I've been lazy, here's a couple that came out recently that I didn't post here yet:

Perfectly you revealed yourself
Yet I felt it not to be
Despite the way we meshed
And honestly, I tried to see
The way that you saw me

Sincere Regrets
For all the failed opportunities
All these times I've let you down

I walk alone despite the caring hands
I have always known and loved
The words stumble out, what I mean to say
I want to be as you see me each day
And truly be worthy of this praise

Sincere Regrets
I can only fall short of this
Sometimes I wanna lay back down

Tears well up as I see you
Staring back with disappointed eyes
That I knew would be gazing back at me
I can't change, Lord knows I've tried
And the pain of those eyes will haunt me

Sincere Regrets
You won't believe me
But I wanted to be as you saw me

Everyday is a new opportunity
I try to seize it but it's so far away
I wait for someone to lift me up
I see my reflection and it's patheticness
What if I'm not me

Sincere Regrets
Haunting choices I'd take back
Yet footholds I use to climb back up

You knew me
Deep down inside
But we'd forgotten
That part of our hearts

The more life cut
dead skin grew over
A callous heart
That dares not dream

The romantic
Poet and lover
Died miserably inside

A shell remains
going through the motions

Raise this carcass I've become

(Inspired by Eureka Seven. This is what I saw at ground zero)

I saw a man on the other side of the mirror
Grey hair and beard
He stared at me as blank as can be
With the eyes of age
A sage of a guy
Of a guy
Stroked his beard and stared on

My eyes were red from cryin my eyes out
‘bout things I’d done
And how the girl I knew for years gone away
Without a sound
His eyes took a slant
Took a slant
Seemed to let out a warning

I couldn’t help but think I knew the man
Shave off a few years
But all I got is all these bills and then some more
Can’t see through these tears
The man shook his head
Shook his head
His eyes closed in pity

How can I continue when all is lost
At such a cost?
Living on when nothing I want ever comes my way
Is that so wrong?
I heard him laugh
Quiet laugh
His smirk seemed to mock me

“Why should I fool myself?” I heard myself say
behind my head
Cuz I know I’ll spend my years just livin on
Anyway
The man turned around
Turned around
Waved as he walked away.

I guess I know that life is not knowin’
What’ll be
I told myself to live my life without regrets
Take it easy
I saw myself
Saw myself
Turned around and never looked back

One day I can count my fears on every hand
From pole to pole
But if I can only be content with everything
I won’t be alone
God and family
God and family
And friends, who needs more?

It’s all a dream
A short quiet dream
A blink of an eye
So don’t live a lie

Run towards the abyss
The dark, bright blue
Find everything you seek
Right next to you

I'm not saying this is a good or bad poem, I am just gonna post it and see what people think.

tumult; breaking down
Ill feelings come around
Ground opens, sucks me down
Pinions me deep in the ground

Lack of breath escaping
Every energy spent scraping
Broken will, no escaping
Lost sanity to the raping

Torrents trap, trace tonation
Sounds of solutide slows subsiding
faster fly faster farther
Falter not push to the other

Hinderless; drive on through
Bitterness left but to chew
Curse the earth through and through
Bent will and lost renewed

Creeping head, lost no home
Found inside mobile home
Sound asleep, all alone
Sitting by the telephone

Creeping towards unknown
Hatred burning blatant burn
Under struggle next to none
None the will; pack up; run

Resurfacing cleansing motion
Wounds licked clean, wrapped in ocean
Heavenly fingers spring devotion
Plastic hands in akward motion

Ill begoton means unbinding
Needles needless fight no fighting
Trap no more, no more crying
Safe inside no eyes prying

Rest inside, rest forever
Laud lamenting later leaven
Beg better benevolence biding
Never rest and never falter

These are really really old, but since they never got posted here, I forgot about them. So I better post em here before I forget.

When the sunny days finally came
I realized that walking was good
Keep on moving all through the rain
And soon you'll pass it by

Then I can run, and not slip and fall
Take the chance I have recieved
I don't want to think about the rain
Till the first drop falls.

But this rain is cutting me down
The winds of hatred and negativity
They can never build up
THEY WILL ALWAYS TARE DOWN!

I shout it at the storm, in rage and pain
My angery tears mixed with blood from my wounds
I pound a fist into the dirt
Telling myself I want to die

Let the simple fact return to me
That if I keep moving, the sun will come out

You can cut me, kill me, hurt me
Destroy my spirit, destroy my soul
Your words can affect me

But know this. Wounds reopened
will scar and callous
When I stop feeling...
The loss will be yours

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Where is my mother's arms
Where is a safe place to stay
Everywhere I turn is a cold glare
The eyes have burned the world

Is there a place for one to go
When daggers await behind every door

The squares are with the squares
The circles are with the circles
The teacher called out the password
and all rushed to where they belonged
But teacher...my shape doesn't belong
not with the squares, nor the circles
They shun me, they hate me
The triangles try to hurt them
Yet they love them, they fit in
I just want to be safe, I want to fit in
Everywhere I go is wrong
Everyone is wrong
It's all flawed...
why can't I
ever fit
in

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Pinioned
Yet again
Locks of hair, my hair
restraining my limbs

Freedom
I forsake
Or did I weigh the two
And couldn't distinguish?

Futures
oh so certain
Something I don't care to see
All my futures are dreams

They vanish when I'm awake

They vanish when I chase them

They turn to snakes when I catch them

Wants
I abandon
Like the bass hitting the glass
I've given up pursuit

Needs
aren't my wants
My self would rather do without
to pursue my gilded dreams

Too many voices...within my head

One screams "RIGHT", another screams "WRONG"

To the ground my knees fall

And pleading the heavens I ask

Who...am...I...

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more poems I found!

You say you talked to someone, just the other day
It made you oh so happy, or at least so you say
But the jealous person who lies within
Makes me feel so cheated again

I want to be that special person, and oh how hard I try
I paint the rainbow and climb the stars, but I can't catch your eye
So tell me, where's that magic book, with all the words I need to say
Cuz if it ain't some spell he's cast, I got no shot today

I can be a star in every show, but the one supporting role
That I ended up with in your play left me out in the cold
I stagger, and trip up, and I don't know why
It's so important to be important...to you

You know, please get off my head, so you won't be on my mind
Peace of mind can be hard to find, which is why I have declined
Half of the battle is fighting for a dream, and the other?
Figurin' out what can't be one [or won] and stop the fight right now

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But even if I sit and write, the words don't mean a thing
I've lost what I was aiming for
So what can a person do when they feel so empty...
when no one resides within their heart
And they can't seem to feel a thing

I would rather die then tell a lie, so what I said was true
And yet it was a drop inside my heart
echoing within an empty cave
The fear...it is that I'm a slave
And that Stoic is my master

I jab a needle and a knife, but even my salty tears
don't let me feel how I want to
They should sting inside the wound
But I yell and yell, it echoes back
And I can't even hear myself

I'm so lost...
And I want to be found
but I can only be found....
by my self...
So if you see the other me
Out and about
Tell him I am here
so he can bust me out

I can see how you love me
Through the eyes steeled and cold
That look upon me for but a momment
And then to other boys would stir

I can see how you love me
The way my notes are playfully ignored
The way you flaunt what I long for
In the embrace of someone else

I can see how you love me
When you turn and look as you kiss him
Your eyes pierce my very soul
as if to ignite the flame anew

I can see how you love me
Yet I still cannot figure out why
It is delayed to be expressed
Why have you not told me so?

I can see how you love me
But I know that I must but wait
And soon those words I know I'll hear
The words "I love you"

Front:

Waking, as if from a dream
A realization manifested
That whatever there was that was meant to be
Is now nothing to me or anyone

What can you do but hold on?
It will decay and degenerate
Within your sweaty little palm
Why not just let the wind blow it away?

Stop the useless grip
What were you trying to achieve?
Pushing every ounce and care
Into a love long since deceased

They all got in cars
They drove right over that hill
And they're never going to come back
Dogs chase cars, don't be a dog.

But I've chased cars, and lost them
And now I'm in a place I don't know
Lost within walls that are unfamiliar
The strangeness grows more annoying

Fuck this empty Road, fuck where it leads
I'll just throw my hands up and turn back
So if one bright light fades from the sky
Let every other light try and make up the difference

So maybe then I'll set out
And drive my own car over the hill
And leave everything dear to ME behind
And try my hand at waving goodbye

Back:

In the end
I'm sick of it
I'm sick of the guilt
For feeling like I do
I'm sick of the anger
I'm sick of the apathy
I'm sick of my own two facedness
I'm sick of being alone
I'm sick of seeing everyone get what I want most
I'm sick of disguising due to my shame

Maybe NOW it's time to do it
Life is what you make of it?
Don't let go of your dreams?
Wake up and make that dream reality?

Maybe it's time for that.
By sheer will, force the antidote to appear
Make the cure in your hand
By brainpower

Will it to be so. Will it to happen
It will happen
Thanks, I can stand on my feet now
I can walk to the future myself
And you can walk with me or not
But I'm going to make it there
I'll shrug off a hindering embrace
Without question, now is the time
To stand away from the fence
And rush towards oblivion or paradise
and I DON'T CARE
one, the other, pain or triumph
At least I'll call it mine
At least I will feel
and at least I will have done it
with my own two hands.

since I haven't updated this in a while, I'll upload three poems (all in this post)

It's wierd...these are somewhat old...some of them I don't really remember righting.

It occurred to me a bit ago
As the shimmering walls allowed passage,
When my hands reached out
That I might clasp the artifact,
This world is not real

My hands reached the point
Where I should have grasped it
Yet it flew through like air
So I sat on the floor to ponder
And came to this conclusion

A hologram; so simply put
That this place I’ve entered
Is merely a hologram
I am resting in a vast space
Filled with shimmering environments

As I sat there, a man rushed in
His foot passing through my chest
His shaking hands yanked the artifact
So easily as I had thought
And turning on his heels bolted out

And so I rethought it all
And arrived to this conclusion
I am the specter and all else is real

Beyond:

Beyond, beyond beyond…
I reach out beyond my physical reach
And caress each subtle dip and curve
Of the happiness you have brought to me

Maybe to the blind it’s easier to see
What took me so many years to see
Love above, beyond and through
All trials and fires; lives on for you

If I’m parted, it takes but the thought
Of the next meeting to bring me life
A second wind, with vigor and might
Each menial task becomes more glorious

Beyond, beyond beyond….
My reach is where it lies
And I cannot reach….




No matter how many times I push it aside
It just keeps on a’poppin up
In my head and in my mind
A want, a need, for which I pine

A lustful demon that has possessed me
Drives my thoughts to perverse means
And thoughts that rush blood to my cheeks
Frequent the corridors of my mind

This sinister want, when I see you
From so far away, it scares me so
Is it natural? I do not know
But this passion continually grows

If I fight or embrace, the results the same
A simple act, and a refrain
And as time goes by it cycles again
And again…and again…and again

Demon or not, my mind cries out
Against the adulterous soul within
And I am torn between two wants
Thankful am I that you’re not here

You can not feel the same for me
For if you did I’d have no barrier
To keep me from the final act;
The end of my demons leash

You reached out and grabbed me
You shook me hard to wake me
From my rest in death I awoke
And the world was set ablaze

Your dancing eyes sparked excitement
Without question, I followed you into danger
Lead me to whatever you dare, I don't care
You woke that within me

Could I ever experience day? Night or Rain?
For the first time I see them, as we greet them together
How much more beauty do I see
Through the eyeglasses of your heart

And as I gaze out into your sky
Again I find myself within
In the clouds, again, knowing why
Tha I am here

You took me in and sheltered me
'neath your sun-lit Canopy
As everyday I awake, and smile
For today I get to see her...
See you

Touch the Carcass I've become---| I don't know if this couplet should go at the end or stay here...hmmm
And bring me to life once again-|

Please wake me if I start dreaming
Because I dream could never do
They all turn to nightmares
When compared to you

because I have nothing better to do at work

Doh! I posted this in the wrong journall.....oh well, it's cut now


First one was written to the tune of a song. It's a well known song, though kind of old. Try to guess which song for extra bonus points ;-)

Also, the second poem was inspired by the hit show Teen Titans. I love that show!

Take my hand
You are scared but you know that we must fly
Is it real?
Heaven only knows, but my heart begs you try

Let go all doubt
Your love I can't be without

Take my hand
If you don't I fear my heart will surely fade
You shine on
Piercing the darkness of my once-night sky

Presence is power
Without I am devoured

If I die
Can I say my regrets do not keep me chained?
They're but stairs
Each step has brought me nearer to you

Caught in the flood
Torrents sweep me from above

You said "yes"
Higher do I fly with every passing dream
They slip away
The only dream I have or see or need is you

Touch my skin
I leap for joy from within
What could be
Means nothing now that what is...is now
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Oh I'd like to date a super heroine (is "super hero" gender specific?)
Life would be just dandy
I'd ask her to fly me to the store
Super kiss before we're out the door

Battle villains and rushin' out
Zoomin' back, flashin' a grin
Makin' excuses, actin meek
Fleks of slime still on her cheek

They'd see her liftin' cars, or in bars
Flyin overhead, liftin' their heads
"He's so lucky" I can hear them talkin'
Beam with pride when we're walkin'

Cooks dinner withs peed and eye beams
Laundrey's a snap with super-breath (when she brushes her teeth, anyway)
She flys me to all the places
With speed of light, we see sunsets all day

At the end of the day
She collapses in my arms
Strong arms, that carry her to bed
This time, protecting her instead

"Machine Messages"

Beep

Hey, it's Dirt speaking
Just wanted to let you know
I care, I love you
Okay, bye

Beep

Hey, Dirt again
Didn't know if you got my message
You know how important you are to me
See ya

Beep

Hey, it's Dirt
You always are walking on me
But you won't even look my way
Please, I...

Beep

Just one glance-
One movement of your lips...
Dare I ask, one upward curl
For me to be content

Beep

You know I what I have sacrificed
And you have not reciprocated (editors note: Yikes! big word :-/)

Beep

Dirt turns to mud
If you slip, slow and stumble
Don't blame me for it
I couldn't help the tears

"300 billion plus"

You live in a world
300 billion plus don't care
-who you are
-what you do

Every day is a losing battle
Grappling for respect
From those who don't care
In the end blatant disrespect prevails

Return and pour out
Yourself to many different cups
And not a drop to refill your own
Too bad, so sad

Friends betray or walk away
Leaving me to hitch-hike home
God and family are all I've (contraction: I have) left
Along with meaningless distractions

Will my investments ever ripen
Will I gain instead of lose?
It seems all my seedlings
Never sprout or grow

So I stopped investing
Put it in a bank
I'm playing it safe
Family and God is all I need

Maybe I will be invested in
And then climb out again
Look out my window
And finally see sunlight

These past years, to be completely honest, could be summed up in one word: Anime. While I don't find it to be an unhealthy addiction (this late into my life), it is detriment to my mental health.

However, anime has been the single most explosive catalyst to my life that I have ever witnessed. It has inspired thought, questions, expectations and dreams. More than anything, though, it has forced me to view the world and, most importantly, myself in a different light.

There are emotional hurdles in anime that I feel I'm one of the few to experience. I think I am one of the few that walks away from Azumanga Daioh a little melancholy. I doubt many people end a Full Metal Panic or Love Hina binge and feel sadder than when they started. All of the relationships - friendships and loves - are things I have always felt I never had, but desperately sought. The uncannily tight friendships in Azumanga Daioh, the unrequited love in Love Hina and Full Metal Panic...it was like my holy grail realized by everyone but me.

What I didn't understand until today was I had those opportunities, but I never took them. I had a group of friends, similar to me...maybe too similar. Somewhere in my subconcious was the desire to be alone, and deeper yet was the desire to not be alone. I would distance myself and then become depressed that I was not connecting to anyone. I couldn't see that till now.

Now the questions begin: Why do I feel that way? Is it okay? Who am I? What do I want out of life? I want a wife without all the work, thats what I want. I want friends but I don't want to invest time into it. I have that, I have amazing friends that are incredibly understanding of who I am and what kind of crazy mental inadequacies I have. They are all online, with the exception of two, so that may have something to do with it.

Why do I feel this way? Perhaps it's because I AM a loner, but I'm afraid of the absolute nature of the loner. Perhaps I have just crashed in too many social situations, the loner at the party, the loner at the concert, the squeeky wheel in a group of three...maybe I've just grown tired of the uncomfortable feelings of all that. Do I really have the confidence that I think I have? I keep eye contact, I talk without missing a beat, is that something else I'm mistaking for confidence? I feel I have confidence, but I lack the drive to instigate conversation, and that was detriment to my possible friendships. Part 2 of that could be the social settings I found myself in. I require a tad bit deeper than the typical acquaintence...maybe that assumption is my downfall as well?

Why don't I ever feel I fit in? I have never felt like I was completely welcome, or that I was contributing something of value to any group I was a part of. Everyone seemed to do well without me, in group projects and outside of school. The world goes on without Steven. So why invest in that? No, thats not the right question...why NOT invest in that, since the outcome is different either way? To that I have no answer.

Is it okay? If there is a drive, a feeling to get out of this situation, then no, it isn't okay.

I always feel rushed. I always feel like "I can't do that, I have to do this first! If I do this, I can't do that!". Thats why LJ has been on the back burner, and SK as well.

Maybe I'm not as mellow as I think? Maybe I'm really hi-strung and stressed out? Or maybe it's exactly the opposite and thats why I have no drive. I just don't know for sure anymore.

What do I want out of life? I want what every american wants: a lasting marraige with a spouse whom I love dearly, a successful job with security, a house and car and a dog in the front yard, and a few kids. These are the things I want. How do I work to get them? I'm working on the job, the wife is the other puzzle piece, and I have been waiting for it to fall into place. Lately I have given up and have been trying to figure out how I will manage without that piece. I wonder if I can. How can the loner be cool if he has no one to admire him? It's perposterous, that is why loners are never truly alone, because they WANT to be sought out. They want someone to find them, to make the effort...to be found...and how selfish is that? To do that to someone, to create a desire and to treat that desire with apathy, denying your own emotions to play a role.

In my head the voice screams "I don't know who I am or what I want". Am I reduced to that level? Am I forced to build myself back to where I once was? I must embrace it, or I will never evolve. I must make the things that are uncomfortable things that I want to do. I need to make stepping out of the box seem more like staying close to home. I don't know how to do that, but I have to or I will be in trouble.

I should be more appreciative. Especially to you, evangelinaarion. You have sought me, you have been supportive of me, and I have not been as thankful of that as I should be. I have nearly all my LJ friends to thank for similar things, they have been supportive as well.

Going from sure to completely having no clue is disorienting and upsetting. I hope I can figure things out.

I know what DOES make me happy:
Being with family
playing online games with my brothers, and doing other activities with them
Getting an icee with my sister
playing video games
watching anime

Maybe step one is finding someone who enjoys those things too?

I don't know. I should stop thinking "someday", "maybe later". Happiness and contentedness isn't a destination down the road. the whole trick to contentedness is to not place it ahead of yourself, but be content NOW! That is what content means, to not desire more than what you already have. Placing a condition on happiness makes the feeling that much more hollow.

I'm not sad, but I'm not as happy as I'd like to be. I guess I just keep praying, and looking. Things will get squared away, I think it will just take time. At least, I hope so.

Walking through the muggy streets
Looking up, your visage caught my eye
Among the clouds and sunbeams
So free and happy

The soil and filth I stood in
Disguisted me so much. A drug
An elixer, something to send me
To your lofty heights

I knew it took only the thought
Of you; a high no drug could bring
And soon I joined you, clouds at my feet
Thats amore'

A sad homecoming, for I knew
What brought you to the clouds
The high; the thought of him
Brought you to cloud nine

I don't mind, let me but watch
You glide and sway with the wind
Every motion a beautiful movement
A ripple in my heart

From dust to Dust, I must return
To the filth where I belong
Where decay is my food and drink
Your beauty, my only light
One thought, one look
Will send me high
and I can forget
All this for
Just a
while

Time and again I hear that
life is gonna end soon
And all that you have toiled for
Will be lost to the guy after you

Every deed we do will perish
And time just eats it away
Like the bread crumbs you placed
So you could find your way

And I can't say if I'll know you
When this life has ended
Or even if our love existed
When the past is eroded

I don't care
Our love may be dashed to pieces
on the jagged rocks of time
It may be stripped from us
In other lives
But I don't care
Surrounded in the chaos
Debris flies all around
And in one flash our lives could end
And there'd be no more pondering
But you are here with me
So close, but in my heart closer
And until death beats me sensless
It's hands will desperately
Franticaly
Cling with every once of energy
to the love I have been given

A man who had two beautiful wings sprouted from his back walked up to me and asked, "I have not seen my wings in quite a while, do I still have wings?" to which I answered "No." The man turned and walked away, crushed.

Another man with equally beautiful wings approached me in the same manor. "Kind sir, might you tell me why I cannot fly with these wings?" As I was about to answer, he interupted me, "I know why, it's because of the inner battle in my heart, my soul's desire to soar but my mind limiting myself so that I cannot bear the attaining of my goals." After this interjection he turned on his heels and walked away, his wings fluttering heartily as he busily talked to himself.

I was puzzled by these encounters so I walked along the cloudy banks when I came to a bridge. Sitting a stone's throw from the bridge's entrance was another winged man, clutching his knees with a very distant expression on his face. He didn't seem to notice as I approached, so I spoke first. "Why do you look so sullen?" I asked the man, as I followed his gaze to see the group of winged people flying effortlessly through and around the water below. "Your wings are stout and ellegant, surely you could join them with such wings!" but he sadly shook his head. "No, I cannot. I cannot be with them, my place is here, safe and far away from anyone or anything. I wouldn't dare take the risks of flying so carelessly."

I shrugged as I mulled over all these queer meetings and then shrugged it off. I proved my existence as well as my wing's and with a mighty flap I soared into the blue. I threw out the negative voice within me and chose the voice that encouraged my lofty goals. I tossed aside the fear of pain from people and other things.

For the first man held too fast to my words and did not look inside himself for the truth. The second fell in love with his voice and the tragedy of denying himself his desires. The third destroyed what was inherintly his and applauded indifference over the exploration of new experiences.

Reality is bendable, and perception, as I've said, is 9/10 of the law. Chances are if you look hard enough, you'll see your reflection in tree bark, or find your name written in mud. 10 comments

When you're walking through a canyon , on the upper tier of the canyon's walkways, neither at the top or the bottom, you start to only see the path in front of you. Continuing on the terrace outlining the canyon wall, your scope gradually diminishes as it all becomes part of the trip. You remember starting, and everyone once in a while you brave the immensity of looking backwards, seeing the long winding stretch you walked. It's amazing how far you've come. You look down, into the beautiful canyon floor, and see that it is blooming with life and vigour.


Yet, nothing has ever, nor will ever, grow on the ledge you traverse. Let it remain the unreachable thing of beauty, the thing that captures your eyes once in a while to remind you of how gran life could be, and then salt the healing wound with the glass-case feel of it all. Your footsteps reverberating off the canyon walls lull you into reveries and dreams. Nothing can be percieved as real, or unreal. The fact that your desires lie just beyond you becomes comfortable. You don't mind it, it's okay.

You keep walking. Looking to your left and right, you see your footsteps where you walked once before. Next to them there are no footsteps. No one has shared the journey. Many have gone on paths above and below, shouting a conversation or two in your direction, and with much effort you return it, sharing rare social pleasantries with passer-by's in life. Not one person has ever been on the same path. The thought is unnerving, it makes the view to your back seem like no big deal. You begin to feel detached, as if no one could reach you, just like you can't reach anything besides rock and gravel. But you know, as you reach the "end" of the canyon, it will be another lap. so you round the end, and come out on the other side. To your back is a wall, and you keep going forward. The view to your rear is no longer immense, and everything is relative.

(preface: the object of this entry is to do a continuation story. It's a funny story and shouldn't be taken too seriously. Just build off of what the previous person posted (or for the first person to reply, build off what I have written here). Hopefully we can all have fun with this! Just reply to this entry with your chunk of the story line!)

"Yo Jeremy! Wait up!" Clint was just about out of breath by the time he caught up to him.

Jeremy rested his head in his right hand and let go a sigh. "What is it this time?"

"Well, er, I don't know. But how about I walk with you and maybe I'll think of something?"

Jeremy needed to stop this before it got out of hand. "Clint, I..."

"Hey! Jeremy, did you hear about that awesome new anime coming out? It's called Tenchi Moto GP Ultra Rad V! And get this, it's not going to have Tenchi in it! Thats so...not Tenchi, you know?" Clint was growing more and more animated by the minute as he made wild gestures with each exclamation.

"How about Ryoko and the others?" Jeremy couldn't help it, Tenchi Muyo held a special place in his anime lovin' heart.

"Nope, they ain't in it either! It's about some old man who wants to impress the ladies so he trains to become the gaurdian of earth and Evil Shenron from destroying the sailor balls. He has to gather them together then put them in his giant robot so he can recieve the blessing from the royal priestess. After that the world goes post-apocalyptic and only Japan is spared from the carnage. Then Kagato comes from deep space...."

Jeremy interrupted, "Hold up, Kagato is in it but he's the only reappearing character? This show isn't even fit to be called Tenchi!"

"True, but-

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alright, I'm done. Hopefully someone can do something with it.

When I walked on water
I didn't even catch your eye
When the lame and the dead walked again
You wouldn't even turn your head

You yelled to me "CUT"
So I bled for you without even a sigh
When my chain extended full length
All you gave me was a pat on my head

I'd break my back for you, you know
But it was broken long ago
yet my gritting teeth can't seem to hold up
To the pain that erupts so frequently

From the biggest to the smallest
My faults all start to show up
Like the man that swallows neon
And stands under the black light.

As I stand pain-stricken, conducting
The stars and the planets follow my arms
And yet all you can do is comb through me
With your magnifying glass in hand

By the time you've found the last thing wrong
The world will be at peace
Hunger will have ended
No one will be without love
And I will cease to exist

What you say in secret I cannot hear
And what you say in secret I need to hear.
Every once in a while, dearest father,
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Someone hold a torch for me
And Carry it down the winding road
Someone hold a torch for me
That won't snuff out when my head is turned

someone hold a torch for me
If I've left for lunch or such
Someone hold a torch for me
When I've gone for the day

Someone hold a torch for me
when home is only a familiar word
Someone hold a torch for me
The faces are blurred and gone

Someone hold a torch for me
So when I finally come home
To light the way, to show you care
Someone hold a torch for mecomment on this

this is where I will be posting my poetry from now on. Just for my own edification, please post here if you are going to watch this journal.

this will not be friends only.