A.N.
okay people, here's the deal. this is another rei/mamoru thing. and frankly, i don't care if you like it or not. i don't give a damn if you think i'm some sort of ranty bitch either. i never say if they're paired or not, and i never say that i prefer it one way or another. i leave it up to you to decide, this is for the reader's benefit. i don't apreciate whiny readers who leave notes like "no way, i hate rei/mamoru pairings". well, screw you. that's nice. then why did you read it? i said it in the summary. "this is a rei/mamoru type thing". what was i supposed to do say "read at your own risk. and, by the by, if you hate rei/mamoru things, complain to me. i really care." i don' think so. that's not the way this works. sure, i care if my formatting is crappy, or my spelling is horrid or something, but the content of my poems is mine and mine alone. i don't write these for you, they're mine and mine alone. i post them because i thought people may enjoy them, and give me *constructive* criticism. and, if and when you do review, and it's a bad one. leave your name. i'm not going to bite, or add you to msn so i can bitch you out. i just like to know who it is that reads this stuff. so be mature, please?
aishiteru,
watercolor tears
they talk of angels, as if they
believe in god or some higher power,
yet they claim hell is a childs fable and
heaven is only a fools promise.
why does that not stop them from repenting a
life of sin moments before they die?
do you believe in Buddha?
someone who protects us when we need it?
that almighty power, the one that gave us the
ability to cry? To hurt and be hurt?
the ability to know that, although you
love someone so much it hurts, they don't love you?
why does love hurt? Is there really a
god, an all-powerful being who created us?
if there is, he must be sadistic, to be able to
sit and watch children die, mothers be beaten to death
fathers struggle to support their families.
I pity a god who could do that.
okay people, here's the deal. this is another rei/mamoru thing. and frankly, i don't care if you like it or not. i don't give a damn if you think i'm some sort of ranty bitch either. i never say if they're paired or not, and i never say that i prefer it one way or another. i leave it up to you to decide, this is for the reader's benefit. i don't apreciate whiny readers who leave notes like "no way, i hate rei/mamoru pairings". well, screw you. that's nice. then why did you read it? i said it in the summary. "this is a rei/mamoru type thing". what was i supposed to do say "read at your own risk. and, by the by, if you hate rei/mamoru things, complain to me. i really care." i don' think so. that's not the way this works. sure, i care if my formatting is crappy, or my spelling is horrid or something, but the content of my poems is mine and mine alone. i don't write these for you, they're mine and mine alone. i post them because i thought people may enjoy them, and give me *constructive* criticism. and, if and when you do review, and it's a bad one. leave your name. i'm not going to bite, or add you to msn so i can bitch you out. i just like to know who it is that reads this stuff. so be mature, please?
aishiteru,
watercolor tears
they talk of angels, as if they
believe in god or some higher power,
yet they claim hell is a childs fable and
heaven is only a fools promise.
why does that not stop them from repenting a
life of sin moments before they die?
do you believe in Buddha?
someone who protects us when we need it?
that almighty power, the one that gave us the
ability to cry? To hurt and be hurt?
the ability to know that, although you
love someone so much it hurts, they don't love you?
why does love hurt? Is there really a
god, an all-powerful being who created us?
if there is, he must be sadistic, to be able to
sit and watch children die, mothers be beaten to death
fathers struggle to support their families.
I pity a god who could do that.