I Am The Reaper
When the world is fast asleep
And pray to God their souls to keep
I prepare for soon I creep
Then the world, their souls, I reap
Some may die before they wake
For I shall come and soon I take
I am the one who makes them quake
I am the Reaper who none forsake
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Barbara Sleep | 2 | 06/24/2010 |
| Legend of Kenidjack | 2 | 03/28/2010 |
| What Is It? | 0 | 08/15/2009 |
| The Sky Nomads | 0 | 08/15/2009 |
| Nightshades | 1 | 08/15/2009 |
| Ghost On the Roadside | 0 | 07/12/2009 |
| The Claymoure | 0 | 09/04/2009 |
| I Am The Reaper | 0 | 07/09/2009 |
| Sanity | 1 | 07/07/2009 |
| Grave For a Cradle | 1 | 07/09/2009 |
| A Letter From Mother Nature | 1 | 07/07/2009 |
| My Wine | 0 | 12/16/2008 |
| Lurching Lullaby | 0 | 12/16/2008 |
| Paradox | 3 | 08/15/2009 |
| The Life of an Ant | 2 | 07/07/2009 |
| The Hunted One | 0 | 12/16/2008 |
| Lips of Death | 1 | 12/16/2008 |
| Lady Katrina | 1 | 07/07/2009 |
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