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~Welcome to where I spill my heart out~
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Please enjoy my poems and comment if you wish. All feedback is appreciated and valued.
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Sometimes life throws hard times at us. At those times, we must never forget who we are and what we strive for. Never forget your dreams.
~Razi-chan
Name: Matsumoto "Matt" Sakuraba
Age: 17
Height: 5"6
Weight: 145
Hair color: Light brown
Eye color: Blue
Body build: Lean yet somewhat muscular
Complexion: White
Likes: Playing music, hanging out with his band, eating American foods, and reading non-fictional books.
Clothes Sytle: Usually blue or black pants, nice sneakers, a school uniform, or a tee-shirt or jacket.
Dislikes: Killing, evil, spirits, his math teacher, and milk.
Personality: Matt has split personalities, meaning he has different sides to him mentally. He's usually calm and observative, but his other sides aren't the same way. This doesn't bother him, however; quite the opposite, actually. It really helps him when he's in trouble, because the persuer won't know what to think. Other than that, he is usually calm, creative, and sees things differently than normal people.
Summary: Matt is the lead singer in a band called His Last Minutes, a title thought up by one of his split personalities. He also plays the guitar and the piano. His parents are filfthy rich, which allows him to live in the nice part of the neihgborhood, attend private schools with higher education, and have higher connections. Nevertheless, he has good friends who don't care about the money; they're all in his band, and together he wants to earn his own fame. But there are a few issues at hand... one, his parents don't approve of it. Second, a mysterious girl with fire-colored hair and crimson eyes shows up and eventually fall in love with each other, and finally, there's a ravaging cult of demons after him for an unknown reason.
This is a project my English teach in school is making us do. It's like slam poetry, only written. If you dont' know what slam poetry is, it's not like Shakespear or anything. It's poetry with a bite, so to speak. Well, I hope you enjoy this! Here we go! 
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Warm and cold, dark and light
Drawing the breath of life
Under a bright, shining light
Stroke of perception, it’s your own interpretation
Go on, take a bite of sweet imagination
Taste the difference, sublime soul and resonance
Reputation, familiar, crowd-pleasing, far or near
Killing time, crinkling up the unwanted lines
Recognition, a salvation of sanity; could it really be
A personal, fascinating grasp of illuminating reality?
Evoking, unreachable worlds, inspiring a hemisphere
Complex, captivate thy spirit and revealing my merit
Quiet, unique, the odd one, instrumental,
Resourceful, well-known, a pose, another world complete
Noisy thoughts, scattering in my head
Musical, lyrical, could it really be a miracle?
This talent from above, otherwise incomparable
Technicolor, solid, lively, captivate a restless memory
Dynamic balance, universal connection, finally, a new-found harmony
Loud, blooming, an image is worth a thousand words
Fraction, pencil scratching, ink splatters, blackening, landing on paper
Familiar, alluring, reaching out to another world
Frustration; no more ideas, maybe I’ll finish it later.
The End.
