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!!!
13. Walking On Moonbeams- A Poem Dedicated to Jun and Pailong
A/N: I don't like this poem, but I love this pairing…I wrote a poem about RenHoro, and I merely did so just to prove I could! Hah! I wiiiiin! Why yes I am on a sugar high good sirs/ma'ams….
If she could back time
Believe me she would
She's already said "sorry, forgive me."
I would if I could.
Memories ruined…the coldness, blackness..
Suffocating me.
A corpse for her…
Yes I'd love to be her puppet
However…
She already has me…
Wrapped around her little finger
But she isn't like that
A saintly soul glimmering amongst my unoworthiness for her
She says I'm alive,
I wish it were true, and she is no child
Of course not
Until that day of the crack in her deathly illusions
She was a frigid young woman with dark, intense eyes…
And I wish she would realize I am dead and no more…
I wish I could scream
For soon she could dwindle down to nothing
A spirit whose eyelashes of incense
And delicate feet
Are whimsical and tired from
Walking on moonbeams