Life + Moving + New School = Chaotic (See bio for greater details). Hence, a few poems for your enjoyment until my brother's computer (Which has the next chapter half-done on it) is up, running, and connected to the internet.

Table of Contents:

1. See (Oni!POV)

2. Nonexistent (ENEG!POV)

3. Thoughts (Miru!POV)

Disclaimer (AKA Random Song of the Day): ~ Cold are the people, winter of life. We tremble in shadows this cold endless night... Frozen in the snow lies roses, sleeping- Flowers that will echo the sunrise! Fire of hope is our only warmth; Weary, its flame will be dying soon. ~

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See

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Kittens, children, a life filled with hope,

A heart so heavy- towards light it can't grope

Danger, battles, thick blood on the ground,

While haunting black fog swirls all around

A shimmering beacon of hope in the distance,

So close, but too far to see,

The creeping black fog clutches my ankles-

It's trying to swallow me

It's close to the point of devouring everything,

Run fast, just keep on running

And life as we know hangs in the balance-

It's tipping the scale of reality...

Darkness heavy, the brightness fades,

No beacon of warmth shines in the distance-

Not to see, and not for me

Perhaps not for you, but who knows what is true?

Not I, for I cannot see

It's always brighter when you're not looking hard,

Look too hard, and you simply can't see

The way it is with me

And I shall therefore...

Never...

See

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Nonexistent

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Coldness creeping through a faint heart,

Strong minds invaded by endless sorrow,

A hopeless battle for truth and warmth,

Wearily, we guard each decision,

Some just wishing for chaos to end

A tilting universe, spin roughly away,

WE cannot do a thing, but you can,

Tortured children, too young for their task,

Hidden distances fading at last-

We cannot lift a finger, though,

Never directly to move-

So tortured children must do

All things- stop the tilting-

Put the darkness back in it's place-

Maybe just for a moment, though,

Until heavy, hungry darkness awakens

And it may mean nothing at all.

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Thoughts

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She's too rash-

Too swift to anger or smile-

Too brilliant, silly, kind, cruel, too set or too open in mind-

Far too trusting, so untrusting, babbles worse then a bubbling brook,

So silent you'd think she was dead

A grin for the future, a tear from the past,

Feral gold eyes for the now

Dreams of the nothing filling her night,

Nothing is there filling her life,

A beautiful grace, a pale kitten face,

A fury like nothing I've known,

Long silver hair, a braid plaited there,

And lavender eyes, asking why...