Segmented Edge of a Reflection - my collection

[Shadow Trainer Ash]

Segmented Edge -- one that can easily be defined as a charateristic of a reflection. When you look in the mirror, what you see isn't always there. The piece could be broken instead of whole, as you never can see yourself through another's eyes. What you see is a lie, simply a broken jigsaw puzzle made from a mirror, a reflection of deciet. As nobody sees the same thing twice.


Here I'll post all my short stories (fanfiction and original) and poetry. I hope everybody enjoys them, just as much as I did writing them. ^_^



Faces of Me







Millions of faces
hide beneath my eyes
drowning themselves away
into the dusk of my oblivion

Suffocating they breathe
spewing bubbles in the water
kicking up masses
of wave and temptation

But yet "they" remain blind
oblivious to such torture
the eyes gleaming bulbs of blazing fire
flicker away into nothing --
a weak remant
of gasping smoke

"They" see no faces
only empty boxes
filled with nothing but themselves --
their thoughts
of their own world

The box overflows
webs down the floor
never ceases to drown

Continue as it may
it consumes the faces
of the eyes that once admired --
the fingers that once touched
the mouth that once laughed
in his pointless mirth
the mouth that once frowned
in his cunning fingers of misery

I open to speak
but fade away in fear
accepting pain no other
than one that is fatal to the heart

For I can't say anything
my voice
devoured by the spiders which creep
rummage down the silky web of hate

My voice means nothing

As to "them" I'm not here.

[PancaKe]

I love that! Oh wow, can I put music to that?? Far out u know how good a heavy rock song those lyrics woudl make?!??!?!! Lol i'm just excited because I've run out of inspiration and want to go stealing others works now. ^^ Seriously, I love that type of poetry, its so dark and deep. Go you! *thumbs up*

~Mist

[Black Knight28]

WOW! That's all I have say

[Shadow Trainer Ash]

Thank you so much for the very kind comments

And Mist, of course you can use them! I wouldn't mind at all.

Anyway, the next poem I'm posting is kinda old (about a year and a half), but I really like it apart from the small amount of time I spent on it. It's lyrics to Tifa's Theme (from Final Fantasy VII) that I wrote for a fansite. I'm not really CloudxTifa oriented (CloudxZack forever! e_e *gets bashed*), but sometimes I feel like writing about them. *shrug*




Standing here I see
the mirror holding my memories


The stars have begun to bleed
I don't know where to go
I'm all alone


I scream my hatred of the world away
and dream of your face


You had always been there
to pick me up
and take me home


And now that you're gone
this lonely mirror is your only memory


Everything seems so far away
lost in time


Everything is a mirror
a reflection of our pasts


The road of heaven has betrayed me
and the shadows have welcomed me
but i had known the way


But now that you're gone
that path has disappeared
from our world

And no longer can you come
and take me home.

[PancaKe]

Your poetry contains so much feeling, its intense feeling and darkness and thats what really captivates me. I love the feeling of darkness and confusion in poetry its soo cool! And thanks for that, now when I learn guitar ive got cool lyrics to put to songs ^.^

And I couldn't care if that poem is kinda old. if its cool its cool.

Dang I really have to find that poetry corner

~Mist

[Shadow Trainer Ash]

here's a story I finished today for a LA project... I had to choose a scene from a show, movie, or book and change a scene while writing it in first person, so I chose the anime Getbackers to write about. It's about Yamato's death and such. It's real short and weird, but oh well. I think it came out rather good



A No Man Grave

Such pain was excruciating… an emotion of both agony and despair, as the evil blood bursting free within my veins tore through my flesh and curved it into a sickening crimson. My stomach, now a bottomless pit filled with unnecessary hunger and boiling hate grew taut and breathed deeply into my hands. Just knowing that the sweat was there, drooling upon my face and slavering away the hue which produced such features, my heart pulsed and blistering on the utmost fear. We weren’t called The Cursed Children for nothing.

I… needed to stop this scar; this wound of pain. It was growing too deep to handle, too far beneath the surface to rouse again to the upper world. Too tired, to once again obtain its liberty. So as I crouched there, huddled in my hands and knees as my arms came to feast upon my heart, my raven hair caked over my blazing eyes, I roused in my thinking, doing nothing but such. There was nothing else I could do, that, and scream. Scream as loud as my throat could handle, scream away the spirit of pain, which was trying to possess my body.

I couldn’t help but think of Himiko… my brilliant, beautiful sister. She couldn’t know… couldn’t understand our fate, never, at such the age she lived. A fourteen-year-old adolescent who was born knowing she was an orphan. She was a one who already knew the meaning of becoming jailed and serving the harsh streets of the city, becoming one with a tough shell. A girl who had never been loved by anyone but her brother and a furtive soldier; ones only with the names we gave ourselves. We never had true identities. Nobody knew our names. It… didn’t matter. If I died here, only simply would I be a man without a grave. He used to speak of such things, when traveling the cities at night, feeling the gales of wind howl against our faces as the car sped away.

“It’s like the old wars.” He would simply mutter, cleaving a clawed hand through the mess of brown hair that kissed his skull, shrugging his shoulders flippantly, like it was no big deal. Then he would turn his chin to the sky and frown, linger in its solace, and watch the stars live and die among the velvet sheet of heaven. “There are many dead men here… like those in Civil War.” The sapphire sheen of his eyes would nick glares at the buildings the car sped past, my nails digging deep into the firm leather of the wheel as I intentionally listened. The embers in my cigar had begun fade, and at moments, as the car rumbled over rocks and crevices, I could feel my little sister’s warm sleeping body stroke against my leg, her tiny hands grasping the fabric in her fists with a smile. “Many soldiers died, but nobody really cared. It’s easy to say you do, but if you think about it, you realize it really does have nothing to do with you, and you shouldn’t wait around worrying.” I pulled a new cigarette from my pocket and took my lighter to its mouth, engulfing its teeth in flame. “But I think those men are lucky. They have graves, but there’s no man there. People know they’re there, but they’re simply no-named soldiers.” Flowing back to earth, the soldier would smile at me, lean back in the car seat, and pull his arms to his chest. “They can truly rest in peace. There’s nobody ever on earth that can disturb them. For even their graves have nothing.”

So as I stare at him now, that usual smile gone from his face, my eyes flicker and I gaze at him with bloody firm eyes. “Ban.” I hiss, mimicking the language of the serpent, in which he knew all too well. His shadow was growing upon me, my own body the umbra. Almost immediately I stopped him as he attempted to take a step forward, allowing my raven hair to devour my face in its sorrow. He knew that he couldn’t do anything, and just the sight of his best friend dying, leisurely fading away, would forever place an unfading scar. “Listen. I didn’t want this to burden you…” Gasping for air, I pulled my arms closer to my chest, feeling the dizziness overwhelming me. I was loosing myself. “I was going to have you kill me. I had it all planned out… you kill me, and take care of Himiko…” His sapphire eyes widened in terror, growing small behind the lavender glasses balanced at his nose, and a small grin tugged at my lips. “Don’t worry. Nobody will care remember? I’m one of the… lucky ones.”

It was only then that my nails gnawed deep into my flesh, tearing out my beating heart. Blood sputtered and spat, drooled and webbed across the tile, inching further down to my partner’s feet. Like water they consumed the soles.

The pain stopped all at once as I began to fade away from this world… this world of chaos and evil. The door was slammed open, flown ajar, and was beat against the wall. The blood and still beating heart discharged in puddles across the flooring let loose a terrifying feminine scream, and it was than that I lost myself. Lost myself in front of the only two people in this world who knew my name.

I was no one’s burden, and that’s the way I wanted it.

A no man grave.