A short story-like poetry devised out of a poem I made for our FictionPress poetry category. I just thought it fitted a certain white-haired boy…sort of. And the poem (in bold italics) is my favourite as well (didn't think that amateur writers could like their own work, eh?).
Anyway, each sentence has its own snippet. Which I don't think is very good. Oh, well. I'd rather have only the poem, but that's just no fun.
Well, enjoy. And thank you if you review or read it, or even add it to your favourites and so.
Without further ado: this is…uh, his reflective thoughts.
Disclaimer: Hoshino Katsura owns -Man. I'm guessing you all know that already.
My Grey World
By Aleviene
Wish, once more
Precious: was what I wanted to be. I wished for so many things, that I forgot what I truly wanted.
Earnest, what I seem to be
Everyone loved me. But did they love me for who I am, or who I looked like?
Eager to please
So long as they are happy, I will try to be happy as well.
Pretending to be what I was not
I can see me in the mirror. In everyone's eyes. They called me their light. Yet in my own, I saw a pathetic, crippled fool.
I was but a clown
My only purpose was to entertain, to put a cheery grin on their faces. To shatter my life, so they could laugh with me.
Nothing more, everything less
Always the last one to live. Always the last one to die.
Grinning widely, that fake smile
I smiled. They smiled. I always would cry in the inside.
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Two, three chimes
I turned around and heard a million voices calling me. I didn't know what they said.
Ended the show
Just another worthless player in the game: was me.
And I saw blood
Was it mine? Or was it theirs? I couldn't even tell anymore. I couldn't protect anyone.
Ringing in my ears
My last lullaby never reached me.
Seeping through my skin
I can feel the warmth, and the coldness. They were ethereal.
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Of the clear crystal tears
They stream out like glass, piercing their way out of my eyes.
Far beyond the ashen insignia
Chromatic colours filled my universe.
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Grey, as my dull world
Inconsistent: the life that I lead. Leaning to the light, caressing the darkness.
Repeating the same steps
My life was set by boundaries that were copies of each other.
Even when I return
Those words that welcomed me dearly were merely words. They might reach into my heart, but it never reached my soul.
Yesterday was never there.
They clapped for me. I left the stage. And the show begins again.
If you're smart, you'll see something from the whole poem...I even helped you out.
(Hint: Why did I divide them into specific paragraphs? Look at the poem closely and you'll see what I mean.)
...oh, alright. Another hint.
(Hint 2: Examine, for each of the poem's (in bold italics) line. What starts with an "F" and ends with a "T"; what is not at the back and not in the middle? Add that word to an item that means something you write and send or the things that make up a word.)
It's not that hard, really.
2/3/09