wahahahaha!! i've been challenged to write a non-suicidal poem on Kuwa! So I shall!! I shall!!
...
I shall try...o.o()
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I was so lonely,
But not any more.
Now I'm not the only,
one sitting and watching.
Watching life go on.
I see them smile,
And I can't believe they stay,
Even if it's only a while.
I never felt like this before.
I had friends,
that stood by my side,
But it seemed I always made amends,
For a crime I didn't do.
No ones ever cared,
For me like this before.
No ones ever dared,
To stand up for me.
Like they do.
We fight,
We yell,
And out of spite,
We say things...
We never really mean.
For once in my life time,
I find my self truly happy,
So I wrote this rhyme,
Just to remind me...
I don't have to be lonely any more.
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Kuwabara starred at the poem he had created and rolled it into a ball and placed it on the table next to him. If anyone ever read :that: he'd be so embarrassed.
Kurama had suggested he write poems to entertain himself.
Kuwabara was currently in his hospital.
During the battle he got some metal in him, and had to go to the hospital for surgery. He wasn't allowed visitors, but Kurama called him to suggest things to do.
"I'm so friggin bored."
"We thought you might be!"
Kuwabara jumped and turned his head.
He tried to sit up, but cried out in pain. He forgot about the stitches. "BAKA! DON'T MOVE!" Yusuke yelled at him thrusting a cat stuffed animal in his hands.
Kuwabara blinked, "Thanks." His face went red. He really did like it.
"What this?" Hiei pointed at the ball of paper.
Kurama picked it up and unrolled it. "Oh you wrote a poem!"
"Read it Kurama."
"Oh this will be good."
"God kill me now."
...
I shall try...o.o()
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I was so lonely,
But not any more.
Now I'm not the only,
one sitting and watching.
Watching life go on.
I see them smile,
And I can't believe they stay,
Even if it's only a while.
I never felt like this before.
I had friends,
that stood by my side,
But it seemed I always made amends,
For a crime I didn't do.
No ones ever cared,
For me like this before.
No ones ever dared,
To stand up for me.
Like they do.
We fight,
We yell,
And out of spite,
We say things...
We never really mean.
For once in my life time,
I find my self truly happy,
So I wrote this rhyme,
Just to remind me...
I don't have to be lonely any more.
=============================================================================
Kuwabara starred at the poem he had created and rolled it into a ball and placed it on the table next to him. If anyone ever read :that: he'd be so embarrassed.
Kurama had suggested he write poems to entertain himself.
Kuwabara was currently in his hospital.
During the battle he got some metal in him, and had to go to the hospital for surgery. He wasn't allowed visitors, but Kurama called him to suggest things to do.
"I'm so friggin bored."
"We thought you might be!"
Kuwabara jumped and turned his head.
He tried to sit up, but cried out in pain. He forgot about the stitches. "BAKA! DON'T MOVE!" Yusuke yelled at him thrusting a cat stuffed animal in his hands.
Kuwabara blinked, "Thanks." His face went red. He really did like it.
"What this?" Hiei pointed at the ball of paper.
Kurama picked it up and unrolled it. "Oh you wrote a poem!"
"Read it Kurama."
"Oh this will be good."
"God kill me now."
