Sheep: I've decided not to make a poem of EVERY character from Yugioh because there are about 14 main characters. I don't really want to make 14 poems. I'll probably write about half a dozen or so... But if you give me a good reason, I might reconsider.
As always, here's another poem!
~*~
Heads and Tails.
Two different sides
Of a single thing.
Chance chooses which side will emerge.
Different and the Same.
So much alike
That it's completely
Different.
Like a coin.
Doing things I never meant
Saying things I never felt
Hurting those I always loved.
Seeing through eyes that were mine
Unable to use the hands that are mine.
The mind is easily manipulated
If the heart is weak.
The body is easily hurt
If the spirit is willing.
But the soul is always unharmed.
That's the belief I had.
My soul is unharmed
Even when my mind, body and spirit
Are suffering.
That was my belief.
But my soul aches with pain
It cries out with sadness
Of what I do
Of what I say
Of what I feel.
My soul is but one side
Of a coin.
The other side of me
Makes me sad.
He makes me hurt.
I cannot be free of him.
He is me
And I am him.
We may seem to be different
When we're really the same.
A coin cannot exist
Without two sides.
One side has a head
The other has tails
Or something else that it hides.
A being cannot exist
Without
Light and
Darkness
Within themselves.
How would you be able to
Recognize the Light
Without
Looking at the Darkness?
~*~
Sheep: Yeah, yeah, I know. It's kind of obvious who it is, but oh well. Review!!
As always, here's another poem!
~*~
Heads and Tails.
Two different sides
Of a single thing.
Chance chooses which side will emerge.
Different and the Same.
So much alike
That it's completely
Different.
Like a coin.
Doing things I never meant
Saying things I never felt
Hurting those I always loved.
Seeing through eyes that were mine
Unable to use the hands that are mine.
The mind is easily manipulated
If the heart is weak.
The body is easily hurt
If the spirit is willing.
But the soul is always unharmed.
That's the belief I had.
My soul is unharmed
Even when my mind, body and spirit
Are suffering.
That was my belief.
But my soul aches with pain
It cries out with sadness
Of what I do
Of what I say
Of what I feel.
My soul is but one side
Of a coin.
The other side of me
Makes me sad.
He makes me hurt.
I cannot be free of him.
He is me
And I am him.
We may seem to be different
When we're really the same.
A coin cannot exist
Without two sides.
One side has a head
The other has tails
Or something else that it hides.
A being cannot exist
Without
Light and
Darkness
Within themselves.
How would you be able to
Recognize the Light
Without
Looking at the Darkness?
~*~
Sheep: Yeah, yeah, I know. It's kind of obvious who it is, but oh well. Review!!
