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Karu Hitoshi

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PostPosted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 6:49 pm


Let your soul bleed onto the pages.
PostPosted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 8:11 pm




heart As I walk slowly through the meadow

The sun slowly begins to sink....





(Ay, they are not the best. I am not so good at writing poetry, but I was in a very nice and open contest, so I might as well be the first to post here!)


I think that it might not be as impossible as it seems,
to wish upon a falling star and know what it means.
For the days seem to pass with a slow and steady pace,
and my heart tends to macerate with dreams of grace.
Your eyes so steady,
how could I have been so ready?


I think that it might not be as impossible as it seems,
to wish upon a shining star and know what it means.
The light of day,
keeps the darkness at bay.
And now I see the shining light,
of the make-up after a fight.


I think that it might not be as impossible as it seems,
to wish upon a dulling star and know what it means.
The night is think and black.
I never knew you had the knack,
of discarding dreams as quickly as you please;
with such a deliberating ease.


I thought that it might not be as impossible as it seemed,
and now I know why you beamed,
those sweet smiles my way.
You carried on without a doubt,
because you knew there was always a way out.







....I'm not alone but with my shadow

As I watch the sky turn pink heart


[(.._Christ Kitty_..)]


[(.._Christ Kitty_..)]

PostPosted: Sat Oct 27, 2007 8:18 pm


(A similar theme)

If your heart were broken, you’d be dead,
____left in a world of winter red.
Snowflakes fall upon your hair,
____leave your heart forlorn and bare.
A silent voice fills your breath,
____that leads you to that final death.
Your blood runs cold,
____as you grow old.
Catatonic silence,
____in the wake of his defiance.

What was, had been, so why should it end?
____like a card game whose hand had folded.
Your thoughts turn ‘round,
____yet you feel as though bound.
Upon a withered cliff,
____you see the abyss.
Happiness and dreams,
____torn at the seams.

He didn’t care,
____for what was fair?
Upon his lips the lies were whispered,
____and in the darkness you shivered.
Wait for your heart to mend,
____you stare at the bend.
‘Round the corner should happiness appear,
____you wish your mind stood clear.
Numbness spread and takes control,
____the winter of your soul.
To have ever loved and lost,
____is truly the ultimate cost.
PostPosted: Tue Nov 06, 2007 2:59 am


In the city, there is a truly beautiful church
It is here God made a most holy perch
To take his views and spread the word
Every waking person came when they heard
The Lord of all is coming to this very town
He'll come wearing a pearly white gown
It'll signify his purity, beyond the obscurity
There was a tight security, lacking maturity
People pushed, and people shoved
It's apparent to see they all loved
Each one wanted to see their God first
So they began to scream and curse

Chaos erupted out in the aisle
Most looked away in eager denial
The Ecclesia cried out in one voice
Ironically, only one made that choice
But the entirety cheered at an ominous light
Despite the fact it wasn't too bright
It flared for a moment, and then quickly died
A young girl shivered and then her face fried
An extreme sound echoed like an enormous bang
It shook the walls, broke glass, yet everyone sang
None recognized the blast for what it was
They couldn't get out of the fire simply because
They were bound to the floor by an invisible chain
They continued to sit, trying to ignore the pain
Flesh melted off of the bone and piled below
Beyond the gurgled sputtering one would go
Into the basement where the leader now wept
For a promise of salvation he had not kept
The silver blade of a dazzling new knife
Plunged into his chest and ended his life

His God never came, and he felt the shame
So many with blame, for the loss of the game
But each one is dead at their own desire
They stayed and received the kiss of fire
Knowing well that their existence would end
And their souls would go on, hoping to amend
For countless sins still keep them shackled down
Weights are attached to the hem of their gown
Dreams of feathers sparkle in a child's eye
But the only way to soar is for her to die
I weep at night thinking of losing another
I see them go, my kin, and my mother
None seem to know that life isn't about prayer
There's more for me then meeting that slayer
Who reaps the world of all of its precious gifts
My heart is aching inside those cosmic rifts

The stars are the only sacred thing we cannot reach
So we give them names, and with that we teach
Our children grow up to know of God's name
And their hearts all beat to seek out His fame
But I hope that the speed of light is kind
And that the darkness that surrounds their mind
Will lift up and take with it that painful veil
These false promises have grown too stale
If we are to manipulate the young
We should make new songs to be sung
Something that educates them in a new affair
One of their own liking, something they can blare

Rock this world from soft earth to stable stone
There is so much left for them to be shown
But fortune has a funny way of dealing with things
Each child will be raised in hope of getting wings
But the punch line of life is far too cruel
It won't be included in song, as is your rule
I watch you all burn, ironically as well
Because I am the one who should be going to Hell.
I am the one who simply refuses to believe
That a God is born, when she did not conceive.
There are laws that everyone is obligated to follow
But the commandments are rules I cannot swallow
There is too much joy in committing those terrible sins
But every time I do it, their hatred for me begins

Should there be any reason to blatantly hate
Those you can't control, but only create
I find that my presence in life is proof of my cause
The paper of your scripture make for perfect gauze
Soak the blood of your blind suicide in each page
Speak it freely and they could bring you on stage
If you're good enough at selling their Bible
I think you'll find your soul isn't liable
But the conscious mind can never know for sure
Whether or not God is the one and only cure
Because hatred is the foundation for all our love
But fret not, keep those eyes pointed above
Your first hint at self destruction is in the clouds
Not even their purity can stem the unwavering crowds
Desire the stars right into that big bleak b*****d sun
Their eyes are sore, but the question of faith will shun
If you are the light, then I'll sit here in the shade
The ignorance is blinding, will it ever finally fade?

Rykono Tadaya


Jo Rhade
Crew

PostPosted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 6:19 pm


Here's a quick piece I threw together for a random contest.

All's Well

"All's well that ends well, sonny,"
so my grinning father said.
But he never talked about
the times it ended ill, instead.

I never thought about it
(as a child, I'd little care)
until the day arrived when
father simply wasn't there.

I've grown up searching for him
with a quandary in my head;
a self-divined dilemma
spawned by what my father said.

"It makes no sense," I ponder
as a fruitless night descends,
"How can one know All is well if
one knows not how well it ends?"

"And if All is ending badly
(or at least not quite so well),
does that mean Naught ends better--
and if so, how can one tell?"

So buried am I in a
ruminating episode,
that I almost trip and fall
upon a mound beside the road.

A nameless, rough-hewn marker,
and it's dated ten years back.
And nailed on top--it can't be!
Say it isn't...

...Father's hat.

All at once, I understand.
Such a cruel and twisted joke.
I'm stung by the deception
in the words my father spoke.

Delusion. A placebo
meant to cover the despair
stemming from the knowledge that
one day he would not be there.

My heart is melancholic;
all my hopes have been denied.
I drop down to my knees and
pull the pistol from my side.

With the barrel at my temple,
I have one last jaded thought:
"All's never ended well...
it seems my quest has been for Naught."
PostPosted: Tue Nov 27, 2007 8:05 pm


"Peace is but a shadow of death,
Desperate to forget its painful past...
Though we hope for promising years
After shedding a thousand tear,
Yesterday's sorrow constantly near.
And while the moon still shines blue,
By dawn it will turn to scarlet hue."
-Kuja

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