Wednesday, February 28, 2007

Ug.

My eyes hurt. I've been stairing at computer screens too much. Oh well. I can take a little pain.

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Thursday, February 22, 2007

The day they met was a gray day. She prefered gray days, because it was still easy to see without the bright sun hurting her eyes. She was walking through the city to the library. Whispers followed her as always. The local boys liked to play pranks on her, but they always got dischouraged after a while because she never reacted. The adults just whispered about her rich family that disenherited her and her "condition".
He was wandering around the shadowy realm that mirrors every light filled world. He peared through a portal to her world and saw her. His feild of vision narrowed down to just her, waiting at a crosswalk. He knew then, that he had found his purpose(sp?).

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Tuesday, February 20, 2007

She was the dead eyed stranger that worked in the library, constatnly pushing a cart of books, methodically putting them away. He was a spirit of the shadows, hovering between light and dark, never truly at home in either.
She literally had no emotions, her soul was dead. Her sense of physical pain and pleasure was deadened. He was mischevious, a trickster all the way. He searched for his meaning, something he could devote his live too.
And one day, they met.

*********

I will continue this! ...Sometime.

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Monday, February 19, 2007

Sometimes...

my eyes just hurt.
I don't know why
I feel so very lonely.
But that passes.
I wish I could vanish.
And be no more
I want to cover my face.
Masks are so useful.
I want to kill a certain fool.
A guy in my class.
I'm just plain happy.
And those are the best times.
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Sunday, February 18, 2007

Look look!
Just updated my profile.
While you're here, why don't you comment on my last post? [soft, hissing voice] Do it! [/soft hissing voice]
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Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Valentines Day and Castratis
So it's valentines day and I'm at home, typing away, watching my bro play Twilight Princess, and participating in the Gaia Valentines Day event. Yeah, I got choco from my family. Yummy.

I'm sure you're wondering what a Castrati is. Well, it's a type of voice. Males would be... castrated before their voices changed, and then trained extensively. So they would be grown men with voices of women. A law was passed to make it against the law to make Castratis around 1930. I learned all this in music.
And yesterday we listened to a Castrati in class. It was strange to listen to something that was No More. It was originally recorded on a wax cillinder. I don't remember the guy's name, even though sensei did tell us. But yeah, there was a lot of surface noise. The voice had a lot of emotion in it, but it didn't effect me. A lot of things don't effect me... But it was nostalgic, you know. I was hearing it but it was long dead, long dust. You know?

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Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Falling

Flying, tumbling,
going down.
Free fall, yes,
but not forever.

This is nice.
I suppose.
...It won't last forever.

Tossed out
of space time
like two rag dolls
they fall.

Say, what do you think
ruined the spell?
The spell wasn't ruined.
We're still inact,
after all.
I ment what
made us end up
up here?
Hm.
Dunno.

Eventually they
will hit bottom
and it will be
over.

How long
do you think
we have?
Fifteen minutes
at the most.
I can just identify
people now.
Let's not
waste it then,
okay?

The plummit down,
locked in a
final embrace;
quiet love
finds its end.

Love you.
Mututal.

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Like it? The italics is Brooks and the underlined is Ikan. Yeah, this came out of nowhere. But it's my first searous poem in a while. Like it?

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