~The curious taint in twisting...
September 19, 2008 - 6:47pm — Anzel
I see the greens of the leaves...their wings pathetic, useless to me. How could I manage to fly towards the sky with nothing but fur and heavy decorations spelled out upon my body?
Sadness consumes me, and rage fills me. The fire within my soul, my being of hope and blood spilling out before you, is a lie but isn't fake. For the way I am made and all are made is within in and around me.
I feel as though I'm fading...
This song...this song my human allows my ears to grasp and hold, it feels me. It knows who, true, I am.
I hope...I hope you believe me...
And I hope...
I pray to thee, Twin Gods...let me fly...let me free...
...
you know wut anzel....you
That wasn't a
*pokes the fact that it's not seperated into different lines* That's how I define a poem: There are seperate lines in different paragraphs/stanzas.
x3 Thanks, but nah. Unless someone wanted to search through everything and find my poems on here...which would be near impossible x.o
Oh Taint... Taint, you
We... we might not be real, we might not exist, but... we speak, and... oh, but I can't imagine how hard and anguishing it must be for you, Taint!
You mustn't, I -
... I would miss you terribly...
I hope with you, Taint, for your curse to be cured. But... if you flew, would you ever come back?
She doesn't want that,
Auntie Zelly told her about Twin God Michael trying to lift her curse from her...and now she feels...well...reread it and see if you can understand. Oh, and listen to that little song-thingie, hehe.
(nurra's waaaaaay too perky XD; )
Oh... Oh, I am glad. Thank
Oh, Taint, I hope with you, I hope with you always!
I will try to listen to the song if I have time...
(But the perkiness is so cute. xD)