If I Am A Poet, I Don't Know It
A/N: I am in a rather poetic mood (Dear God, did I just sound like Colin Craven from the Secret Garden?! 00;) and I thought…that I would write some poems for the SK Group! Nheh…well pulls at collar nervously nonetheless, 'tis a poetry collection, and though I am a terrible poet beyond all means of rescue, I do hope you enjoy it…if you request a character or pairing and you haven't FLAMED me yet, then I will probably do it unless I cannot stand that character/pairing However, if you flame, Hao will burn you…actually, flames only make me laugh, but still…squinty eyes if you flame, Hao will burn. YOUMEFLAME HAO-SAMA'S PYRO ATTACK…. Toodle loo!
Disclaimer: Roses are red. Violets are blue. Me no own Shaman King. So you no sue.- LOL, I fell in love with it when I read it somewhere, sorry whoever I stole this from…well, that is certainly PATHETIC, I don't even own my own DISCLAIMER...
A/N: Yess! I have finally discovered to whom the above disclaimer belongs…KagenoKatana! Sankyuu, KagenoKatana, for not killing me and letting me share! Oh…and…SANKYUU EVERYONE WHO REVIEWWS!!!
12. Can't You See the Sky?- A Poem Dedicated to Asakura Yoh
A/N: I FINALLY did one for Yoh, and my next will probably be one for an OC character in Aisubeki Dearest which I wrote and Satine89 is going to read! Me sooo happy! I am out of the Writer's Blues, and now I have The Real World Blues from Cowboy Bebop stuck in my head…. "Aisheteta to…nageku niwa…amarinimo toki wa sugite shimatta…."
I seen many who look at the sky,
But why can they not see it?
So clear and blue, but at the same time
Impossible to fully grasp it
Because it isn't the sky that they're looking at
It's their reflection
So many worries, so many cares,
A cheerful word is seldom heard even in
The big blue sky
Hmm…endless night sky…
It goes on forever, and it makes me
Wonder how insignificant and indistinct,
We humans actually are
Like a cheery blossom floating on wind
Wonderful love and life
How can they not see it?
Try to look past the reflection
To reach the slumbering poem resting
Within you
And let it go free, unbridled.
I can't tell my feelings on an irritated Friday night…
And I can't see my own breathing on
A cold winter star
A wind passes over me and it makes me feel so at home
As with the shining love I have for my Queen…
But still it remains and I wonder…
Can anyone but I see the endless sky?
Can't you see the sky?