Riena: Ok. Second poem posted in one night. I'm on a role.
Kurama: Aren't you supposed to be doing your report?
Riena: Well, yeah, but it feels like my brains being compressed, so I'm typing this. It works too. For writers block, homework, ect. Just write poetry. It really works! ^_^ I just sounded like one of those people in the commercials, didn't I?
Kurama: Well, yeah, sort of.
Riena: ANYWAY, back to the story.
Okami: Poem.
Riena: WHATEVER! I originally wrote this for me, but I just relized that it could probably work for Hiei, or even Kurama when you think about it! Now, on with the story!
Okami: Poem.
Riena: Grrr.
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"It hurts, doesn't it?"
asked a little voice in my head.
"When you keep it bottled up inside
Til the end of time?"
"Yes"
I reply.
"But it isn't anything that I'm not used to."
"You could end it you know?"
The voice reasons.
"There's a knife over there
Just a few feet away.
"All you have to do
Is lift it up
Then bring it down through your heart.
Or head.
Might be faster.
So what do you say?"
"No"
I reply
"Why not?"
"Hope."
The voice snorts in disgust.
"As long as there is hope
I continue.
I will not take the cowards way out.
Not again.
I've been running to long.
"I will survive
As long as there is hope.
I can not, however,
Say the same for you."
Kurama: Aren't you supposed to be doing your report?
Riena: Well, yeah, but it feels like my brains being compressed, so I'm typing this. It works too. For writers block, homework, ect. Just write poetry. It really works! ^_^ I just sounded like one of those people in the commercials, didn't I?
Kurama: Well, yeah, sort of.
Riena: ANYWAY, back to the story.
Okami: Poem.
Riena: WHATEVER! I originally wrote this for me, but I just relized that it could probably work for Hiei, or even Kurama when you think about it! Now, on with the story!
Okami: Poem.
Riena: Grrr.
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"It hurts, doesn't it?"
asked a little voice in my head.
"When you keep it bottled up inside
Til the end of time?"
"Yes"
I reply.
"But it isn't anything that I'm not used to."
"You could end it you know?"
The voice reasons.
"There's a knife over there
Just a few feet away.
"All you have to do
Is lift it up
Then bring it down through your heart.
Or head.
Might be faster.
So what do you say?"
"No"
I reply
"Why not?"
"Hope."
The voice snorts in disgust.
"As long as there is hope
I continue.
I will not take the cowards way out.
Not again.
I've been running to long.
"I will survive
As long as there is hope.
I can not, however,
Say the same for you."