Forbidden and Impossible
Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. My life Sucks too much for that. This is what High School has taught me.
Explanation: Hi Everbody! I'm BACK! This is another depressing poem for you. I know... I know, but life hasn't been going to well for me lately and this is how I feel. I just tweaked it a bit to fit Miroku and Sango. Not to mention I'm freaking tired right now, I'm making so many typos... the only computer key I'm profficient with is BACKSPACE. Anyways... I'm going to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame tommorow and I'm hopin' that'll cheer me up enough to write the feel-goodpoem of the century. HUGS AND FLUFFY BUNNIES FOR EVERYONE! Okay... anyway...
I've been noticin' that a lot of people actually review their reviews, well respond is more like it, but anyway, I decided to give it a try: These are what I got after posting chapter ten.
Sangonesan: Thank you for liking it and for the information. I wasn't sure what chapter it was and I'm WAY too lazy to look it up.
Spam-chan: I write to a guitar (though you probably know that now from my a/n) but I want to learn to play the piano. Y'know, it's so hard to find anyone these days who understand the ways of the personal muse.
RoseGoddess874: Thank You. The key to great writing is to express your own emotions, uninfluenced by those of others. And I like to think I do that, so whenever anyone says I'm a good writer it is infanitly inspiring and reassuring. I haven't got a chance to read your stories yet, but I will.
Ignorant Wisdom: You again? Why don't you just...kidding! I'mkidding! (Elbows Nikolai)I'm so glad you don't feel like killing yourself, considering half of my reviews areyours Just don't play Linkin Park so loud the ceiling crashes down on you.
Fantastical Queen Ebony Black: Chapter 4 was completely meant for a laugh. It was not serious at all, and I wasn't trying to back it up withtoo much reason. Nope, that would require too much thinking. I was suffering from severe writers block thatday and typed that up in, like, five minutes. That's why the title is pathetic.
And now... the poem:
In Search of Truth
My life is but a shallow lie,
A futile effort, a wish to die,
A joke watched over by the sky,
But still I walk, still I try.
My life is but a hopeless dream,
That is, at least, to me it seems,
Supported by flea-bitten beams,
To life's river naught but a stream.
My life is but a broken home,
That is to me my living tomb,
A white and pointless weeping dome,
In which I sit, always alone.
But life continues despite this,
Is there a point that I have missed?
Or do I long to feel your kiss,
Alive just for this selfish wish?
Would you cry if I would fall,
By my own hand, you'd be appalled?
Or would you merely watch and stall,
Would you even care at all?
I put my heart into your hands,
To let it feel where do you stand,
An answer is what I demand,
Not a stare that's dull and bland.
My life is but a search for truth,
A wish for everlasting youth,
If only to be with you,
When you say those words that sooth.
Fin
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Had to delete song by request of Darn it... I really liked that song too...