ShadowAlchemistSu

A Fallen Angel, With broken wings. Of life in the clouds, She used to sing. She danced and danced, Across the sky, Until her happiness, Passed her by. A Demon came, From down below, And took her joy, Right from under her nose. The Tainted Angel wept and wept, Speaking of promises that could not be kept. And so she committed the greatest Sin, And tried to bring back her fallen kin. This Sin her wings were broken for, And now the Angel sings no more. Despite the loss, Despite the pain, A Fallen Angel, she'll forever remain.

I stepped into the house and she greeted me smiling, as always. Her smile faltered, though, as she attempted to decipher my expression. "Sumiko…is something troubling you..?" My best friend died today. The one I've known for years. But you needn't worry, Mayu, it was my fault after all. As with my mother, it's only one less reason for me to live. Also, I think I might be failing school this year. With all that's been going on in my mind, I just can't seem to bring myself to try, anymore. My father still rejects me, and refuses to let me prove myself to him, even though he knows how important that is to me. Everyone I love is leaving me. I

Silently, at night, I cry. Chills run down my spine As the wind whispers harsh words into my ear. (Confirming what I've known all along.) Violence, Hope, And Desperation; The three aspects of what I once thought Was myself. We can't hold on forever, But they say that if you try, You just might reach the stars. There is nothing that will always be. Even the night's sky won't last forever. But if this is all you believe in, You will never shine. All the memories that we hold so dear Ring true in our hearts. I will be fine, As long as I have you here beside me. If I can somehow reach that unattainable dream, I can show yo

As the sun warms my face, I finally begin to feel. Seeing you makes everything worthwhile. If we could only walk forever, Striding far beyond the darkness in our hearts, Maybe we could finally find our wings. I want to sleep for an eternity, Rocked gently by my glistening sky, And listen to the music of the waves. If I whisper that I love you, My voice will surely reach your ears. I wish I could take back the things I told you as I cried, And hold you forever in my arms. But I am afraid to touch, And I search for you to find That you are gone.

I lie awake each night, Temptation grasping at my dreams, Convincing me that I cannot belong. The harsh darkness of shadows have engulfed my fragile mind, Calling out in cruelty to my conscience As it hides. I am your shattered hopes and expectations, Which share the blood that courses through you; A Fallen Angel born through hateful union. Pray no longer for the Angel you desire. Because of your deceptions, your betrayals, and your lies, She will remain forever lost. The hurtful words and harsh affection, That some have called 'Tough Love,' Is never what was fated to be. Wanting hasn't gotten us anywhere. Hopes and dreams can

A Wounded Girl With Tainted Eyes; Haunting Prayers And Piercing Cries. Betrayal of Trust; The Love That Dies. A Life Of Hatred; A Life Of Lies. Faceless Expressions; Searing Pain. Shattered Dreams In The Lashing Rain. Spirits of Hope; Tears of Sorrow. A Fear Of The Darkness; The Course We Must Follow. A Fleeting Smile; Your Lingering Touch. This Life So Painful; These Scars Too Much. So I Must Thank Her, Before We Part... The Beautiful Angel That Touched My Heart.

A soldier in big boots, Belt, and knapsack; Quickly forgetting And seldom sorrowful, Forever pressing on Under the wide night sky. Are not his twenty summers there? The pure fragrance of the water And the melody of the wind; We loved them dearly, And the image of those days Still makes my heart pause In its beating. A little soldier and a clear voice, And if anyone were to caress him He would hardly understand, This little soldier with the big boots And the shut heart, Who marches because he is wearing big boots, And has forgotten all else but marching.

A young girl sat on a hill, smiling at the boy who was lying beside her. "Shin-chan, what do you think the sky is made of?" The boy sat up, blinking. "The sky?" "Yeah. What's it made of?" He laughed a little. "Air!" She frowned, unsatisfied. "But then why's it blue?" Shin sighed. "I don't know." She thought for a moment, quiet. "Hey, Shin-chan...why're you always acting funny?" "Funny? What do you mean?" "Well..." The girl picked a daisy and studied it, trying to word this according to her feelings. "I don't know...everybody says you act funny around me. You act different around all the other kids. One of them said you liked m