Damn, talk about crappy fiction in the Xenosaga section, lol. Can people write anything a little more original and coherent? It's called beta's and spell check nod nod After reading what has been posted recently, I think it's time to do a little healing and loving here. Poor Xenosaga is getting abused by poor writer's. Especially the poems. MY GOD! My heart dies when I see people write poetry that is so damn easy (I'm not very clear on that because I'm not sure how to explain it) hits head on a wall.

Well, it has been a very long absence since my days as SniperYingFa. I apologize for those unfinished stories. If people want to see those stories revived, I'll think on it (The story I speak of is Light Your Face with a Smile on my SniperYingFa account). So, I'll start off my revival with a poem series, which started with Pierce, and is followed by Sakura's Doll Maker. It isn't quite finished, but I wanted to see what people could make of it. I apologize for the bunching of lines, fanfiction won't accept the spacings I had for this poem. Enjoy the read.


Sakura's Doll Maker

Rubedo's anger was delicate,

As if the smooth lacings of his embroidered doll

He crafted his rage into red satin bows,

And tickle-me-pink buttons

That scattered like little plump cherries

Across the smooth white silk of his doll's dress

Rubedo sewed cracked hearts on the sleeves,

Mastering the quiet delicacy of memories,

And stitched in words of "FAILURE" and "LOSS"

In those petite, yet, noticeabe cracked hearts

He began to remember promises,

And added brown yarn for hair,

Hoping that the yarn would carry his apologizes close to the doll's ear,

Where it could hear his I'm sorry's repeatedly

Rubedo then picked up a paintbrush,

Dipped it in magenta paint

The brush approached the doll's head,

Empty of expression

He would paint life on that face

His fingers paused...

...and he boiled,

Threw the brush across the room

And knocked over his jars of acrylic

The paint stained the floors like cheap perfume sprayed on a woman's chest

"I can't paint a fucking dead face."