A/N: Gomen! I know poetry isn't very popular in this genre,
but bear with me...I promise not to make a habit of it ^_^ Mostly, I was going
through some back archives and came across a partial song I wrote which made me
think of Inu Yasha. (Predictably, it's about death, love, and especially
reincarnation :D) The funny thing is, I wasn't sure who I was writing it about
at the time, but now I feel like I know. Do you?
Also a character poem or two, to apologize for the shortness. Please R&R if you like them, I wasn't sure if I should put them up or not. Especially Kagome's poem...it feels a bit awkward in places, I'd appreciate comments on cleaning it up.
Disclaimer: As usual, Inu Yasha and company don't belong to me. I just like to write about them. Thankfully, so does Rumiko Takahashi ^_~
The Spaces in Between
in another life you'd love her (you say)
in another life you'd count the lashes
on each precious eye
instead you close your eyes in darkness
whisper her goodbye
can passions reconnected ever
meet a different fate?
the first steps done are lost forever
somehow it's too late...
and could you be enough to fill
the spaces in between?
and would you be enough to kill
the spaces in between?
wake at dawn or sleep til evening
doesn't matter why
poke along or run til falling
otherwise just die
lost for years you find the struggle
too much to be worth
the price of pain and love returning,
scarred upon the earth
and could you be enough to fill
the spaces in between?
and would you be enough to kill
the spaces in between?
'cause it's all or nothing
you hear her say
it's always something but its over anyway
another lifetime,
another where,
another smile that hides somewhere...
behind the cracks and gaps and spaces
jumping out from other faces
almost memory, half-forgot
can it be...someone she's not?
someone living in
the spaces in between
and would you be the one to fill...
the spaces in between...
and could you please to help me kill...
the faces in between...
and would you always know me still...
the spaces in between...
the spaces in between...
the spaces in between...
It was the little things I laughed about
when you stayed for one short hour
the endurance of your spirit
as you waited for that water heating,
and dared the noodle-maker to f*ck with us
(well, not in the literal sense, that is)
and the way you slurped your ramen
(so professionally, I thought)
even though you took all of it
and every time you're smiling, I'd believe it's love and oh...
I'm not ready for this sort of thing.
Yeah, it was the smaller things I remember
as you attempted not to bother me:
the tiredness of your gentle form
as I fiddled with the numbers
(even though I know you can only look)
and the way you curled up in my bed
(so amazingly, I thought)
even though you fell asleep there
and every time I'm watching I believe it's love; I know
I'm not ready for this sort of thing.
So it was the peculiar things I kept with me
when she took you back in the end
the quietness of your friendship
as we trusted each other in the darkness
(the alarm clock's still missing, you know)
and the smell of the wind through your hair
(so silvery, I thought)
yea, every time we're talking I think it's love and oh...
I'm so ready for this sort of thing.
slippery moonlight
cascading above me
feather-light touches
like whispers on skin.
where sunbeams would scorch
the moon is infallible
cold, scarred perfection
falls down over them.
frost-bitten glances
indifferent mutterings,
thoughts lack compassion
the moon high in space.
yet even the moon
sometimes bends down
and lets its light play through
these tiny hands.
Also a character poem or two, to apologize for the shortness. Please R&R if you like them, I wasn't sure if I should put them up or not. Especially Kagome's poem...it feels a bit awkward in places, I'd appreciate comments on cleaning it up.
Disclaimer: As usual, Inu Yasha and company don't belong to me. I just like to write about them. Thankfully, so does Rumiko Takahashi ^_~
The Spaces in Between
in another life you'd love her (you say)
in another life you'd count the lashes
on each precious eye
instead you close your eyes in darkness
whisper her goodbye
can passions reconnected ever
meet a different fate?
the first steps done are lost forever
somehow it's too late...
and could you be enough to fill
the spaces in between?
and would you be enough to kill
the spaces in between?
wake at dawn or sleep til evening
doesn't matter why
poke along or run til falling
otherwise just die
lost for years you find the struggle
too much to be worth
the price of pain and love returning,
scarred upon the earth
and could you be enough to fill
the spaces in between?
and would you be enough to kill
the spaces in between?
'cause it's all or nothing
you hear her say
it's always something but its over anyway
another lifetime,
another where,
another smile that hides somewhere...
behind the cracks and gaps and spaces
jumping out from other faces
almost memory, half-forgot
can it be...someone she's not?
someone living in
the spaces in between
and would you be the one to fill...
the spaces in between...
and could you please to help me kill...
the faces in between...
and would you always know me still...
the spaces in between...
the spaces in between...
the spaces in between...
It was the little things I laughed about
when you stayed for one short hour
the endurance of your spirit
as you waited for that water heating,
and dared the noodle-maker to f*ck with us
(well, not in the literal sense, that is)
and the way you slurped your ramen
(so professionally, I thought)
even though you took all of it
and every time you're smiling, I'd believe it's love and oh...
I'm not ready for this sort of thing.
Yeah, it was the smaller things I remember
as you attempted not to bother me:
the tiredness of your gentle form
as I fiddled with the numbers
(even though I know you can only look)
and the way you curled up in my bed
(so amazingly, I thought)
even though you fell asleep there
and every time I'm watching I believe it's love; I know
I'm not ready for this sort of thing.
So it was the peculiar things I kept with me
when she took you back in the end
the quietness of your friendship
as we trusted each other in the darkness
(the alarm clock's still missing, you know)
and the smell of the wind through your hair
(so silvery, I thought)
yea, every time we're talking I think it's love and oh...
I'm so ready for this sort of thing.
slippery moonlight
cascading above me
feather-light touches
like whispers on skin.
where sunbeams would scorch
the moon is infallible
cold, scarred perfection
falls down over them.
frost-bitten glances
indifferent mutterings,
thoughts lack compassion
the moon high in space.
yet even the moon
sometimes bends down
and lets its light play through
these tiny hands.