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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?

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

Promises, promises...I talked to her today,
It was brief, but it went okay.
She seems sad still, but getting better,
I'm glad about that, even if it makes me sadder.
I talked to her yesterday too, tried to win her back,
Didn't work, looks like we can't just go back.
We agreed to not talk for a week you know,
I was too weak for that though...
I broke my promise, I hate to do it, but I have to sometimes,
Anyone knows I don't break them, if they read my rhymes.
Only reason we broke up was I wasn't selfish enough,
So maybe it's a good thing I wasn't too tough.
I still regret making, and breaking, that one last promise to her,
I still really wish I could tell her, "I love you Jennifer."
But no, I can't do that, I have to be keep quiet,
I promised to, but of my promises, I am tired...

We are out there.Through all this anarchy, a broken world and it's insanity, I walk on.
All of these people, I will protect them from the world, I fight on.
Through this snowglobe with shattered glass, I walk on.
All of these people with shattered hearts, I fight for.

An angel, a Fallen, a masqueraded messenger with black wings.
Walking with a purpose, war, murder, I save them from these things.
My weapon is a sword of ice, bound with blue fire.
I fight to protect them, but they think me a liar.

They don't know who or what I am, and I protect them with these lies.
But they don't know this, or don't want to, that I stop their sad cries.
This Fallen w

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 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?

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.

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

UntitledIt is in the blackest abyss,
Yes, and the darkest crevices of the earth,
Where the burning candle shines the brightest.

It is in the bleakest of moments,
When all hope seems to flee,
When you can find a friend by your side.

Wherever you are, whatever the time, however you feel,
Just know that I will always be here,
Always with you, always loyal.

For as long as the sun continues to rise,
And you possess the strength to get to your feet,
There is still hope.

Discarded.You cry for your sorrows and you bleed for your dreams,
Just always remember, this world is not what it seems.
You can be the best of friends and then disappear,
They'll just discard you, I know it's hard to hear.

But this has happened enough to me,
It's all everyone's been doing recently.
So here I lie, discarded, fearing to stand up,
Because what waits just isn't worth getting up.

Thrown away and lying in a puddle of mud and blood,
All the other times I got up, and wiped off the mud.
But this time, as I lie here, broken and bloody,
I don't want to get up, I want to be a dead body.

I know getting up is inevitable, because I will never give in,
But I really just want to give up and say that "I'm done in."

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.

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.

The Desert RoseWith eyes the colour of the cloudless sky,
And hair like mighty dunes of sand,
She moves elusively and yet with such grace;
It is a dangerous sort of beauty.

Her eyes snap sharply into mine,
Whenever my gaze lingers a second too long.
Her stare traps mine own in place and so
I stay there frozen with fear... or is it awe?

I would love to tell myself
That such a flower is not meant for me,
But I would only be lying to myself
Because I love the thrill of the game.

I truly do admire her spirit,
Like the Great Pyramids it stands tall,
Against all odds,
Never bending an inch...

A fascination overwhelms me even now.
Can I even hope to keep up,
O

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?

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Victory of the Desert Rose

by ~TheAmericanRealist, Dec 14, 2012, 9:46:29 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / Teen / Free Verse

Oh how powerless I truly am,
Here I sit with a pen in hand,
Unable to express my thoughts to her,
Other than with the written word.

What force, what power
Prevents me from approaching her,
Speaking my mind,
Sharing my feelings?

She sits in front of me right now.
Should I just talk,
Or perhaps show her these very words
And hope for the best?

Either way,
I can honestly say,
That my thoughts have been conquered
By the Desert Rose.