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just another pic i made

The Hand Of The Clock

I watch it as it moves
Slowly telling the tale of my time
It ticks, carrying with it
The judgement..of what?
Of my worth?
I will not strech that far
But perhaps of my acheivement
The face of a clock
Is in it self reflective
Although of its self it can not show a reflection
But as it solemnly moves
From second to second
I am reminded of the little girl that died inside of me
With the passing of time
Perhaps life is cliche
For how can I hope to invent an emotion
Or an expression of such
That the hand of the clock
Has not seen
And before documented in the Minute of another's life?
How can I hope to be original
When the very watch on my wrist
Is a symbol of my imprisonment?
Why is my value measured in a quantity?
Why must eqaulity be a number?
If I ask the hands of my clock this questions
The answer is the same
A slow dull 'Tick'
And the meaningful, resounding 'Tock'

The Sun hits the face of my clock
And reflects it on a white clean surface
It is glittery, almost blinding
But only a reflection
Just a circle of light
On a background of light
But yet, there is a clear distinction in the brilliance

A human who is well informed
Well behaved by an Hour's standard
Would first try to distinguish the two
By using the Minute's English
But I shall not listen
For in that moment I understand
We are all judged by the same hands
But in the moment of truth
The difference is in the sparkling purity
Of our constant, timeless, un-changing reflection

But then again...
What is the Nano-Second worth of my discovery?
I check my watch
I ponder my brilliance
Resolute in my new knowledge
I have broken through the veil of the world
I am free of it's bondages
I smile, I feel as if soaring
I am at peace with this world of normalcy
In a clock Hand's quantity that I have just conquered

I have reached my destination at last
I jump out of the bus without saying goodbye
To the stranger beside me
Who unenlightened as I am
Is snoring softly...wittling away his day.

I, however must now hurry
For I am late.

I am

All I am
All I be
Is the one
The only
Me

All I fight
All I change
I love hamburgers
All the same

The more I lie
The more I hide
The more my eyes
Open wide

The silence comes
I try to explain
The less I say
The more I gain

The tears that still
The I that leaves
The more I love you
The more I feel teh breeze
Light..and airy, invisible and there

No more falling
Time to fly
No more crawling
No time to die

Just plain old me
Plain old me
Sexy, bossy, ornery me
Silly, small, frightened me
Pass the vinegrtte,
I want peaches me
In love with Laika
Laughing me
Just me...
This me...
This T-shirt wearing
Ready to tease
'ARGH! Fox behave!' me
Winking about sex stuff me
Wiggling tush and punching me
'Whatever', rolling eyes me
Adorable, pouting, terribly cute me
Perverted..all of these things
Make me.. I am
More than anything else..
I could ever want to be
Just me
Curling up with Bun Bun next to sisters and brothers watching Evangelion and crying me..when Kaumi and Helena kick my a** too much to stand when she says 'When will it end...' me...blushing..blushing...me
Washu! redface

And nothing else but the me who can not lift rocks but can smash them.

Lovely, heavenly, wonderful light,
Glimmering, shimmering, oh so bright,
Warm it shone for our delight,
And gone it was once came the night,

A purple, blue, or golden streak,
Storms across the sky so bleak,
It strikes a bough of sturdy teak,
Its presence makes the forest creak,

Tonges that cannot speak its ire,
Rising, crackling, flick'ring fire,
Its heat may make the meek perspire,
Or it may forests consume entire,

It keeps our feet above the sea,
Hard as stone and steel it be,
Our Earth which holds both grass and tree,
also holds up you and me.

Then this keeps us on the ground,
Instead of letting us float around,
It's what makes a pint a pound,
It rules the universe so we've found.

The same stuff in a Hurricane,
Is what is in a summer rain,
The drops that wash away a stain,
And lakes in which abide the crane.

It makes up January snow,
It's what helps Ice Skaters go,
You may it in ball form throw,
And beneath boots will it stow. wink

A gentle breeze in the calm of the day,
A gale that blows anear the bay,
The air that moves does seldom stay,
Soft or strong or both it may.

All the elements in the sphere,
Poetically listed are they here,
Fans of them may once more cheer,
Raise their wines or pints of beer,

And hope that this someday makes some semblance of sense. blaugh

Remember This

When life is done
And I am gone
And your arms are empty
Or maybe not
Remember me
This way I am
This cheerful, loving way

When life moves on
But time stands still
And you can no longer smell me
Or touch my skin
When the only trace of me
Is with in your heart
Remember this moment
When our love is not apart

When all is lost
And life is hard
When you are hurt
Alone and crying
Even if I am long gone
I shall live on for you
Remember me
For I shall never leave your side...

"El Zorro Negro"

Una persona introvertida,
Sus días de su niño vida
Perdió cómo su izquierda ojo;
Qué él perdió en un espada duelo.

"Zorro Negro" él se llama,
Pero no llamó Renard ¡para nada!
(Si usted quiere mantener su diente)
Yo conozco Sorro, estupido pero intelegente.

Yo sé que él piense,
Pero juega por idiota que
Él piense él es, por él hace...
Un pasado muy horrible.

(Yes... it's supposed to be in Spanish... stare )

hmm i need some one who can do a review for my idea so far of the story. though their just pieces i gotta fill in the blanks, or should i do this solo? course one things for sure, backgrounds are not my forte sweatdrop