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Shadows by KuraiMachete, literature

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Shadows

Street lights casting shadows Of my form on the street— For every light, another shadow Darkens the ground at my feet. There’s another cast from the storefront, From the light pouring outside— And a fleeting one for the moment That the car’s headlight passed me by. All these shadows on the ground, Cast from all these lights out on the street— All these shadows that surround Are like another view of me. So of all the shadows which pass me by, As I walk this lonely path at night, Which one can I say is I When the shadow is different under different light? And as I walk shadows disappear As I leave each

All that shines on me by KuraiMachete, literature

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All that shines on me

Come nightfall— Come the ending of the day— I’ve lost the light to lead me on my way. With dusk my strength fails me And a great weakness grips my limbs So that all I can do is take a few staggering steps To lay beneath this slowly dying tree. Through the barren branches The moon’s cold light is all that shines down on me. When did this battle become too much to bear? So much that at day’s end I collapse without a care? I once had the sun shining down on me, Illuminating my path And showing off all of my victories. Yet came nightfall; the ending of the day Now alone I lay beneathe a slowly dying tree.

Rune Incantation by KuraiMachete, literature

Don't scream. Don't cry. by KuraiMachete, literature

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Don't scream. Don't cry.

Don’t scream. Don’t cry. The call will draw the Dark inside. Hearts are such fragile things That they will willingly go where the darkness reigns. Should you cry in fright, shock or fear When at last before you, your heart’s light appears Into the darkness your heart will flee And only darkness will come from where it used to be. So don’t scream, Don’t cry No matter how much the light might sear your eyes, For such a call will send away The fragile light a heart emanates.

Damn, I'm beautiful. by KuraiMachete, literature

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Damn, I'm beautiful.

Sometimes I’m not enough To satisfy myself. Who’s that girl in the picture? Surely I’m not her? Sometimes I think I’m fat, Sometimes I think I’m short, Sometimes I wonder who I am, And in the mirror, who is that? Standing next to my peers, I feel inferior, Looking so beautiful, so fair, I fear I don’t compare. I wonder if I see myself For how I truly am? Or is my image of myself Skewed by some mental scam? Sometimes I don’t like myself And I wish that I would change Sometimes I know for sure I should But don’t know where to begin. But then sometimes, late at night I stretch before t

The End of Days by KuraiMachete, literature

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The End of Days

Today we fall to the end of days. Say goodbye and the last of your praise; After this there will be no return, So go ahead, let the sorrow burn. This right here is the end of the line. It’s really too bad, there was time to try To stop this before the apocalypse came, Now we are left to the survival game Because now we are trapped in the end of days. Say not your regrets, stave off your prays; There will be no return to the ways of old, So go ahead, let the rage take hold. So much for humanity— So much for love— Look what barbarians we’ve become Now that the end of days has come. Yesterday we fell to the en

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So I Lay by KuraiMachete, literature

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So I Lay

Long before my memory's eye can see I can remember your face smiling over me. And so it remained as you watched my life go by, And I watched you grow, time by time. So every night, I lay by your side, While you slept or while you cried, And purred until your tears grew dry, Or the morning's light shone upon your slumbering eyes. But the time passed by, I grew old, and you grew up. No longer the young girl who took me in, But a beautiful woman, yet still my kin. I was a Libra, born in the autumn calm. But as summer brightened the skies of dawn. Cancer came for me to claim To end my life, as though I was but a pawn. Bright whit

Silver and Gold Velvet by KuraiMachete, literature

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Silver and Gold Velvet

Like golden velvet, Streaked in ebony With eyes of liquid gold Fluid, ferocious, Beautiful, A god. Or in silver, A black bestriped phantom Eyes a cutout of the sky Watching, Knowing without ever having known. An earthly angel. Of death? Some say yes— These infant killing villains Ought be slain Removed from this god's earth Furs worn in coats A show of wealth Of evil, Of our darkness. I feel their pain. Their cries, Calls of power Shake the very ground. Harbinger of death To some; To fools— To me not. Silver and gold angels, Of death? Yes— To their prey: To the weak who fall in their wake, To the cowards who

Losing Me by KuraiMachete, literature

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Losing Me

In the New Year, do you know what I found? I found my creativity drowned. And in that moment of realization Tears began to gather and then they fell I saw there was nothing written on my paper And my hand was still And my heart was killed And my grades began to blunder I felt my pride be ripped asunder And yet my hand did not move My creative heart was gone for good Before long, I fell apart Nothing could cure my crying heart Breath came hard and shallow My chest feels tight Even now I'm losing might I wake and ache from pains all over And my head hurts like no other And before I know it I say aloud "I do not have the will

My Promise by KuraiMachete, literature

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My Promise

Mom, Dad, And Brother too, This promise I make to you, Because I know you worry about me a lot, Since I don't tend to be the happy sort. You worry because I get mad so fast Hold a grudge and get real sad. I'm sorry I'm not a better child. But this promise will make it all worthwhile. Mom, Dad, And brother too, And all my friends, I promise you, Because I know you worry about me a lot, That I might one day give suicide a shot. (Though I'm sure you all know It's much more likely I kill someone else.) I'm sorry I'm not a better friend Or the best of kids, I don't follow societal trends. I'm sorry I'm not sweeter, But this prom

How I view the world... by KuraiMachete, literature

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How I view the world...

How do I view life and the world in which I live? I see this… This world is corrupt. Or shall I say this world sucks. Evil wins and money restricts the righteous, Respect is undeserved, And for some reason the right thing is the hardest thing to do. Crime is normal As is war, But they are never close enough to force a change, Death is not enough. There is always a black and a white (Even when there's not) To everything. I don't know why people strive to simplify life… And seriously, Since when was childhood just training time for adult life? What about childhood and play? Innocence and laughter are lost or abandoned all too

My Paradise by KuraiMachete, literature

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My Paradise

I sit within my room, The walls painted a deepest shade of blue And the blinds are drawn shut; My world to you must seem so dark a hue. But at times when my work is put away My walls disappear Replaced by other colors clear And no longer matter my worries, my fears. I stand in a field So open— So pure Or I sit, or I dance At peace and demur. Surrounded by grass or by forest Be it night or light of day, Or surrounded by rivers and mountains, Be it of dawn or of dusken stain. Where there is silence, or music— Whatever I please. Whether I be there alone Or accompanied by spirits clean Not a person in sight No one can possib

At the end of the day.... by KuraiMachete, literature

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At the end of the day....

At the end of the day my life relives itself as my mind takes flight. It is at moments like these that I look back and see my entire life blur together into one meaningless jumble. Has my life meant anything? I find myself divided and I don't know if I'll ever be whole again. Am I insane? I wouldn't doubt it. I see myself as this: bright student who doesn't give a shit; some wonder, suicidal?; proud and worthless; impatient for progress; depressed with change; confused about the child I used to be, the dreams I used to have and still love, and who the hell am I and whatever will I be?; antisocial; slow to make friends but accepting of most k

In the dark of night by KuraiMachete, literature

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In the dark of night

In the dark of night I step into my front yard, Dog on the leash for her last walk, Only to find the world lit by a thousand tiny stars. The sky above is dim and dark Yet the stars are twinkling within my sight. I wonder only briefly from where the light comes As I admire the charms of this night. The train roars an incessant drone And the cars that pass make the darkness break, Their passing marked by automotive moans. The stars turn on and off for mystery's sake As though a star in a tree is not mysterious enough. A cricket cries to the south, then the east… Tonight the moon's glow gives the clouds no fight And not a single

Stormy Night Dream by KuraiMachete, literature

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Stormy Night Dream

Once on a stormy night I had a dream. My friend had it too. Wherein a flood stole in through the window And swept us to our dooms. We woke on an island Far far away And there the nightmare began, One it goes on today. Half a year we stayed there In a world far away Fighting for our lives, Our freedom, And theirs. Struggle and sadness Occurred everyday Betrayal turned out to be The only way to save us— To save us, To save them, To help us get home. To help us to save them Our saviors betrayed us, Then fought hard to spare us The agony that wait. Somehow we escaped We fought back and won The evil that threatened We d

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About KuraiMachete

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Apr 18
United States
Deviant for 18 years
www.boredmachete.blogspot.com/
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KuraiMachete

Mar 7, 2008

Meh

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I hope you realize that while I fail to update this journal I actually write in my blog regularly, just so you know. I just thought that since I don't actually get to speak with you all that often, maybe I should do some posting here.Maybe. How's life? Life is good. Thanks. I just finished my anthropology exam and got permission from two professors to head out early for spring break so that I can attend a freaking sweet symposium on environmentalism in Asia taking place in Kentucky University. Tatematsu Wahei, the author the book I wrote my final report on in Japanese last semester is speaking  thursday night on current environmental issues

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KuraiMachete

Jan 28, 2008

Home

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I've been home for nearly a week now. I haven't updated the journal at all because I was a sick jet lagged wreck until yesterday. I passed all my time reading entertaining crap online (aka fanfiction). I'd lay around and nap all day, wake up shortly after my parent went to bed and realize that I couldn't sleep anymore. I was going to go insane. My being sick and needing to sleep while my body still assumed that day and night were switched really messed me up. It doesn't help that My flight home took off after a full day of activities in Japan (while I was sick and very surprised at my continuing consciousness). 9.5 hours to San Fransisco, 3.5

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KuraiMachete

Jan 7, 2008

Bye

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Hey, I leave for the airport in five hours. Then I'm on my way to Japan! I don't think I'll be updating any journals in my time away, but I will keep a travel journal to keep track of all those good stories! I'm sure everyone goes back to school before I get back. Enjoy spring semester. Have fun!