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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.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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,
Who what when where why or how.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.
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 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
How to fix things in a relationship.One, apologise profusely, whatever it was, was your fault,
Two, talk it out! Silent treatment just prolongs things.
Three, if you love them, tell them, make sure they can't forget,
Four, if they're mad because you wrong their friend, apologise to them too.
 
Five, don't buy her things, fixing it that way is stupid,
Six, you may buy her things to apologise with.
Seven, don't treat him badly just 'cause you're upset with him,
Eight, making him angry because you're angry will destroy it.
 
Nine, tell the truth, "I was exhausted, wasn't thinking right,"
Ten, listen to their reasons, don't just treat them with disdain.
Eleven, always try keep your promises to your other half,
Twelve, accept that your other half is not God, and will break one or two.
 
Thirteen, do not bitch to your friends about him or her,
Fourteen, only ask for help from them when hurt, bitching tears it apart.
Fifteen, remember you love the other person and treat them accordingly,
And fin
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.
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.
 
 
Finding... Myself?Say goodbye to that man you know,
The one who was only there to make amends.
Say goodbye to the old me, as I go,
Because I suppose this is the way he ends.
 
Say goodbye to the cynical me,
The man who kept everything to himself,
Let him rest in peace, and welcome me.
For I am here still, and I am... Myself?
 
Say goodbye to the Cynicist,
Say goodbye to the anger and the hate,
Say hello to the Optimist.
Say hello to who you'll learn to hate.
 
Because that's just it, it's easily done.
I flick a switch, and I'm the old me,
I guess he was never really gone.
Say Hello to the Optimist.
 
For the writer of this piece is dead.
92. All That I Have.All that I have, I give to you.
My mind, my body, my soul, all to you.
I give you my everything, treat it with care,
And all that I ask from you is you keep your flare.
That one thing, that magic, that spark that drew me to you,
All that I have, I give to you, do with it whatever you want to.
All that I ask is that you let me love you,
And that you tell me that you love me too.
All that I have, I give to you,
I give everything, all of it, to you,
All that I ask in return is you let me love you,
That you believe I love you, and that you love me too.
 
Jennifer, I give you my everything, because I love you.
Without You.And as the blood runs off of this blade,
And drips out onto this far out glade.
I really wish I'd told you no,
I really wish I had told you "don't go".
And as the tears ran from your eye,
I wish I could've made them dry.
But right now I wish more than anything,
That you were mine, because I am nothing.
Without You.
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Just me.I don't usually play around but today I'll make an exception.
There's an evil in the air, these thoughts are in their conception.
So now I'll shout and sing and melt down this ring.
It's an heirloom to my father, who acts like he's a king.

So today I'll burn it all and hope he goes to Hell.
And if he doesn't then a good many years for me to wish him well.
I live in the darkness, the shadows are what I breathe.
It's not my fault I do this, it's just the lies that people weave.

I hate their stupid nets, their webs of lies and cheat.
So come at me all you liars, let's see who feels defeat.
I'm skilled at your game and I know you are at
I stay here.I stay here, waiting, all alone, completely still.
Not knowing when you'll come, or even if you will.
I wait here, unmoving, do with me what you will..
My eyes are closed, so I can see you still.

My love is unmoving as I, waiting for you to come.
I love you so much it's unreal, I will not hold my tongue.
I miss you so much it hurts, more than a knife.
I realise now just to see you, I'd give my life.

I'm not there to protect you, or look after you now.
I'm sorry that's how it is, I didn't want this how.
I've worked out what to do though, I'll see you every day.
I don't care what it takes or how much I have to pay.

I love you so muc
My world, my universe, my everything, my girl.Beautiful, you mean the world to me.
You're more important than the air that I breathe.
You're so nice and kind and sweet and gentle.
And the fact you love me makes you mental.

But I love that one small fact, oh so much.
Because I love you too, I need your touch.
You say I am your world, your life.
You are mine too, and one day, I hope my wife.

I hope I'm not overstepping myself here.
I just felt I needed to tell you, if you'd lend an ear.
I love you because you're innocent and sweet, and yet oh so naughty.
I love you because you're so kind and gentle, but you don't mind dirty.

I see a shooting star and I know how it feels.
Shot
Heaven would be Hell without you.Now and then I'd feel alone, but I knew I had someone.
But right now all I know is that I'm cold and alone.
I've always thought that without a girl, even Heaven would be Hell.
So how bad is my life now, that I'm so alone, at an all time low.

I have a girl that tell me she cares, but I don't know how she dares.
We've never met in real life, I don't know if it counts for anything.
I mean, we broke up one time, and I don't even think she's forgiven me.
But all I know is I'm alone, and Heaven would be Hell without you...

I stand here in the cold, hugging myself because there is no one else.
Sometimes, when I breathe out, I think I can s
I can't be me.I let my guard down and finally opened up to people, that wasn't me.
Someone got in and it's tearing me up inside, that man was weak.
I'm trying to put my guard up again, go back to being me.
But I can't, it hurts too much, I can't be me.

I can't get my guard up again, it's harder than opening up.
All that happens is I'm tore up inside when I finally get it up.
I'm so lonely, no one to comfort me, no loving touch.
And I'm torn to shreds inside, it hurts, so so much.

It's like starving from hunger, my insides eating me up, every little part.
That immense pain, it feels like it's coming from inside my heart.
And now this cold feeling
What I want.The only thing I want from life is death.
No longer do I want a girl to protect with my last breath.
Everyone gets a job or starts self-improving.
I have a great job and I don't feel like improving.

No longer do I wish for that long and happy life.
Not after my heart's destroyed, those girls cause me such strife.
I don't want anything now but a headstone and a grave.
Because I don't want anything but an ending to this crave.

I don't want anything to die for a simple reason.
It's so much easier than life, I don't care if it's treason.
Treason against God or my Queen, who cares?
I'll be dead anyway, my flesh all in tears.

So really,

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Why I never shut up.

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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 bliss, and as I know more and more, I become more cynical.

I used to be a Christian, you know, devoutly religious.
Inside every cynical person, there is, however broken and damned, an idealist.
I was an idealist of religion, then I managed to work out the universe itself,
And you know what came with that knowledge? Heart breaking reality.
There is no God, or even a Goddess. There is just the universe.

This endless creator, this maker, this is what is around us.
But with this realisation comes another - there is no purpose,
And now I come to you, a broken idealist, a cynical revolutionary.
I tell you - There is no God.
And you laugh at me.
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~chiaroscuro24176 Sep 22, 2012
I love it
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Mood: Optimism ~etykut Aug 22, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
"I tell you - There is no God. And you laugh at me."
"I always have to be right, purely because I am right."
I love those lines, they are simple, but say all they need to say. The piece shows a lot of insight, especially with the admittance that you don't know exactly why you do what you do.
Very nice though :icondragonnodplz:
Which part is :iconlunesra:'s? Just out of general curiosity.
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*Forgotten-Reaper Aug 22, 2012
The "Inside every cynical person is an idealist" it's her signature :)
I took it and altered it a little.
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~etykut Aug 22, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Ahh ok :)
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~Fantasy-WarriorX Aug 21, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
This is very deep, I really like the concept although I find it a bit obstinate about things in general
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~MaDdHatTer4850 Aug 21, 2012
I really like that last stanza :)
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Mood: Wow! ~topazcat511 Aug 21, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
I like this alot...I guess you could say I used to be Christian, and part of me still is I guess. But I looked into Buddhist practices and everything made a bit more sense...Now I try to meditate when I can, especially when I need to calm down, and I try to look at things from several perspectives before I react....I enjoyed this piece very much and the first line is just utter perfection :clap:
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*WinterWolf10 Aug 21, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
I absolutely loved reading this one. :) Its another wonderful piece.
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~Kailani-e Aug 21, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
:) It's a very nice poem, flowing with vivid ideas. I used to be Christian too. Way back when. Then everything broke apart, and now I'm a weirdo with her own little religion that no one understands :D

^_^ Stick by your beliefs, and welcome back.
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~Contradictory55 Aug 21, 2012  Student Writer
I shrug at you. So what if there is no God? That means everything that has happened, is happening, and will happen is under the control of nobody but ourselves. Seriously, I could rant about how the existence of God doesn't really matter to me. Though it does mean that a few 'sheep' will be set adrift, and probably some maniacs will create their own religion, probably worshiping themselves or a 'deity' they control the words of, but really. There is no purpose? Does this mean one needs a God to inform them of their destiny, fate, what they were made for? Can we not do that ourselves, can we not decide what it is we will do with our lives?

Sorry, but I'm just...tired and annoyed whenever religion comes up. I don't care about God, I care about your morals and beliefs, other than believing in God. Like, do you believe in equality? That everyone has the right to certain things like shelter, food, and water, and education, a good job, happiness? That nobody has the right to take another's happiness? That is what I care about in a person. Not what God they believe in.
Again, sorry for my ranting ramble...

By the way, I adore that first line. It's a very true combination of quotes that is in itself a quote =)
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