hm, ignoring teachers seems to call my poetic muse. anyways, this poem is based on some of Kurama's memories of sketching. i got the idea for this poem after one of my 'more artistic' friends bashed me on a profile i had drawn. i felt hurt so i decided to ignore her and then i just kinda came up with this. btw, the straight lines between the lines of the poem indicate stanzas. apparently fanfiction doesnt like it when you double space. >:(
Disclaimer: I do not own YYH, its characters, or the plot line. I do own this poem. As mentioned in my other writings, if I find you plagiarized this I will inflict crippling pain upon the offender.
Anyways, here's my poem. Enjoy it if you wish.
Silver on white
Fine grey streaks of imperfect graphite
Losing myself completely in
The need to create, away from the world's din
Be it the beauty in the curve of a leaf
Or the horror of the bloodied sword that knows no sheath
Can't say there's no hurt in the overheard jeers
From the hypocritcs who hide behind their haughty high sneers
Ignore them all,
The bastards shall fall
I sigh, for distracted I've become
So I look back to my muse again, and then some
As I rise out of the trance, I remember who I am
I'll return sometime later, I needn't travel far
Just pick up the pencil, pull out a fresh sheet
To draw my soul into the paper, oh what a feat.