybe it'll be consequence enough, if I'm hurt then.
Maybe she won't dump me for what I did too,
Maybe it'll be consequence enough for what I did to you.
I don't get why you're worried though...
But I dream the future, read my poetry, sometimes, I do.
And a few nights I felt a crossover, a nightmare come true,
And now I know that it has happened, because of what I did to you.
So now, I need to hurt myself, to give me a consequence,
So now, I need to fade away, and never be spoken of since.
And now, I want to hurt myself, to save myself more pain,
But all things come to an end, and it's always the same.

Statue In The RainI'm not dead because I'm still breathing,
I'm not dead because I'm finally living.
I'm still here because you always need me,
I won't leave you if you don't leave me.

I'm still here, right where you left me,
The statue in the rain, ready to give you glee.
When you feel sad, you know where to go,
I'm not dead, I'm here for you and I hope you know.

That I'm still here, and always will be for you,
That I'll remain as long as I know you want me to.
That the statue in the rain will always be waiting for you,
Because Jennifer, I love you.

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

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?

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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.

Dear Jennifer."Do you believe me when I say I love you?" He forgets...
"Yes, of course." Not when you're not saying it he doesn't.
"You know I love you right Jennifer?" He does.
"Yeah, of course." But he doesn't believe you.

Dear Jennifer, it's not your fault he has trust issues.
It's just all the pain and the hurt that has made him like this.
Jennifer, if you have a choice then choose.
Choose him, tell him you love him, give him a kiss.

Because he forgets, he really does, he begins to doubt.
When you haven't said it for a while, he starts to wonder.
Whether you ever really wanted you two to go out.
Whether he forced you into it, it makes him ponder.

Whether you really love him, even if he believes so.
Jennifer, he loves you, but he forgets...
He loves you so much, this you already know.
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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

A great sadness tugs at my heart, my love.A great sadness tugs at my heart, my love.
I feel all alone, and they're all falling apart.
I have to help them, show them that I'm waiting above.
I tell you, a great sadness tugs at my heart.

My best friend broke down, she'd had too much.
The pressures of life, can put a strain on you.
My girlfriend started crying, it was too much.
I couldn't help, even by saying "I love you."

I feel all alone, just left here in the dark.
As I sit here, and everything's falling apart.
I tell you, a great sadness tugs at my heart.
I'm being dragged down, it's tugging at my heart.

So as I'm left here in the dark, missing you.
A great sadness tugs

Truth teller, Line dropper."You're the best boyfriend, I don't know what I did to deserve you."
"Believe me, you've just been you, and that's all it takes."
"Line dropper." "Truth teller, it's the same when it's me and you."
Believe me when I tell you, being you is all it takes.

"Please never fake your own suicide to get my attention?"
What would the note say? Eaten by crocodiles, I'll be back later.
Of course I'd never do that to you, I have your attention.
I'd never do that to you, I'd always make sure you'd see me later.

"I love you." Because you're beautiful and you're adorable.
"I love you too! I missed your laugh, best sound in the world."
And I missed

Overthinking.I think way too much.
For my little one track mind.
I just want your touch.
I just want you to say you're mine.

I hold you back, I know I do.
But you don't seem to mind.
I suppose it's because I love you.
I'm glad you like being mine.

I feel so out of touch.
My world revolves around logic.
So I think way too much.
When love is just like magic.

I was thinking, overthinking, like I do.
About these feelings that defy logic.
I was thinking, about just how much I love you.
And you know what? I'm glad there's magic.

I think way too much, I really do.
For my little one track mind.
So I will give up, and say I love you.
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by *Forgotten-Reaper, Aug 20, 2012, 11:58:18 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

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.

Who what when where why or how.by *Forgotten-Reaper

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Well. I suppose that breaks the hiatus.
I was interrupted, but ah well.

Critique by ~kevinlee11 Aug 21, 2012, 11:47:50 AM

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 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 Aug 31, 2012

Thank you

~Romana201 Aug 23, 2012 Hobbyist General Artist

I think it's a great piece. I really enjoyed it.

~ShiranuiReborn9001 Aug 23, 2012

Yay! You're back!

I love this poem! One of my favorites from you, personally.

*Forgotten-Reaper Aug 24, 2012

Thanks~

And indeed I am back

~ShiranuiReborn9001 Aug 25, 2012

Welcome back, then! We missed you!

*TriciaS Aug 23, 2012

I love the imagery in this!.....somebody unknown.......and unloved.....It made me feel sad!

*Forgotten-Reaper 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 fortés, 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 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".......is a brilliant last line!!
Sorry I can't say more...I'm not very good at critiques

*Forgotten-Reaper Aug 25, 2012

xD it's okay.

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