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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
It's scary how one can lose track of time
The hands of fate slowly ticking away
Can go by so quickly
When one doesn't even have to look at the clock
Time goes by relentlessly
Uncertainty mocks our very lives
We cannot possibly measure
The amount of value in life
It's scary how one can lose track of time
When you don't look at the clock for hours
Until you see and time has mercilessly passed you by
You realize then you have no time left...
Don't let time pass you by
Don't let time give you away
Don't let time stare right at you
And not even blink an eye
Uncertainty mocks our very lives
We know not the value of life
It's scary how one can lose track of time
The hands of fate go relentlessly down...
Further down and down and down!
It's scary how one can lose track of time
Don't let it pass you by
Don't let time let your life slip by
Without doing what you needed to
Don't let time mock at you
Don't let time get the best of you
Don't let time pass you by
Don't let time stare right at you
And not even blink an eye!
Running around, pointing fingers
Because we don’t know where our fates linger
While the stars collide, and our problems coincide
The universe still vies for time, better lives more sublime
But it’s the blame game we’re playing,
Not the hands on the clock we should be slaying
This will be the way the end is, ticking away
Relentlessly, chipping down each and every day
We don’t know what to do, or where to go
So we play the blame game, even though
No one knows the truth, the light hidden by night
Out of the world’s sight, it lingers along with our fates
However it’s the time, not the people against us we should hate
Because it’s time we don’t exactly have,
We’re running around, pointing our fingers,
And we’re, well, playing the blame game
The blame game, it blinds us from what’s true, what’s really there
But I know we’ll pull through, pointing our fingers at the sky instead
At night, instead of ambushes, we’ll peacefully go to bed
And forget everything that happened while the stars collided
Playing the blame game, is only an illusion
That brings our lives out of light and into confusion
So promise me that you won’t play the blame game too
And stay by my side, watching the stars restlessly collide…
The next day, Mr. Kane introduced me to the promised traveling mercenary. We were standing outside of the office in the afternoon sunlight. Hayden was standing by my side again. The mercenary was a tall, notably thin man with muscular arms. He had calm, analytical eyes the color of jade which glowed in a mysterious way. His curly, indigo colored hair fell down to his chin. The clothes he wore mainly consisted of dark colors which complimented on his hair; a cape that only draped over one shoulder, a a weird jacket that split at the end, a simple cotton turtle-neck, pants, and laced-up army boots. The side of his arm that didn't have the cape was covered with one sleeve of his shirt. A long sword at his belt could be seen on one side, while on his back there was a strange-looking device that resembled a large boomerang with a sail.
I felt an odd sense of danger around him... It felt dangerous, but it also seemed that he was very protective and compassionate. It seemed I could trust him. "This is Ryuu Takashi. He'll be leading you out of harms way and to the Midnight Blade's sanctuary." Mr. Kane explained. Hayden and I both expectantly looked up at him. He gracefully bowed and stood up straight again, and we did too. I hoped he isn't mute, otherwise this journey will be harder than I thought.
"How old is he?" I asked bluntly. When you want to know something, I've learned to just ask it. Mr. Kane's face suddenly showed shock, as if he were afraid to insult Takashi-kun. But, Takashi-kun nodded gently, and said, "I'm... in my mid-thirties." I stared on at him. Hayden gave a sigh of relief for some reason.
"Well, anyways, do you have all of the supplies you will need?" Emil asked me. "Um, yeah Dad. I think... we're ready." I told him. He nodded. "Very well, then." He said. "Are they leaving now?" Shana asked Mr. Kane. "I'm afraid. They're good kids, so I believe we do not have to worry too much." He said confidently. Wow, if only he knew. Joking... I watched Hayden's parents walk over to him and each gave him a big warm hug. "Just... don't do anything I wouldn't do, son." His father told him. "Same as I. Please, make everyone here proud of you." His mother told him. He nodded. I smiled. He would, I knew it.
My parents also gave me a big hug, and told me to make them proud, too. My father also told me to remember what he had told me the day before, about time. "Don't worry, I won't forget." I said as a stubborn tear fell down my cheek. "Mom, I love you." I said, hugging her, "Thank you for everything." She laughed. "No, honey, thank you." She said.
After our goodbyes, we left our hometown in search of something we didn't have a clue about how powerful or dangerous it was, along with a man who we barely knew anything about. Little did I know that danger was in fact lurking around every nook and cranny, and it was as if possibly the whole world was out to get me and my impossible powers.
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