Journal Entry: Numero Dos
"Please... Play That Good 'Ol Tune"
Captivated within your melody, how rythmically you spin your words
A song that repeats it self, one that we've all heard, you play it for all to hear
Slowly i listen, inspired by your song, captivated by your tune, caught once again
Enchanted by your melody, Enchanted by your melody
You play your balled, sing your chorus, i can see you've been practicing
Once again i find myself, captivated by this melody, spinnign circles, singing along
Take my hand and lead me here, to this your holy and secret garden
This magic place of which you sing, this magic place for which i long to see
Lock the door and loose the key, for here i will always stay
Sit me down and tell me all, so long as you play that melody
Sitting here in your holy garden, forever and alone, so long as you play your melody.
There beyond morning's rise, you see our lovely sun rise
Chirping birds, blooming flowers, the start of mornings dew
Mornings light creates their shadows, speaking in words unknown to me
Moving in ways that i cant see, how silently they move
Mere distractions to you my love, you, and your lovely tune
Mornings grace corresed my mind and layed my heart at ease
See the sun, see the sky, i can hear the angels sing
Hear their chorus line, slowly it's beauty begins to rise
Golden wings coress my soul locking me within your tune,
Our sunrise is gone my love, miday has befallen your holy garden
Morning light is all but gone, ushering in things a new
Our lovely dew has formed to rivers, birds are nesting in the trees
Blooming flowers creating bushes, sights of beauty, an oil paitning of colors all
Mid-days light casting shadows new. Their voices louder, but still unclear to me
No longer hding their stelthy motions, i see them now and again
Catching bits and pieces, just another mystery to me
My love, i no longer see you the same, the feeling i have is much more strong
Is something wrong with me, tell me i'l be all right, or is this just fates way of chiming in?
I feel you now, more then ever, the burning of your soul
please let me hold your hand, dont make me beg, i just want to be close to you, hold you tight
I can feel your hand within my own, the warmth of your skin
My feeling is true, i know that it's true, i know this is what i need
Someone to hold, someone to love, someone i know will always be there
Now go back, keep playing your tune, hide where you feel safe, just keep playing that good 'ol tune
Is soemthing wrong, this just isn't right, your melody doens't quite sound the same
Your song is lacking in some parts, the melody not as fluent
This is a song unkown to me, something new and unexpected.
Is this becuase of me? Have i upset you, thrown off yor golden tune?
Please dont be mad, please dont cry, take your anger out on me
For i know that when you treat me wrong, it's not your fault, you i will always forgive
Just keep trying to play that tune, try to get back that good 'ol tune
The one which lead me here, the one i want to always have.
Look beyond horizons sight, our sun is slowly setting
Light pale orange and a dark crimson red, these colors now dominate the skies
Shadowsn now rest on the toher side, their voices slightly more dark
Motions all eratic, certanly with much less grace.
See the flowers, see how they wealt? Bent over, now old and dark
The nests of our little birds now all but ruins, our rivers dry or overflowed.
Look beyond the horizons arm, where has our lovely sun gone?
It's warmth no longer embracing me, as i sit here, in this darkened garden.
Sitting here all alone, in this garden made for two, trying to cath a note of your golden tune
This garden is now anything but, more of a forest, dark and barren
Leaves fall across my face, storm clouds rolling in
Black Crows brekaing silence, flying high, escaping this, your garden built for two
The shadows that once spoke in toungs disapeaerd as quick as they were here
Only to be replaced by the dead of night, darkness, and silence.
Walking alone, across thsi desolate path, between the trees of once golden days
Walking along i hear the tune, dying and slowly fading.
Here we sat, just you and me, and enscribed in this tree our devotion of love
Even this, our sacrod vow, has all but withered away.
Do you see beyond horizons arms, our new moon has risen
Under moons light, this forest is diffenrent, a place unlike any other
If i told you that i loved you would you play your lovely tune?
Restore our garden to it's true beauty, hold me tight as you once did?
Clouds above a a shade of gray, rolling thunder of the loudest sort
Lightening Flashes, revealing these, your demons within the garden
Phospherescent eyes, glowing a hazing green, snarling in the comfort of their own
Creeping out, making ready, sent here to finish me off
Minions of the gardens createor, sent to do the dirty work
To think that in the begining, i was lead here by a tune
So beautiful and lovely, forever thinking it had to be true
No longer blind, my eyes can now see, what was alwyas there, forever enchanting me
Just a creator, antoehr machine, programmed the same, never changing
Playing off the souls of innocence, luring them into your hanous trap
Streaming these songs of utter beauty, the apeerance of love clouded my thoughts
Words of gold i find are lead, feelings of hapiness are but holloow
Running out of time, runnin out of hope, no more palces to hide
Trapped within your secret garden, lead here by your melody
Dorrs all sealed, theres no way out and this is where it ends
Cornored and lost, trapped again, surrounded by the demons of your mind
Before i go, before these doors are sealed, might i ask of you one last request?
End me here with one last ballled, Please.... can you play that good 'ol tune?
-Inuyasha Hetashimo
Well, perosnally, this is the longest poem i ahve ever written. And, if you read this i would like to say 'Thank You' literally, not amny peoplewould hault long enough to read this. This is only a rough draft though, and if youa vhe any suggestions please drop your notes. I wrote this after i lost a friend of mine, nto to long ago actually, and i felat really bad. And then i thoguth of how i used to treat peopela dnit amde me feel uber bad... so, i got it all out on thsi paper. as youc an probably tell, there are a lot of symbols in this poem in the words of my god friend Emily "Can you crack the code?" Lol, good luck, tell me waht you think ^_^
Journal EntryL Numero Cinco
WOW, i actually lost a friend yesterday... which kind of sucked but w/e. teh mother wrote a poem aobut me and it was kind of harsh (btw- i think she is an obsessive little wretch) SO i thought it owuld be funny to write a return response with a poem of my own. Tell me what you think
"Are You Proud Of Yourself?"
Are you proud of yourself?
you took my heart, truth and morrals
Shoved them to the side as you always did
You write your songs of lies and hopes
Spin your webs of more false truths
Are you proud of yourself?
You hurt me more then you will ever know
you walked away and left me here
stabbed me in the back as i knew you would
Deceived yourself to what you thought was true
Are you proud of yourself?
Took a gesture of love, twisted to to hate
Everything is good, as long as it is your way
You raised your hand to silence me
Beleiving that your cause was right
Are you proud of yourself?
You lied to me and so many others
Telling them i was wrong
When you didnt even hear me out
Hear my pleas, hear my cries
Are you proud of yourself?
So quick to act, too slow to hear
Your mind so set that i was wrong
Didn't care what i ahd to say
Just went off of what you heard
Are you proud of yourself?
You said i took something from you
When in relaity it was always there
You said that i treated you wrong
When in realty it was only in defence
You killed of a one true friend
Someone who would always be there, through thick and thin
Took for granted what i had
Everyhtign was good until that day
That i stood up for what i thought, spoke my mind
Something you did not want to hear, did not want to see
Just know this, for only i can say
I was there, just me and myself
You havn't the right to speak for me
Never will you understand until you hear it all
I cant beleive i trusted you, put my faith in you
One day you will be ready
To hear what i have to say
Maybe then you will change your mind
And see what you all left behind.
Are you proud of yourself?
It's a little long, however, it got my poin through
Journal Entry: Numero Quatro
I just noticed something, I did NOT read the rules... damnit, so i am hoping that in writing this perosnal diary i am not breaking any rules. Is this Diary only used for Fantasy art? Are all of teh writings i place in this perosnal diary supposed to be fantasy related? Teh site description says anyhting you like or want to write aobut... as long as you are not being an asshole. SO i will jsut hope for the best. I hope i dotn get taken away by the man... FIGHT THE POWER!
"Sword Of The Samurai"
Within this, his noble blade
Lay his strong willed soul, forever more
So long pledged, forever there
From start of life to dawn of death
He stands there loyal, his sword in hand
Soul forever locked within this tool of steel
He stands at the ready, protect those in need
His only mission to master the sword
To understand its meaning in every way
So misunderstood, so forgotten by all
The very symbol of a warriors life
Built through pain and the hardest path
Still standing rigid, through the test of time
A warriors blade is his only friend
His one protector and loyal allie
The only thing that speaks his soul
Reflects his passion, inbodies his mind
The one thing that is always there
When his comrades down, his allies gone
Standing there a beacon of light
A warriors symbol, the symbol of life
-Inuyasha Hetashimo
Journal Entry: Numero Tres
Ok, now in reality today is Wednesday the 20th, but, i am going on vacation soo (Friday the 22 to be exact) and i want to fill this journal as best i can so that it dont look like I am being lazy... ah dmanit, i wasn't supposed to say that was i? Oh well, i cant wait to go on vacation ^_^ I am going to a place called Marsh Harbor in teh Bahamas. You see, i like to ahve fun, nad i REALLLY like to ahve fun with peopel especially people who dont know me. Now, imagine this if you will, me, on an island... at night, in new territory with a bunch of people of all ages. Scary huh? I will try not to get in too much trouble though soemitmes it is ahrd for me to resist... lol. Oh, lately peopel ahve been asking me these questions.. i thought some were interesting and i wrote down the question and my response:
Q: Are you crazy?
A: No... not legally anyway
Q: Why are you so weird?
A: Why are you so normal!?
Q: Whenever you say soemthing that you are not going to do
you always say 'yet', why is this?
A: Well, peopel around me always know that i will end up
doing something stupid SO they literally forced me to add
that comment to anyhting i say as not to give people
false hope that i 'wont' do anything stupid. lol
Q: Why do you have a Sword and a Bow in your room?
A: Because i'm a Samurai! What do you think?
Q: There are a bunch of scars on your arm... what from?
A: I dont wnat to talk aobut it...
Q: Why is your hand cut up?
A: Me and my friend, Tommy, were sword fighting outside
with metal poles. why?
Q: Why do you write poems with a morbid tone?
A: Because I feel like it! GAWSH!
Q: What is your obsession with guns and weapons?
A: I havn't the faintest... i just love them... STOP STARING
AT ME!
Q: When you mumble to yourself what are you saying?
A: Usualy odd quotes from games 'n stuff
Q: How do you make friends?
A: This is my favorite ^_^ You see, i have five methods.
1. I find some random person sitting by themselves and
go over to them, start talking, and insist they come
sit with me and my firneds. how coo is that?
2. I curse them out over the phone... fell bad... call
them back and apolgize... they say i am a sweet heart
... and then it follows through from there
3. I meet them through my other friend, Robert's, Cell
Phone
4. I just see soemone in school who looks coo, talk, and
then the rest folliws up from there
5. I get the Screen Names of someone (MSN, AIM, YIM) and
I jsut talk to them (completely oblivious to them as
to who i am) and i just be nice, talk, then we meet
and become friends ^_^
Ok, these are jsut some questions i have found interesting lately that people ahve asked me... i think tehy are collecting information for a conspiracy against me! Those Fendish Little...!
Diary Entry: Numero Dos
I decided to go through with what i said before and submit some of my poetry stuff on here. I know it sux and is uber bad... but at least my diary wont be blank and sad
:). Tell me waht ya think k?
"A Purpose"
There must be a reason
There must be a purpose
Somebody Please tell me
That my soul is not waisted
I have walked the earth
I have seen the pain
The things i have done
I know are not sane
I know i am strange
I know i am odd
But what makes us so differnet
Makes us the same
I know i am weird
I know somethings not right
But please do not hate me
I am just here to help
There must be soemwhere for me
A place i can call my own
A place where everyones differnet
And all but the same
Where everyone knows
The things that i see
Where i know i can go
To find someone like me
-Inuyasha Hetashimo
(For all intents and purposes 'Inuyasha Hetashimo' is my writing name... i dont know why, my friends just call me that...SO since they gave me the anme i showed gratitued by using it when i write stuff. ^_^)
Diary Entry: Numero Uno
Ok, well this is my first diary entry and i feel so uber special in the respects taht i actually did something constructive! How cool is that? Well, i guess i sohuld talk aobut myself 'cause i cant think of anyhting else to say... for now. Well, i was born a while ago in Florids, I like tow rite poetry and i am learning to do some art from my friends (yeah... i suck) However, even though i am bad at drawing I am trying to learn. With this kind of initiative what can ya hate?
I hope that wihtin at least a month or a month and a half i will ahve a whole collection of bad art done by me. yay! ^_^ Which i guess is better then a whole collection of no art 'eh? (No, seriosuly i am bad and not trying to be modest or trying to cover up for any real talent... jsut in-case ya wanted to know) This site was pretty coo, and honostyl at first i didn't like it. As we can all see... that changed lol. It was reccomended by my friend Annie, who is one of the best artist ever, or at least one of the best i have seen... Anyways, i thought this would be coo so i tried it... ok, well i am out of stuff to babble on aobut so i am gonna stop now. Oh, by the way- do you think i should write some of my poems in here as a journal entry? hmm... i think i will HA! i came up with a good idea... yes, a god idea... my precious. Ok.. i serisosuly gonna go now. ^_~ Bai for now
"Be Of One Mind... My Mind"
Sincerely: Nicholas A. Suhar