Shattered feelings

For a while now I felt broken,

shattered through the winds.

No use was in finding me,

no good will you find in my.

Each shard of mine,

is virtue,

is vice,

but never a whole.

Broken there are always two sides.

My featherless wings try to fly,

leading my shards astray.

- Yuki (14.12.08)
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I hope you like that one, it is pretty dark yes but there is no way to helped. A person simply can be broken but can it be fixed?

Sinner

I even lie when I am lying,

the biggest sin I have committed,

thus I am broken like a mirror,

shattered into fragments of lying hope,

blown and scattered by thewind.

- Yuki (10.12.08)

Sometimes I really feel alone but also sometimes I do not want anyboday around... By the way does anybody read my rants actually?

Cold heaven

Chain of snowflakes,

gently melting in the sun,

icy heaven of earth.

- Yuki (03.12.08)

Gently, the answer

Anxious her eyes fluttered open, expecting something she had hoped for nearly the complete last year. Her hazel eyes peered through the lifting darkness around her. There was her tiny bad, crammed into the corner of her room. The few shelves on the other side and her small table on which several writing utensils had been scattered. Everything was normal she thought. No surprise, no change in that every day scene of her waking up. Disappointment slowly spread through her veins, her hope slowly drained as Momo dragged herself out of the bed to visit the bathroom.

A few minutes later she emerged, somehow refreshed but her eyes were not clear and brilliant as they were when they had opened the first time this day. Casually she flung some human-worlds clothes, that Matsumoto had brought her, onto her bare skin. Matsumoto had said they looked good on her and people would be easily lose their eyes on her, however she thought it was kind of embarrassing to wear them but as long she appealed to a certain person today on this day, then it would be fine with her. Eating a small breakfast he kept her eyes trained on the door. She noted every sound coming and going. Every time excitement came and went with those steps passing by, she could not conceal her uneasiness while she waited. Momo tried to read the newest reports from the 5th division, as there was always too much work to do, but she could not concentrate. There was to much she expected today to happen that she could sit and patiently read all of the files. Hinamori started pacing up and down her small living-room, the sun now illuminated it brightly. Sparsely existent furniture presented the room with only a few shadows. Except Momo only the shadow of a delicate plant moved in this room, passed by desperately striving feet it's leaves were brushed violently. Lunchtime already had passed before Momo noticed the tears that were falling down her cheeks. He did not come, he had forgotten that day, her day. Hope finally vanished and those and those ashes only created despair in her. He would not come. He would not come. He would not come. Slowly anger replaced the tears in Momo's swollen eyes. She wanted to know why he forgot. She need to know or that feeling of loss would not disappear. The door slammed closed and creaked in it's angles as she left the room faster than she noticed. Oblivious to the tiny flakes of snow that were wetting her hair she ran through the long rows of buildings, guided by her intuition to search the one who had forgotten her birthday. Just yesterday she happily had swarmed around him giving little hints, gleefully observing his reactions and even after he went to his office talked with Matsumoto about what she was expecting tomorrow. Especially she told all of her other friends to not come by and congratulate her until late evening. She wanted to spend the whole day with Toushiro, wanting him to take her out to a restaurant. They should have had a romantic lunch and afterwards they would have walked down the river, maybe visit the old granny whom had raised them. Around later the evening, on the way back home, she wanted him to take her hand and spin her tiny body around. He should have looked into her deep eyes and....

But that image now had crumbled, consumed by flames of anger and disappointment. In a flash she appeared behind Toshirou faintly whispering his name with tears in her eyes.

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I hope you like it, this concludes my 2 part drabble past-time. Snow is such a wonderful thing...

Eerie being

Seven sins to pay,

masking desire hopes,

dark thoughts roam.

- Yuki (26.11.08)

Falling into pieces

My ruined mind,

seeing reality in dreams,

falling apart fast.

- Yuki (26.11.08)

Powered event

Succeeding power,

accomplishing the unthought,

carving history.

- Yuki (26.11.08)

Ruined

As time passes,

I am ruined further,

slowly breaking.

Yuki (26.11.08)

Since the beginning

Please don't worry,

I was broken from the start,

never a whole

Two

Sincerely shines,

the happiness of the two,

illuminating voids.

Yuki (26.11.08)

Wandering

A broken soul,

mindlessly wandering,

never mended.

- Yuki (26.11.08)

Masks

Call me sin, for that I lie,

wearing the mask of love,

wearing the mask of hatred.

Which is the true face?

I already forgot,

between vice and virtue I lost myself.

For that I am sin.

Purposely showing you myself,

deceiving you,

letting you see,

the image of me,

the virtuous person that I am.

Breaking apart,

losing myself again,

again covering the hole.

- Yuki (25.11.08)
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Did you ever wonder if you wanted to show someone your real you?

Gently, the question

The sun was sinking lower and lower, slowly painting the snow-covered world into a deep orange. It had snowed heavily the last days, so every small wake of the wind blew thousands of crystalline petals into the air. He had been standing on the same roof for hours, just watching the trees peacefully enduring the cold winter. The slow and sometimes fast dance of the snowflakes around him was dazzling. Only the silent whistle of the soft breeze was audible in his ears, the quiet was enjoyable as the chilly excitement once a flake meltingly touched his nose. Peacefully the time passed by.

“Shirou-chan!” suddenly Hinamori's voice interrupted the silence. He smiled a little. She had come to see him, the day would become even better he though as he turned around. He froze in place. Momo's eyes hard as steel and her hand flying.

“Slap!!!” it echoed through the winter and his face found soothing solace in the cold snow as he tumbled down from the roof.

“You idiot! You idiot Shirou-chan!” she yelled and was gone as fast as she had appeared. Slowly he got up, he did not know what to think. Had he done something wrong? He only was enjoying the snow no? There could not be fault in not doing anything but sitting around no? His mind was racing to find an answer to why she had slapped him so violently. Had there been tears in her eyes? She was looking boldly at him he remembered but he could swear there was something else. Had he imagined the blinking tears that were falling in the sun? He did not know and could not find the answer. Gently he a handful of cold snow against his burning cheek while he leaned on the wall behind him.

Memories flooded back to her, days of hope, days of relief and even the days of despair. After the Grand Retour Kirika and her had rebuild the apartment. Replacing all the wooden panels that were shot, purchasing a new pool table and they had decorated the room with new accessories like a picture of the duo that now hung on the right wall right behind where her notebook usually was. It showed a small beach, with Kirika and Mireille wearing bikinis. Mireille smiling broadly with sunglasses on the tip of her delicate nose. Through them she watched Kirika in her rather timid expression of joy. Kirika was wearing a big hat and a cone with ice cream was glittering in her left hand, even so the most important thing was not shown, something they would never dare to expose so easily. Kirika's right hand gently held her hand well hidden under the table they were sitting at. The gentle squeeze still made her heart pound faster and even more the shy kiss they had shared after the picture was taken. Mireille's hand slowly went up to brush a few streaks of hair. Kirika's hair was short but so silky that she found her hands always in her companions hair when no one was around to see. Slowly they had moved closer, she could feel Kirika's breath on her skin and feel her eyes lingering on the blonde's lips. The short haired assassin's lips parted only ever so slightly, showing an incredible faint glimmer in the setting sun. Mireille's body followed the subtle invitation thus softly placing her lips on Kirika's. For a moment she lost her mind, everything fading but the erupting feeling in her chest. It came so fast as it went, just a few seconds later their lips parted with a longing twitch to it, yet both did not dare to connect again. They had spent the rest of the evening watching the waves gently touch the white sand, never letting go the others hand.

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This is the current thing I am working on, it for myself has quite a few problems as I as of yet cannot find a way to make it more "feelable". I am not content with it yet... T.T help!

Mentality cosumed

Driven by desire I long for it,

Hidden in the mist of my thoughts it glooms indefinetly,

Restless dreams haunt my lonely nights,

sitting in the dark my eyes sparkle without gloss.

The lingering time would not pass by,

standing still as my eternal desire consumes me.

Losing sanity hellish flames mark my body,

Looming death giggles as the shell finally breaks.

- Yuki (23.07.08)

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My newest work concerning what others always mention about me....

In tune

Wondering I was,

thinking about him.

Relaxed he sat there,

he smiled warmly and the audience was in awe.

Through all mishaps smiling,

afloat above all the misery he never seemed touched.

His hands flying over the board,

a peaceful and beautiful melody with the piano he played.

The tune eagerly resonating with me the tension ceases,

my overflowing mind calmed.

- Yuki (30.06.08)

If you like it tell me, if you do not like it tell my anyways but say why. :)

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Now playing: Dubravka Tomsic - Impromptu No. 4 Op 66 in C sharp minor "Fantaisie-Impromptus" (S K Y . F M - Solo Piano - Musical journeys with piano masters and talented undiscovered pianists)
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Piano

Music always has been there,

even in the most distant world.

Always there has been a tune,

the tune of happiness,

the tune of sadness,

the tune of life,

and the tune of death.

Closing my eyes I can follow,

being engulfed by this melody.

Taking part in this world I shall play piano.

- Yuki (26.06.08)

What I'd like to ask you. Do we only play a minor part in this great worlds play or has each person it's genuine purpose? Please tell me what you think.

- Yuki

That's it for the prologue. ^^ Want more? Then say it!

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Now playing: William Linton - November Rain (S K Y . F M - Solo Piano - Musical journeys with piano masters and talented undiscovered pianists)
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Questions

Every now and then we dare to ask questions.

Why?

Where?

When?

Or how?

Every now and then we receive answer.

But shouldn't we wonder?

Are our questions real questions?

We tend to ask about nothing.

We tend to ask about obvious.

Please start to think,

ask a real question.

“How can I make you smile?”

- Yuki (02.08.07)