myOtaku.com
Join Today!
My Pages
Home
Portfolio
Guestbook
Vitals
Gender
Female
Location
My own lonely Abyss
Member Since
2005-04-30
Occupation
Daydreamer, A forgotten one
Real Name
call me Tara
Personal
Achievements
thats not your concern
Anime Fan Since
the beginning of... anime in english
Favorite Anime
InuYasha, Chobits (mangas) Dream Saga, Pretty Face, Fushugi 100%
Goals
to be enveloped by darkness
Hobbies
drawing singing writing stories and poetry and planning peoples dimise
Talents
all of the above
|
|
|
myOtaku.com: Fushigi na Shinzu
|
Welcome to my site archives. 10 posts are listed per page.
Saturday, August 6, 2005
Symbolism
last night a bat got into the house sumehow. im not entirely positive on how it got it seeing as we have screens on all the windows and the door hadnt been open for about 10 hrs. I searched the internet to see if it ment anything and apparently a bat has the the symbolism in china as good fortune, same for magick symbolism. What makes it even more strange is that i had had a dream the night before about a bat. I cant remember what it was about, but i can remember the bat perfectly.
I held the bat that flew in in my hands, it was frightened so i stroked its back and surprisingly it calmed down. im not sure if this actually means something, but it gave me inspiration for a new poem.
Nightwings
a creature that flies,
in the night,
gets, somehow, drawn,
into the light.
once fearful, afraid,
not knowing which way,
to turn,
calming down,
the fear was absurd,
in the warmth,
of caring hands,
brought back to,
the world,
seeing again.
yes i know its short, but its a strong poem, by the words, not by the setup or directness.
@---8-----Tara
Comments (1) |
Permalink
Thursday, July 28, 2005
My hearts bled for you,
so many times now,
no appreciation,
just complication.
One thing after the other,
it never ceases,
why don't you drop it?
Just stop it!
I can't take any more,
I see the door,
Ive been losin' my mind now,
leavin you behind now.
Dont try to find me,
and don't fret,
i'll be okay,
i won't be far away.
cause no matter how much i hate you,
i still love you,
i really do,
its really true.
But im going crazy,
my eyes are going hazy,
i never got a break,
never got considered sakes.
I had everything,
i could possibly lose,
little things that,
i never ever used.
I wanted a dad,
my dad,
but i never got him back,
my life feels so sacked.
Consider this:
if you were alone,
lost and thrown away,
you be better off then me.
Now ill take my step,
one further,
im out the door,
im not a server.
So freak out,
when you read the note,
"Ive left home,
I want to be on my own."
@---8-----Tara
Comments (0) |
Permalink
Saturday, July 23, 2005
Strange things have been happening...
Unusual things have been centered around me lately. Awhile back i woke up, not being able to move, and pulses of pain being shot into my back (almost where my wings would be if a were to be an angel), and then, not too long ago i was clearing up a messy room, and as i was moving a (fairly think and sturdy) mirror it shattered in my hands, and is the peices fell i gained cuts all the way down my left side. Two days ago i went away for the day and i swear i could someone whispering my name into my ear (even though i was about 100 miles from anyone that i knew). And then last night as i was sleeping, i woke up, cold sweat on my face and i couldnt breathe, i could feel a grimy hand clasped around my throat. but when i turned on my light, there was no one there.
So heres what a believe:
1. Either i have finally relived myself into the dark waters of insanity.
OR
2. Someone is trying to speak with me... someone... or something.
Comments (0) |
Permalink
Let go | Poem/Song | Undecided
Taken in,
by a heartless desire,
cant hold my breath,
no not any longer.
just let me go,
i need some air to breathe,
just let me go,
i need to be free.
i dont wanna see ur face anymore,
im tired of looking at it,
im seem cold i may seem cruel,
but this doesnt push the top,
next to what u've been doing.
stand back, out of my way,
this is no game, no time to play,
i need my space, just hang away from me, instead of off of me.
just let me go,
i need some air to breathe,
just let me go.
i need to be free.
@---8-----Tara
Comments (0) |
Permalink
Saturday, July 2, 2005
Stupid mother
my stupid mother is blind,
to whats before her eyes,
she doesnt understand,
the pain he'll bring again.
he's got like ten girlfriends,
he pays no attention to her,
just as fast as they make up,
the fights return.
why cant she see,
that he doesnt really love her?
why cant she hear,
herself yelling at him?
is her heart so broken,
that it no longer cares for whats right?
or is it that...
she likes getting hurt from the fights?
i had a dream,
that he slapped me across the face,
because i tried to tell her,
what he really was.
will that happen to me...
if i try to reveal the truth?
if i try to heal,
her blinded eyes?
i broke a mirror the other day.
i wrote "see?" in my blood on a shattered peice.
will she though?
if she stands in front of that broken mirror,
will it show her the truth?
or will it simply cause more anger...?
im so confused,
i dont understand,
why she wont stop getting hurt,
from his big ugly hand.
i need some guidance,
to show me the way,
do i leave and find peace?
or do i get hurt and stay?
@--8---- Tara
Comments (0) |
Permalink
Saturday, May 14, 2005
Just a poem
The night takes away,
the light of the day,
just as dust flies away in the wind.
The light seems to choke me,
but the night seems to hold me,
I can't control they power they have.
Fights erupt between them as,
life continues,unknowing,
of the continuous full moon.
They say fear is just a thing,
something in your head,
toying with your thoughts.
But, fear is alive now,
for the darkness,
has devoured the light.
@---8----- Tara
Comments (0) |
Permalink
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Hello
This is my first day on myO but do not be fooled by that. I know my way around this site quite well and will posting poems and drawings shortly.
Comments (0) |
Permalink
|
|