Disclaimer: Oh dammit, why meee...

OK, well my mom is ok; it's a bunnion (bone deformaty if you didn't know). Well well well. Been trying to combat depression since this weekend and GUESS WHAT? Oh, my, I have a WONDERFUL way to end it! Yes! Get sideswiped by a bus! Perfect way to take care of things. (actually I'm kinda peeved it didn't 'take care' of me, but that's neither here nor there) Of course it was on my side after school, whacked the side mirror off, but no further damage to the car or us (cough)me(cough).

Damn.. I've never been so embarrassed in my life, all those kids staring at me through the back window. Gaaahhh. Anyways, whatever. I've finally gotten over my writers block with the Comand mission story. Yippee, now good old Jester will be able to get into trouble! Sigh. Why couldn't life be the way it is on the web? I know I'd be more than greatful if I could swap places with my 'alter-ego'. Flying frying pans and all...

On with tha poems. By the way, yes, that was Copy X ! XD AHAHAHAHAAA! Yes, I'll read a Digital Soul! (cries) Dun hurt me! (puts frying pan over her head in defensive pose)

Ah man, I looove gattling guns D.

A mirror has one reflection,

But mine is split in two,

One goes the way of the warrior,

The other to a more passive lane.

Which should I choose,

It's so difficult to see.

I'm not used to having,

Such a wide variaty.

One side I could be,

With my love forever,

One side I could be the shadow,

That I always was.

Do I really,

Want to go back to that?

Being a piece of the wall,

Listening to him,

But not really be there at all?

Deep in my heart,

I want nothing more,

Than to protect him.

Deep in my heart,

I want nothing more,

Than to love him.

But life won't let me!

So I'll make up,

My own agenda,

As I view,

The cracked glass mirror.

It's fissures run deep,

Carved into the reflection.

My split from reality and life.

If I'm destined,

To be kept away,

Must I,

Constantly obey?

Something doesn't seem right.

This isn't fair,

I want to be with him,

So why can't I,

Fufill my wish?

My deepest desires,

Run with that long crack.

I'm going for it,

And I'm not going to look back!

VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV

Uzu: Sorry Ame, but I rather put a little rhyming in there. Perhaps the next ones won't be so rythmacle (sp?). This poem is dedicated to Kidswingshot. It's not bad is it? (Cackles) I'll make better detective poems later, can't really do them unless I feel in tha mood D.