SyncSync. Feel It. The ebb and flow. Time, Life, Breath. Someone. Somewhere. Freezing. Condensed breath dances, not unlike fire. Fire. Fire. The someone collapses. Mother... father.... dead. Shot. Strong, sure, placement of foot, accompanies strong, musky smell. A sheild against the blazing flames. Darkness, creeping, choking. That terrible, terrible heartbeat. Abomination. The demons in Men. Camoflague Angel, cuts the darkness. Blazing fire, Raining Bullets. The heavens open. The demons fall. The angel crouches.Speaks in an alien tongSync
Otohime Sample 1The day drew onwards, like an Ox pulls a particularly heavy cart. Taiki’s feet were sore, and his spirits dampened. Otohime was much bigger now, although it still seemed like a colony of fireflies dancing upon the horizon. The sun began its steady descent, and the landscape was draped in the orange shawl of dusk. Junya, unfazed by fatigue, was conversing cheerily with the carriage guard. A fit of raucous laughter broke out amongst them as Junya got to the punch-line of a particularly saucy joke, and Taiki smirked too. Junya, behind the immaturity, had the uncanny skill to get close to even the most miserable of souls. He seemed to warm even tOtohime Sample 1
The FoolMy spluttered coughs hack like blades against the warm, tingly, smoky feel of the city. Laughter and shouts, from the hope-filled. The great smug. I really shouldnt blame them. After all, we are born that way. My companion, 12, considerably more furry than most. He lays with his head in my lap. I sit with my head on his. The day passes, not much event.The Fool
My life floods into the small tray in front of me. That charismatic jingling, that sparkling. Who says money makes the world go round? It merely fuels our great ships on the search to feeling that teensy bit better about o
KingshipBitter gales Move like fingers Of the master musician in the solitude of sound Moving bamboo, like the strings of a violin. The strings of our hearts.Kingship
The owl glides, wraithlike, in the unforgiving sky. Merciless dictator, benevolent self. He plucks the souls of the fools, who dare wander his cruel kingdom by midnight. He brings his harvest home. Continue the cruel bloodline.
Amongst the wailing grass, the dancing leaves. Claws have gouged into the ground like so many hellish chasms waiting to swallow the world. The rodents lie, backs to the temp
Oh Noes!
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"Be so good they can't ignore you."
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"Turn, turn... Inside of the time that left me behind I am, now,
les misérables
You who I loved too much are on the other side of the wall
Softly smiling"
-Camui Gackt.
So i see u hav sum kool poetry goin.....
reminds me i hav an emo poem t rite dooo dooo doo
cya
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Dull, Broken and Empty
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