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i was...i am...i will beI was
A young child with dreams,
Broken to pieces within small time
I was subtle and quiet,
Ever so close minded
Closed in a cage like a monster
My only wish is to tear the bars down
To break my chains,
Link by suffering link
For I was a child to see life as a dangerous fire
To flame and never die down
I was to strive to survive
Who cared if I was eaten alive?
Strong enough to bring tides of water to shame
To bring those who are arrogant to blame
I am the one who holds burdens and peace,
They will follow me until I am deceased
I am wrapped up in drama
Watching as it swirls and strangles
I am known to be silenced and insane
To always rule over my domain
I am independent and alone
Afraid to define my very own mind
Yearning for that one,
So that I can finally unwind
I will be
The bringer of joy and pride
The one to stop this nightmarish ride
I will be stronger,
No longer will I stand for this torture
Imagining my wonderful job and family
To always be happy and conte
more to an empty soulThe cold was piercing and beyond any snow storm could ever go. It was the temperature of at least -30 degrees and still dropping. A man of dark shadow and mystery stood in the snow as the wind whipped his gaunt-like cheek bones. His eyes gleamed a golden metallic color as his pupils were thin as a hawk's. He stood in a clearing surrounded by trees and grave stones. He sighed and watched his breath come out in a wisp. A gravestone stood out from the rest, it was a cross with a gothic design. Dead, dried out rose vines grew on its frame. Mihawk as noble as he looked glared down at the grave.
"Felonious Mihawk " Mihawk read it aloud in a whisper, scowling at it. His mind flashed to his past as he saw his grandfather smile and head out the door.
"Juracule, make sure your father and mother stay healthy." He smiled. His warm golden eyes reflected kindness and joy. Mihawk, in his young age ran over crying for him to stay.
"You can't go! It's just a stupid war!"
more then one love storyThe sun cast a shade of red and yellow streaked with purple, it gave the cold nobody castle of the 11 No Daizai an eerie cast. No matter how beautiful and colorful it was, it would never make the castle a loving home. Echoing foot steps rang through the library as a slender figure walked briskly down the rows upon rows of book shelves. He stopped and stared out the closest window to the evening sky. He was almost out of time. He sighed heavily and rubbed his neck.
"Break thine heart, and bring among thy sorrows. All hath but one desire." The voice of a mellow tempo and low emotion spoke with pain. The voice came from a boy of 18; his crisp blue eyes sparkled with life and passion. His lean form stood tall and noble as he was draped with a dark coat to shield him from the cold breeze air. He continued with his work, finding each shelf carefully and putting each book into the correct slot. He shivered lightly as he continued. All day he had been working, so had everyone else in the organ
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