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Rioichi20

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Last Login: 03/10/2013 5:56 pm

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Birthday: 09/17

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The Pretty Shinies I Can't Has

About

I'd say something nice and meaningful about myself here, but.... Eh...
Really, if you care to know about me, ask me.
(Ha! Eat that, stalkers! XD)

A Goodbye

‘Twas a pleasure, but now I must depart
To the corners of the world, in search of my heart
If I may find it, I cannot tell you
But now, my friends, I bid you adieu

Gloom

(Something I randomly thought of when a friend said that it was all dark and gloomy outside, which it was...)

You say it's Dark and Gloomy, But I find it's much more roomy, As all the people have gone away.
To the land of the Light, They have all taken flight,
And there forever shall they stay.

LIFE!: The Play!

(One I randomly thought of when thinking about life and... Plays... Well that seemed redundant..)

Come on! Come on! The scene is all that matters! Do good, not bad, I refuse to accept the latter!
We play in the Cosmic Comedy we all call Life, full of mischief, happiness, joy, and strife!

Metamorphosis of a Killer

(My favorite of all the poetry-esque things I've made.)

~This face is but a mask to cover the sins and evils of another. But this other is very close, so very close, he's like a ghost, haunting those I love the most.

~A ghost of a former self, formed by the memories upon the shelf, body with happiness radiant, spirit resilient, but now empty with nothing filling it.

~Dark deeds done, nowhere to run, no place to hide the blood red gun. White walls stained crimson with fear, demons sure to appear, in the darkness and the light, unable to hide from bitter cold fright.

~This face is but a mask to cover the sins and evils of another, another that is like a brother, taking home in this soul of mine.

Sorrow of the Rain

(A depressing one that I sort of poured my heart into when I was depressed. Redundant? Very.)

~Raindrops falling from the sky, each telling a different tale. Each one so blue and frail, blown around by a fateful gale.

~Tales of sorrow, tales of lies, tales of grief to those that die.

~Tales of those who've grown so cold, telling of pain that's grown so old.

~Tales of those whose hearts hold sin, who before were hurt again and again.

~Tales of those so weak and frail, but hide behind a happy veil.

~Tales of those who can't do the task, who hide their hurt behind a mask.

~Tales of those who were so strong, but now haven't the will to even go on.

~Tales of happiness turned to ache, who feel no more they can take.

~Tales of the broken spirit, so shattered and torn they can no longer hear it.

~Tales of those grieving over the dead, who lie crying at night in their bed.

~Tales of those lost to words so cruel, who felt like they were just a tool.

~Tales of sorrow turned to hate, sealing many people's fate.

~Tales of those so innocent yet victim, fallen to those who wickedly tricked them.

~Tales of those who clutch the blade, giving blood and sadness in trade.

~Tales of those who pull the trigger, whose mind was a problem none could figure.

~Raindrops falling from the sky, each telling a different tale. Each one turning dark upon their sail, splashing to the ground of hatred and betrayal.

Love's Insanity

~Sickness weeping crimson tears, now came all of her worst fears.

~A constant beat to electronic tone, and when it stopped, he felt so alone. And so she died, the Reaper came, look not could he at the picture frame.

~A frame of memories, a frame of love, a frame of an angel sent from above. An angel called back by chorus of voices, leaving him with few choices.

~But none did he make, his happiness fake, only pangs of sorrow greet him at the lake.

~The lake with the shed, that next to they wed, but the vows lied not, as now she was dead.

~And so sorrow and sadness slowly drove him to madness, but there she waited for him.

~They again ate their cake, right next to the lake, a better family none would make.

~Together now they run in the prairie, no burdens do shall ever carry, reality ever so dim with the memories of the one named Mary.

Sorrow's Plaything

Bright blue sky turned dark and black, the demons of sorrow forever attack.

Eventually and essentially, the demons always win, always leaving me with nowhere to begin.

But now I look up to the now black sky, raise up my arms and hope to die.

The demons cut, the demons bite, but to them this has never been a fight.

They toy with me, promising an end, but they're just coy I see, and my heart and mind they rend.

And so I fall victim to darkness's delight, true happiness and joy shall never be my sight.

Lives of Tragedy

I wish I could start from scratch, learning to open the latch. To walk around while slightly stumbling, to speak my words while always mumbling. To run around under the sun, looking for great mischief and fun. Though by a mistake, my life he would take, to put inside a jar to take with him to travel far.

The Reaper comes for me.

I wish I could start again, I think I would be a wren. To come out of the dark and into the light, staring upon the world with excitement and fright. I would look up at the vast blue sky, I’d jump from the nest, so eager to fly. Flapping my wings, faster and faster, but yet of all things, it is only disaster.

The Reaper shrieks with glee.

I wish I could do it once more, just to see what life has in store. I’d swim so fast, I’d be so smart, I’d put on a show, I’d make it an art. I’d look at the people at the bow of the boat, I’d look at the man with the shiny fur coat. I’d dance for them, I’d sing for them, but I’m just a prize for their king to them.

The Reaper sates his greed.

I’ve had my fill, I’ve had my fun, but this torture has only just begun. Again and again I come and I go, until at last there’s no more to show. So the fire burns out, the light fades away, and so comes the end of this torturous play.

The Reaper has no more to see.

Hotel Grand

(Makes me think of Hotel California by the Eagles. Listen to the lyrics of that song, and the theme is fairly similar.)

~This is the way, come and stay at Hotel Grand today!

~Oh don't fight! We won't bite! Don't worry of the shadows, there's plenty of light!

~Don't scream! It's not what it seems! This place isn't evil and bursting at the seams!

~Don't run! Come have more fun! Oh come now, who needs the sun?

~Well fine then, you can leave then! But do please, come again!

~This is the way, come and stay at Hotel Grand today!

Upon the Sea (Looking for Those Like Me)

(Thought of this recently, or, as of October 25th, 2011. Just something that attempts to emphasize that the journey through life, dare you have the courage to, "set sail" upon it, is a hard, wretched path, as well as the journey of looking for those that are much like you. Oh, and there's a small bit in there about how no thing and no one is truly innocent. Or something.)

~Sailing on this vast dark ocean, water and thunderclouds all I see. Sailing on this vast dark ocean, it’s many horrors unraveling me.

~While others may stay upon their land, I’d rather take off, launch from the sand. I look for the shore of a grand new land, I begin to miss the old, warm sand.

~Alone out here, alone in this boat, I’m quite surprised that it’s still afloat. Alone forever, the land was no different, I’d rather be here, where cruelty is indifferent.

~For the land was no place for me, a place without my kin, while out here on the sea, not even the holy are without their sin. So I sail and look for those like I, those with their sin deep within, and those to whom I rely.

~I depend upon the message they send, that placed me onto this ocean that has no coming end.

Coma

(Made this, then I put it into the message for a gift I sent anonymously to a friend.
A Long-Stemmed Black Rose, of course.)

~Lying there, asleep in bed, while to the others, I am all but dead

~A hit on the head, a scar I will keep, the thing that put me into endless sleep

~Yet while in the darkness I find quite the sight, another Dreamer floating into the night

~She gives off a light, a bright light, it makes my sleep into something I fight

~For to bathe in this illumination, there is no greater sensation, I find that it is the source of all elation

~And so this light, being so bright, brought a close to my unending night

~When I awoke, I opened my eyes, I saw her sitting as she cried

~She is not a dream, she is what was real, and my heart, from the darkness, she would steal

Longing

~Oh the woe, to be laying here, all alone, not another soul near

~Certainly not of my nameless love, the one, among others, I cherish above

~The clouds, they crackle, the air, it shakes, and here I am, in bed, awake

~Longing for the feel of her taut, soft skin, smooth like silk, so wondrous, in fact, it feels like a sin

~And the look of her eyes, such deep blue, how they marvel, taking ocean's hue

~Stealing it and bathing it in such heavenly glow, the hue, truly hers, and rightly so

~For nothing could match the beauty of this girl, even Aphrodite's locks could not achieve such magnificent curl

~And so I lay longing, another night alone, dreaming of the day when this girl may be my own

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