Mikazuki no Hikari:  I really meant no disrespect to Yami!  He's a great character!  It's just harder for me to get into his head and that's what my poems are all about.  Some people feel a stronger connection with a character than others.  I write best about things I care a lot about (like Seto!).

And thanks to everyone who took the time to tell me what hikari and aibou mean.

Okay, I wrote this poem from Mai's POV.  She deserves a little recognition.  Anyway, this takes place after she storms out of the campsite with the Yugioh gang and goes to look out at the sky before her duel with Panik.

*The Way I Want*

The night is cold in its beauty,

distant, dark and quiet.

I hate quiet.

Where I belong is in the crowd,

in the laughter,

in the press of young bodies,

hearing the endless words pouring

from many lips

meaningless, but constant,

laughing at meaningless, constant words

There, music pounds in my brain.

I walk with confidence

among the roving eyes,

knowing that

how I look

how I walk

draws the eyes to me alone.

But here there are no eyes

no music

no laughter

no meaningless words.

I feel the wind in my hair.

Far away, voices echo

from the people around the campfire,

friendly and happy.

But I don't want to hear them.

I can blend into a group

or stand out among them

like a bright koi

among the gray minnows.

But I don't know the people

who make up the crowds.

They are only mindless drones

following each other in endless circles

always wanting

never getting enough

I don't need friends,

they drag me down.

I am first a skilled duelist

and then a an independent woman.

I get what I want

the way I want.

They think I'm a silly girl,

who wears slutty clothes

and plays stupid tricks.

But I am strong

I am determined

I get what I want

the way I want

without any friends.

The voices by the campfire

have ceased at last.

I wonder what they're doing now,

Yugi and his friends.

The wind pulls my hair

gently before

whipping it fast

against my face.

The stars hurt my eyes

with their sharpness

and their silence.

Too much silence

I hate quiet.