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[Yuki Fukurou]

This is a good poem you found Kagura-chan. Do you remember where it was from?

[Yuki Fukurou]

This is just one of the latest poems that I managed to come up with recently.

One Life:

What is it about life that makes it so mysterious?
What is it about life that makes it so beautiful?

What makes life so fragile?
What makes life so compelling?

Is it the wonders of the world or perhaps the boundless intricate creatures that inhabit the Earth?

Life can be precious and beautiful at the same time
From the blossoming of a flower, to the birth of a newborn child

Yet there are times life is also taken for granted
In this technological modern world, constant worries plague this planet.

Some people have the luxury of time, others don?t.

But for those that does, why not enjoy and notice the beauty and simplicity of nature?
Like walking through a forest, or smelling flowers?

Just as humans come and go in this world
So to does time and life.

Life is precious and limited. How would one choose to spend it?

Going through the worries of the world?
Or try and cherish the moments that are given?

To think on what lies ahead?
Or to try and make the best of what time is given?

Life is short, don?t waste it on the worries of the world or throw it away.

Just as time can be limited, so to is life.
How can a person cherish life if not to try and live it to the full?

Because don?t we all have one life to live?

[Docs Fox]

Snowflakes are frozen memories.




Did you know?
Snowflakes are frozen memories.
Forgotten dreams,
Falling slowly,
To the ground.
Someday they will melt,
And be swept away
By the current of time.
They will merge together,
To form the Lake of Broken Dreams.
But somehow the warmth of love
Will help them evaporate,
And they will once again
Float in the sky.

[Itena]

Eh, why not? This is a poem I had created in the beginning of the last school year. It's about the sunset or the evening, unless you see something else.

Dripping

The Dropping temperature,

And a splash of brilliant colours,

And God's Painting,

And the rebellion of warmth,

Is slowly beaten down,

By the alien night,

And His Parchment is wet,

And the clouds reflect,

On the sun's farewell.

[Yuki Fukurou]

Hmm...very interesting, Itena-chan.

Anyway...I just came up with this poem while reading the latest transliterated chapter of Vampire Knight volume 9 online. (Tried to make it from Kiryuu Zero's POV)

Sono Kao, Sono Chairoi Hitomi (That Face, Those Eyes)

I know I should hate her
For what she has now become
Yet even as she stands there before me
With my gun pointing at her?

Memories of her before that time
Still lurk within my mind.

Memories of her smile, her kindness
Memories of her gentle, caring heart.

Why can?t she just kill me to get it over with?
She has a more important task to deal with.
Yet, she still decides to stay by my side.
That gaze, that expression?

So sincere, unwavering
It still hasn?t changed.

Why does it bother me so?
What is causing me to feel so much anger towards her?

Is it because of that pureblood that with her?
Is it because another one of those pureblood beasts appeared again?

Or is it that pureblood who has taught her to have a gentle, caring heart towards all of us?

I realized that I?m no longer human?a beast in human form, just like them.

The problem isn?t with her?it?s with myself.
It?s those arms that I can never seek that prevent me from leaving.
Sooner or later, my fears might come to pass, and she will eventually fear me.
But even still?how will I ever be able to forget?

Will I ever be able to forget?the past?
Or am I just a prisoner?

A prisoner that recalls that face?and those brown eyes.

That face and those eyes that gaze that is so sincere and unwavering
Which has never ceased to give me strength.

She makes me feel safe that it feels cruel?
And even as she stands in front of me, scythe in hand
With my gun pointed at her?

Her gaze?sincere and unwavering as before, as she looks at me?

It?s as though nothing has changed.

[Haine-chan]

Difference Between Dreams and Reality

When I close my eyes, there's something that I see...
A wonderful dream because you're there with me
A glorious day for I hoped that never ends,
Since I was standing next to one of my dearest friends.

Then I look in my heart to see what's inside...
I look deeper and deeper, and find you by my side.
I think to myself, can this be really true?
Then I wonder, what's it mean to you?

My eyes only open for a short, little trice;
I lose my favorite dreams, and my heart is like ice.
I close my eyes once more and no one was there.
It was just me sitting in my lonely chair.

Does going away really that big of a change
That makes us so distant and out of range?
In my heart, I guess it seems
That meeting you was just in my dreams.

Written by me

[Shiidou Hikaru]

It's very pretty and delightfully bittersweet Haine-chan. Very nice work.

[Haine-chan]

It's very pretty and delightfully bittersweet Haine-chan. Very nice work.

Why thankyou Shii-chan...I can call you that cant I??

[Shiidou Hikaru]

Oh yes, you're very welcome to call me Shii-chan.

[Yuki Fukurou]

Last Minute:

As I lay bedridden with wires attached to me, I keep thinking of how I had spent my life
The only sounds within my room are the beeps of the machine and my breathing.

There is very little light within the room
The only light source being the one on the ceiling and the lamp beside my bed

My mind wanders aimlessly with thoughts of the past, present, and a possible future if there is one
My heart aches not from physical pain, but from the list of regrets that I have within me.

As the minutes tick by, so does my life
A life that I tried to live to the full, only now is it hanging by a thread.

I feel that there is more that I want to do with the remainder of my life
Yet I have not the strength to move.

I feel drained of energy
The cool air hitting my face

Outside I hear cars passing by, dogs barking, and some children laughing
Within the hospital, I can hear some groans from other bedridden patients like myself

My mind now drifts to memories of what I once was, to my family, friends, and finally my partner
I only wish I could tell you how sorry I am for making you suffer this much
If I was given a second chance, I would take it in a heartbeat
But some would see it as nothing more than wishful thinking.

The clock continues to tick by and suddenly, very slowly?darkness starts to creep in.
A part of me is saying that I don?t want to die yet
Yet who am I to choose?

The monitor starts to go from steady and then turns into a long beep
My breathing starts to slow down

I can faintly hear a nurse shouting for assistance and other voices of doctors and personnel
They surround my now-dying body trying to bring me back

As the darkness starts to envelope me and my conscious self starts to disappear
I hear very faintly your beautiful voice as you run to my side

You tell me that what I did wasn?t my fault but yours and then you apologize for how you treated me
I hear faintly your pleading cries to not leave, but it is not for me to decide.

As my eyes begin to close and I breathe my last breath
My final thought to you at the last minute is:

?I?m sorry?and I love you.?

Finally?my world fades to black and I?m free at last.