Thursday, February 7, 2008

   Nichevo

I adopted a Naruto chibi! ^.^



Name:Oro-chan

Likes:strength

Dislikes:weakness

Owner:Dracula

Click here to adopt your own Naruto chibi!





Within the deep darkness of the sky and the sea a shadow stood upon the earth, shrouded in the dankness of the clouds. This is the omnious sign of what maybe a tragic tale, however bare with me for the strength of the heart is the true destroyer of time. With such a humid night being so dark there not much Endre could do but sigh in quiet disapointment. The night was growing old, and he had spent enough time standing out in the heat. Soon with the constant pass of time, the sun would rise oncemore, being born again and giving light to the crying world. A familiar smirk played upon him, as he remembered that Azmaria would scold him for being a cynic.

So with that last thought in place in the fading distance, Endre set off knowing that even with a whistless flat in his step it would not matter when he would come to Azmaria, for time was irrelevent to them. True, maybe no one can guess why so, but that did not matter at the moment for what brought him out of his stupor of thought was what was ahead of him. Endre stopped in his tracks, particially hidden by the night's natural shadow and under the cover of gothic roof structure. The constant beating on concrete told him something was approaching. Endre's eyes dangerously narrowed as by habit, or maybe it was a conditioned reflex. However, a small form rounded his corner as he was preparing for a confrontation. Instead, what our willful shadow got was a trip into the concrete as he fell off his feet and landed into the floor face first. When he only seconds later pulled himself to see what had undermined him so, streched across his legs was a small child, a boy and his neck scarf tangled at Endre's ankles.

Endre was a bit irritated that such a thing had happened, to him no less a being that in a 1,000 times could have avoided this altogether. `How troublesome...` Endre mused to himself when the tiny form piqueked movement and Endre was stared at by a pair of Amethyst orbs. As Endre observed his alleged attacker, this boy seemed no older than seven at most had chocolate brown silky hair that clung to his face as whispy strands and was incredibly messy he had slender form and the most innocent wide amethyst colored eyes. Endre also noted the baggy clothes and boots on this odd boy. Before Endre could say two words, this child suddenly smacks him in the head. Endre bewildered and now quite irate wishes to impose the meaning of terror upon this unruly child but before...the boy speaks up and his statement catches Endre completely off guard. ``Are you the one who can save me?``.

Endre didn't understand the meaning of this request at all, and hell, he had been around for quite sometime now despite his very youthful appearance. He had the answers to quite a few things that most humans wouldn't even begin to phantom. However, that for a later time he now had to figure out just what this child wanted from him.
The boy not hearing a reply had disappointment cross his features began fiddling with the tied down scarf that clung loosely to his neck for most of it was caught upon Endre's legs.
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Sunday, August 5, 2007

   Losing it

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Sunday, July 15, 2007

racketering



Moonlight dimly filtered through a dusty window frame,the glass long since a cleared diamond brilliance.
The beams crawls, gently illuminating only what is in view.
The chaise lounge chair by the gritty window's panes seems to be crying in this silence.
The side table remains undesturbed by the aged lounge, quietly protesting to leave.

The cold wind carries this message across what is left of the ages.
A window, a chair, and a table near the night sky, the astrnomer's spot had grown cold from loneliness.
The scene etched on the moon is a rare secret ever shared in the mutual exchange of time and insistance.
Grit falls upon silken rugged floors and a piece of the window is bared to the harsh world outside oncemore.

In the astronomer's corner stands a shadow long forgotten, the void scenery of the outside world is viewed through transcluscent eyes.
The moon shines dimmly in the sky and the frozen earth below illuminates the message of sorrow as if no longer in grief.
The flow of a pathway through rivers of blighted crimson from that day, a moment in time continues anew.
The vivid description haunts the mind with no avail, dankly invisible wisps silently escape from the cracks in the walls of the infastructure.

Pain unknowingly staining the inner workings of my nightmares.
Chants in turn with smog from the candles in the last room, swindle the beating in the night, the city that never sleeps.
The rapping against the walls is all too familiar, the tiny noise grows louder and louder until the glass crashes into the room
and a steel chair lies overturned from the impact from the outside world.

We hear screams and giddy wails of barding.
The bangs against the floor, crackling the 400 year old tiles and splintering the table in the main room within this hell hole.
The loud bangs against the floors, course through the body as if no barrier existed, this turmoil rattles my brains.
I think I have a manmade conclusion from all the racketering.


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Friday, July 6, 2007

lawless
What are you worth?
Nothing, useless for your life is already thrown away
You do the same to me, useless already expired
The hands of the clock tick as you pay for your crimes
Graying and scars become your medium

You and the very idle thought of you makes anyone
not just myself to lose thier inner worth
With slow movements just want to go
Not wanting to stay there is no point
A hatred burning, guess who?
Not enough to fully end everything

For you should stay even though I didn't want to
That is your debt to society, so serve it
Just like a jail sentence your time is far from over
Stay till there is nothing left but a hidious shadow
After all, you're a sinner you haven't done anything
virtuious even though that forked tongue speaks of
matyrdom.

You're useless for no one gives a damn
As they should, the creeping of time
A hatred burning, guess who?
Because of you, I wish to disappear
after all your words are nothing but sugar coated lies
I can't take another day, slowly you rip me to shreds

Should just run and never return for there is hatred
in such a place that isn't ``home`` just an empty space
You've done nothing, think you've done so much?
I can't hear you, leave for there is nothing but lies
I had no desire to be saved, if it meant I was nothing
A toy to be played with, this isn't a game anymore

Why the fuck did you do this?
Bitch, don't you understand any of it?
I wasn't meant to be bought and sold
Just another in vain, I wanted to be another child slain
It wouldn't have made a difference, you in that dry form
damned me.
Something that wasn't meant to be.
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Saturday, June 30, 2007

haibane-renmei

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Ebony Butterflies
This slow feeling....I'm nauseous I cannot stand upon these weak feet, Some dog in the corner this random hellhole corner pissed all over himself. Funny shit, whatever. Urr..throw up..eww disgusting crap. I have to runaway, get moving from this spot and escape whatever shadows happen to be trailing my own witless shadow.

Gotta get up, gotta run. Can't move to much tranquilizer in my system, I have to push up,....glass..good...damn! That hurt...gotta get out!

Standing upon this rickity slab of concrete of a bridge I have escaped for now, however I will be found again. I lean against the railing stare out into vast early morn darkness....what a sight the heavens bright worlds and crashing spheres of light playing across vast space....so much better than sitting trapped within that dirty cell. There is a story I know better than anything, because I would tell it to the darkness within my cell enjoying a warmer feeling as if the spirits themselves were listening to my crooning of words so polished diamonds glare in envy of such smoothness.

This rickity slab is loosening bit by bit, I glance over to the corner, and over the pale rocky beach the pouty waves lap to the shore as if to breakup and repair in swift dance. The clickity bang of an old tool is heard,one noise swallowing up all like Cronus and his children. Over crag and rock a small shallow old beggar with a shopping cart Travel toward the lapping sea, maybe to find urban treasure, maybe to drown deep into the calm tide. I happen to be losing myself piece by piece, tightening my grip on the rail pain surges foward.

Reminding me of what nust be done soon. What a pity I wanted more. The beggar leaves his cart for a moment staggering with cocky limp and drunken drawl swish slap of broken sandals moving along crags. Seems something has......DAMN ....I have to shift my focus again, pain sparks through my system I avert my eyes from the sight...I stare upon some fair maiden clutching a cell phone to her ear tears streaming freely down upon a porcilan face.

Questions form however a faceless mask stays in place, I am watching her from within my fortress, a kind of game is played out in the recesses of my mind, moves and strategies prepared, my imaginary faceless opponent loses the game...what grace. I shake from internal stupor. The young maiden stands now her grip tightens on the celluar phone she's raised her voice to high pitch and screeching decibals yelling out how she's tired. Who gives a fuck I'm tired too and nobody gives two hoots.

The scene of portrayal of the quiet screaming battlefield of a beggar and his shopping cart with its stripped K-mart label. I'M THE WORST WRITER IN THE WORLD, EVERYONE KNOWS THAT..... uhhh...strange writing invading my concious my vision is blurring and I can hear my worst in the backgound...I try to stay emotionless on this external shell just to perserve sanity until then. Simmering close to the surface and applying a bandage to a cancer paitent and telling them it's only a scratch.

Something is begining to draw to a close, faint rays of morning light summoned and a mass of orange-yellow floating just over the tip of this rickity slab of a bridge. Vanishing......Some distant spot in the underground....

Marlon: Dad, I don't have much longer left....
Marlon: What Dad?, I can't run....my legs are gone...
Marlon: Why are my legs gone? Well, thats a bit difficult to explain...shh...oh...god I think I hear her coming...she's looking for me and is mad.....shhh Dad no noise bye...

(2 minutes later a white and nerdy ringtone chimes..)
Marlon: Dad! I thought I told you no noise!....what? where am I?...well in a bathroom stall...hiding
for now...
Marlon: Dad? She's looking through all the stalls....what? Hide Inside the toilet and close the cover?
Marlon: Dad,I just took a fresh dump......what kind? Dierrhea....why? why do you think? Cause I had a bean burrito for lunch...

Marlon: Oh Dad, she's found me...uh hi. Can I finish this call?....I can't....oh...Dad?.....beeep...(dail tone)

Vanishing.....Uhh...pain surges through my being oncemore, I can't stop the tightening of my grip on the railing...I increase my grip in my left hand around something shiny and besethingly sharp. Time slows to a drawl and crimson elixir stains this bridge... The crying girl still there yelling in pain and from fear, clutching her lifeline....a silver cellular phone. Screaming....swish-swash of passing footsteps....Darkness oozing from the walls of my ce...noo....not now...more crimson elixir stains the bridge.

I feel eyes on me..not from observation...but in curiosity....heh the emotionless mask begins to crack and the hint of a smirk is playing upon my lips...a box has washed upon the shore...the beggar stares in amusement but from fear does not touch this item from deep depths emerged. I wanted more, but sadly I can't spare anymore for then ......I return to being that...and that I cannot be. Swish swack of shoes upon this rickity bridge....gripping my shiny object even tighter more crimson falls and splatters on the bridge.I raise this tired body as my head toward the changing heavens, I close my eyes and smile....

Off in the distance movement in the cool air, louder screaming and sobs....why? Crimson stains this slab in rivers.....How beautiful...butterflies? now? oh yes the beautiful tale I knew by heart and would recite to the darkness....what was it called?.....oh..yea....Ebony Butterflies...

Somwhere on a beach there is a box sitting ashore with a beggar and his shopping cart nearing closer to pick up this treasure....somewhere in that box lie my dreams...
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