Chazmy
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Pointless poems of the mind.just some very short poems I had written in my stories.
Broken Angel:
I have left these damaged jewels for you.
amoung them I lay shattered to pieces.
you could cure them with glue
but I will still remain broken.
{ this was written in my *Skeletons in the Closet* story. It is based on Muraki and his mother }
We are the Same:
Black and White
A beautiful disparity.
A compliment to eachother.
Both sharing strengh and power.
Neither can win over the other.
For both to share is to be..
...equal
...mutual
the color of gray.
{ ofcourse is about Tsuzuki and Muraki }
Final Wish:
Not again, not to awake in this feeling.
depressed, emotional, angry, terrified, hurt.
DEATH
an open invitation, my arms stretched far and wide.
consume me, coax my body in that bitter numb haven so that I may not feel nomore.
there is no coming back she said
correct and I will not come back without him.
There is only one thing left to do...
Pour brûler les restes. { means: to burn away the remains }
{ I wrote this poem in my *Forever Mine* story. It is about Tsuzuki preparing to kill himself for the loss of his love }
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laustic
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These are well written poems. I enjoyed reading them. I think the first one is my favorite. It just seems to fit Muraki and his mother so well.
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Chazmy
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Thank You
^_^
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Jani_chan
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I agree with Laustic wholeheartedly. Very nice!
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Chazmy
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Thank you:D
I was hoping they weren't to wacked out O_o
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laustic
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Your poems are definitely not wacked. I think they're dark and beautiful.
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Chazmy
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Thank You ^_^
I always think that people can't understand them, to scriptive.
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Editor
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I like the passion of the last one but I agree with laustic, despite being ths shortest the first one has an eerieness to it that leaves a lingering impression on you. The last three lines of the second one too, especially laid in that format, I thought were very well done.
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Chazmy
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Thank you:) I'll have more up soon.
there was a short one i did do not to long ago:
Guardian
My protection
My scar
When things go bad
There you are
I close my eyes
And see your face
To block out those nightmares
To a imaginary place.
You will protect me
My guardian angel
You will heal my wounds
Scare away the shadows...
You will tell me it’s okay
Just by looking into your eyes
I will give in to my fears
And tear away the lies
{ This poem was broken down more in the story ' Skeletons in the Closet ". This is it in short . based on Young Muraki and Tsuzuki. ]
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Editor
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Sounds romantic with a mysterious quality to it. The "wills" give it a lot of impact and certainty as well, so does the opening contradicting lines;
| Quote: | My protection
My scar
When things go bad
There you are |
Very nicely done, and based on a young Tsuzuki and Muraki, sounds interesting.
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Chazmy
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Thank you again 
I actually took certain parts from my story I'm doing out and made it into this tiny poem. The story ' Skeletons in the Closet ' is about Tsuzuki having to enter into Muraki's mind to find the demon that has taken over his [ Muraki's] body. Tsuzuki is introduced to a very young Muraki who guides the shinigami through Muraki's childhood up.
The story is still in progress.
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Editor
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Okay, sounds imaginative, I'll save some chapters today.
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Chazmy
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