Daisuki

All sins atoned,All debts repaid,An empty grave marks where he laid.Honest hands,Scathed and healed,Our place in heaven He lovingly sealed.For through the hell and through the strife,The Prince of Pea

You need not knowwhyhowwhere.Just feelthe sorrow in her heart,the rage in her eyes,the fear in her blood.Step through her barrier,one which she put uponly for awareshe has regrets beyond wordsthat ...

Author's Note: I'm not a great songwriter, but this is a song with a very upbeat tune. Thanks for your reviews!here we are down on earthwith our guns and our ...

Spoiler! : No more reviews are needed, but thank you so much to everyone who already reviewed!This was just a happy, bouncy poem. I wanted to use the phrase 'Fly ...

Spoiler! : My only comment: Meh. Can I fly with you in the shadow of your wings, when sky and moon are hardly quiet and I can’t hear a ...

Spoiler! : So-so. Needs work. Maybe inspired by Disgrace to Wolf. I can hear your rasping breathjust barelyover the screams of footstepsand my own dying lungs.I’m running for youto youeven ...

Spoiler! : Help! Your hairis messylike confused drives me madas water in my ears would.Your eyesare frighteningas thunder roaring angrily.They pierce meas lighting in a storm would.The rest of the ...

here we are down on earthwith our guns and our hatecan we still save ourselves?or are we just way too late?violence and pain andloss and remorsea child alonea life set ...

Spoiler! : Sorry it's so long and my choice of punctuation probably isn't that great. There's a long background story behind this, so it might not have the same meaning ...

lock consumed by bloody rustfast-bound gatebut the key was paperbarely real and fragilecarried by the windcrushedfoolishly I opened my gateand it won’t close untilthe rust on the other is goneand ...

Spoiler! : I feel like I need to add something...The last stanza was added in, but I dunno if it really fits...Oh, yes, and the last line is what Shinrai ...

Darkness,so cliché when hated,when feared,when thought of as visible absence,when in reality everything is still there -just hidden, taking a break from the scrutinyof eyes ever judging.Darkness,when

Trace her tongues all day, if you can. Run your fingertips along twitching, non-static lines that snap! at every wrong flinch and leave ash to mark of her rage. Allow ...

Eat it, if you desire to give a damn.Let it burn, writhing down your throat to find a home behind your ribs.Maintain it therewith a sound breath, an ember to ...

in frozen close and failing misteyelashes catch on iceand fool themselves into shattered gripsstirring not but twicebold lingering sounds congregateabout ears that cannot hearand a warming flutter per

A man – dark skin, and dark a river of water,and a river of people.“Sir, you’ll have to leave her.”No.Can’t leave.Can’t stopclutching these auburn tresses.Tears andchest tight.Eyes see onl

Spoiler! : This is pretty much all stuff with references to my life. I wanted to write something depressing to prove to my friend that I could, but I couldn't ...

I need to review some work... My mom actually understood this, so the meaning might be pretty obvious. I think it needs a better ending and begining, though. ------ You ...

I was inspired to do this by the character themes from Soul Eater. So, a little background on Dragon. He's a blond mage kid with a happy attitude, although some ...

As I watch the Shemejis my friend gave me crawlall over my computer screen, and as I wait for the next exam, I type random letters on the keyboard and ...

People will fail you. Always.

Time and Graffiti I am tired, and I tell her so. She shrugs and devours a star, ashes blackening the corner of her mouth. It is the same ...

The best love poem is one of...

Should clouds melt sky and rain crash like acid, it is with an adrenaline-fueled voice that I defy you, stars. The reason, for breathing and otherwise- I know 'tis death, ...

mild language

I'll give up one day - when my ribs need to breathe and my lungs are sick of it - under a tree, maybe, with dappled light being the Morse ...

updated version

Feels good to write for the first time in a long time.