Author's Note: And here is the first time I've ever written a fanfiction poem! So, super short, and based on Durarara!. Whoop! Anyway, enjoy!


Colorless


Shizuo

In his mind, it was a curse,

But to others, it was a gift,

Yet he could not fathom,

How they'd want this uncontrollable rage.

His strength pushed others away,

And drew in the wrong things,

All he wanted was to be understood,

Perhaps to blend in and be

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Celty

She was magic in this world,

A being unknown and fantastical,

She moved fast and silent,

A black rider at night.

But they held her in myths,

They never saw what she saw,

For once she just wished,

To be known and to be

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Izaya

He works and moves behind the stage,

A fire burning near,

A passion and love for human kind,

And a hatred he knows well.

He plays by no rules,

Nothing to tie him down,

This game is his own,

He has no allegiance, he is simply

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Anri

Her everyday life,

She didn't want it to change,

She held herself back,

She kept it that way.

But her feelings wouldn't deny,

And she let herself care just a little too much,

For a moment,

Her dull voice was no longer

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Masaomi

If he could change himself, he would,

More courage, no hesitation,

The worry and strife that plagued him,

He would wish for it to disappear altogether.

But still, there it was,

And still, there she was,

And here, here he was outside her window,

Wishing he could be more than anything

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Mikado

In the end, he was just normal,

But data and codes changed his life,

And a new world opened before him,

A dangerous world that swallowed him whole.

His time was spent, hours and days,

Hands and fingers cramping, eyes heavy,

But he was happy, he was proud,

Because he was a creator, a leader, and he was

colorless


Author's Note: Yeah, plain old free-verse. It's a fun little poem, written off the top of my head, encapsulating the idea of the Dollars, of course. Thanks for reading!

- J. Dom