Eien-No-Bara

When I look back at it, I realize that everything happened because of me: the people who died and the lives that were destroyed. I knew that nothing would ever be the same after I met her, and for a while I convinced myself that meeting her was what started it all. But I know now that it started the moment I was born. I wonder sometimes what would have happened if I hadn't been born; would things have turned out better, or would they have been even worse? But eventually I realize that there's no point in wondering things like that, and trying to change the past only makes you dwell on it longer. There are only two things I know now that I w

The sun begins to set and the moon begins to rise I breathe in the intoxicating midnight air I'll put on my finery and go into the streets Because at night I hate to be alone Meet me in the shadows where the moonlight doesn't reach You take off your mask and I will take off mine Come, take my hand and let us dance 'till dawn and past Who says we ever have to stop? Come with me and let us dance this Crimson Masquerade If we're lucky, it will be the last one Don't say a word, don't try to stop, but don't give in 'Cause either way, only one of us will make it out alive Do you remember last time we met like this? You invited me to da

Nights are cold and dark and quiet now. They were warm when you were here. And there's no one by my side today, Though there's people everywhere. And the memories you gave to me Are all that help me through. I don't want to live this life unshared. Life is something meant for two. You promised me that we'd sail away And we'd never stop Not until we'd covered a thousand oceans. You promised me that we'd fly on high And we'd soar aloft, You and I would conquer the winds of fate. You promised me, in this race of life, We'd run hand in hand, forever. But you dropped my hand, and could run no more, And it's hard to run alon

I always see you, Happy, smiling, You never see me, Broken, crying And you're there in someone else's arms And I'm in my own Your smiles are met with other smiles My tears are my own Would I rather see you happy? Or would I rather see you cry? An abundance of your smiles Or just one tear from your eye? And I know I shouldn't want it I should be happy for your glee But if it ever came down to it, Would you ever cry for me? Why must I see your Fresh, new start? I want to see your Broken heart And I know how happy you must be And it makes me scream But as you pass me by, I smile It's not how it seems I would rather see y

 There was once a poor farmer in a small village who made his living growing and selling roses. He grew many rosebushes with many different types of roses; red ones, yellow ones, pink ones, and white ones. The farmer treated his flowers with love and always apologized as he cut their stems to sell them. He always said to them, "But, just think how much joy you are going to bring someone!" The man loved his roses, and the roses loved him, too. One day, as the new crop of roses were coming into bloom, something extraordinary happened. The rosebush that he had planted directly in the middle of the field sprouted three perfect blue roses. The f

 "Oh, this one's sweet." "Let me see it." "Oh, no this one! This one has to be the most beautiful thing I've--" "What are you doing, mother?" Violet's voice called from the hall. "Nothing, dear," Suzanne called back as she tried to stuff the papers back into the ornate wooden box she had found in the closet. Olivia giggled. "Just looking at some...em..." "Shush!" Violet appeared suddenly in the doorway, gracefully dressed in an over-sized T-shirt and paint-stained jeans, locks of dark blonde hair falling out of her sloppily formed bun. She looked first at her mother's guilty face, then at her her aunt's attempt at an innocent l

I have something to give you. I'm holding it here in my hands. It's made out of blood and tissue, But also made out of glass. Whenever I see you, I try to give it to you, But you don't notice. I hold it out to you, but you just walk on by. That's okay, though. I can wait. It's very light, but at the same time, it's heavy. You need two hands to carry it. If you carry mine, I could carry yours. But, I forgot. You already gave yours away. That's okay, though. I can wait. If you ever accept it, don't drop it, okay? Don't forget that it's made of glass, too. If you drop it, it'll break. You wouldn't break it, would you? Not on pur

If you saw a flower by the side of the road, Sitting silently, no one else in sight, Would you leave it there to wither and die? Would you even spare a glance in passing? You've always been heartless like that. Or maybe you would pause and bend down beside it. Maybe you'd smile and say, "The sun shines warmly, brightly now, But tomorrow, seems it'll rain. There are no weeds for miles around, So surely you'll be alright here." Would you say something like that and then be on your way? You've always been heartless like that. Maybe, still, you would feel sympathy And take it right out of the ground. Would you cradle it gently in y

How many times will you leave me behind To fend for myself when you promised you'd fight for me? How many times have I wished you would come? I hope in my prayers and come back disappointed And how many times have you been in my dreams? And when waking, reality seems like a nightmare And how many times have I lied to myself, Saying you're not that special, you're just unimportant? I'm tired of lying I'm tired of dreaming I'm tired of praying and hoping and wishing I'm tired of being Left behind, disappointed And I'm tired of being in love with you How many times have I met with your eyes And, despite what I know, never cease to

Spin me a shadow of moonlight From shining dew on flowers at night, Catch me the wind in a crystal vial To clutch to my heart with all my might, Hand me your heart in a silver bowl To warm me 'till morning light. Reach to the stars in the ocean Bring them to me before sunrise, Give me wishes tied with ribbon Toss me a bottle of lies, Give your heart wings and let it fall, Surrender the dreams in your eyes. Give me your world wrapped in winter Buried beneath starry skies above, There you'll find me at you side With you whom I've been dreaming of Whisper sweet, meaningless words to me, Your innocent, purest white dove. Spin me

A bright light in the darkness Shines over a whole new world Created by a single idea- Formed in a moment between Ignorance and Indecision. Brilliance takes but a second To be made apparent, While wisdom takes a lifetime To be grown from many seeds. The trees roots stretch far Into the reaches of the unknown, Allowing serenity and acceptance. An epiphany, however, brightens A dark room for only a short time. Wait too long and the world goes obscure once more.

there was a man came to town brung with him an awful sound brass and steam and all in motion speaking brazen rows and oil potions brids upon his ev'ry shoulder dragging behind, a prisoned boulder whispering gases creep from his broken form the regretful construnct of a man forlorn strutting cage, birds as fingers breaking stones under metal toes, never linger on the forever hunt for what he's lost or what still glitters in moving waters and stolen pictures of frozen daughters held together only by faith in pieces of self mined with parts of irrelevant wealth steeling his feet forever to tomorrow stepping and stoic to outrun h

I could tell you in music...    song...        dance...             a single note... I could tell you in writing...    a text...        a poem...             a single note... I could tell you on screen...    a scene...        a frame...             a picture... I could tell you with games...    clues...        maps...             a message... So how do I do this? So many ways to tell you, and so many ways to screw it up... I know. I'll tell you in person. I love you.

I wonder who's more lost right now; You with your dimming lantern wand'ring the land or me without your lantern to guide me? You left too soon, so here I leave the candles So that I may find your ghostly light in the dark Keep wandering, for you are my only guiding light And as I stand here, still living in this dark everyday world I live for you, so that you may be complete Let me carry all your burden And I'll hang on to all your regrets So that you may go on without restriction While your friends and family Take the blame for what happened to you, I know the truth, and whatever God, fate, or destiny Decided that my life was m

He wanted to pull out the pain with a syringe, as if it were black jelly that had accumulated underneath his skin. This was how morning welcomed him. *** On saturday nights, he was the kind of man who went around town painting murals with a can. They were gorgeous, especially when city employees melted them with hose-water. *** In America you can find dollar bills stuck deep in the cracks between sidewalks; you can find people stuck deep in the cracks between buildings too. *** You can also find people inside said buildings, inside beds, inside... *** One and only one night, the painter was approached by a hairy young

We were both born, we met each other and it was pleasant; more than pleasant. We fell in love, got married, stayed together, started a family and it was lovely; more than lovely. We went back to school, moved around, got old, retired, and eventually died in our sleep. But for such a deadpan remembrance of our lives, there was so much love love love, there was so much, and I... And I always wake up, and you are not there.

I am the stereotypical teenage girl And I refuse to believe that School will be a priority I believe that Fitting in Is better than Standing out I'd say "But for the sake of life... Live for the parties" Don't Stop believing in yourself I don't think you should "Not wearing make up to school" So I tell my parents "Not obtaining the latest trend is okay" Is a mortal sin, and 'I must have sex with guys' "Studies are important at my age" Is nonsense, and Boys make the world go round I'm normal and I like it that way And it is foolish to think that I am different. And all these would make me the 'perfect, stereotypical gir

I didn't know you all that well. I had met you the other year. At some dance thing my friend invited me too. My friend was friends with you an a few others. I met all of them, including you. You all went by your last names; ROTC thing, I knew. So I knew you're name sounded familiar when I heard it a few days back. From a friend. A few people. On the news. Along with grieving, loss, an..death. It took me awhile to realize where I knew your name from but eventually I remembered. I had met you; the other year. You were a friend of a friends. You were funny an nice. We all had a good time that night. You were breathing an living,